MY FIRST LOVE4

The onslaught

I decided to plan my onslaught. I was going to get him at all cost. Firstly, I surfed the internet and found his facebook page. I could not believe he had five thousand friends! My Collins now had his masters degree and he had completed his national service. But I also saw things that made my heart stop. There was this beautiful lady he was with all the time, from the pictures it was obvious that she was his lover and it is clear what the lady wanted to do. She wanted the sharks lurking in the dark to bark off.

Now I had more stumbling blocks in my way.

I immediately copied his phone number and looked at his timeline. I saw he was deep into politics campaigning for the government.
I now discovered why a young man like that could be swimming in money and fame. “Collins is mine” I thought “and I would not let any lady steal what I have laboured for”.

It was getting dusk when I got to Osekan, a spot in Accra. The place was really nice. It was a small spot by the riverside. One would take drinks while viewing the water currents and hearing the noise. It was a pleasant place to be. This was the place I heard Collins used to visit so I went after him.

Fortunately for me he was there. When he saw me he was so surprised. He recognized me immediately and gave me a seat and ordered guinea fowl and some drinks for me. I was morose so although I ate the meat and drank, I could not feel the taste. He had no lady with him that day, I was lucky and I thanked my stars.

I didn’t know people could change like that! He looked so handsome and the air of confidence surrounding him! He had become a winner in life while I was at the bottomless pit of life. He took me to his house at Airport. By this time, it was getting very late but I didn’t care, I was with Collins my first love and that was all that matter. I was on a mission to win him back and nothing was going to hold me back.

When we got to his abode, I got on my knees to apologize; I knew how to get him. He was watching me, obviously he didn’t believe me; he did not know what I was going through. I could see the love in his eyes; he was my man for many years and I knew him very well. I used my tools to get him.

On the day of my visit I looked good. I prepared my castle very well; I used my favorite tools 'whintiaa’, ‘esurowisa’, ‘efformwisa’ and ginger, grinded them and inserted. If I he fell in my arms it would be permanent. I also went to the salon to get my hair, facials and nails done. I wore a white pusher and a pink blouse that partially revealed my navel. I heaped my breasts and put some shine on them. I put on my g-strings and since my blouse was a bit short, when I bend it showed alongside my beautiful colored African beads. Nothing was left to chance; everything I did was calculated to make a hit. So when I was with Collins that night all what I was saying was not entering his mind. All he wanted to do was lay his hands on me and take me to bed. He would just say yes to whatever I'd say. Within some few minutes he was carrying me to his bedroom and tearing my clothes off me! I would never forget that night for I had not had such wonderful sex for so long. I loved every bit of it. He could not have enough of me. We rehearsed a thousand times! Shieeee! Some men can be good in bed ooo!!
My Collins please don’t leave me again I beg you.

Turmoil

Coming back to my first love could not help matters and I would tell you the reason soon. He broke my virginity so he was like an incurable disease in my blood. I simply could not get him out of my system. This time he was complete; he had the credentials that I wanted and I was the underdog, he had outclassed me totally and become more than the man of my dreams. He had risen beyond my fantasy. Collins was a politician now; I heard that he was going to contest to become an MP soon. He undertook projects for his party so he met all the big goons including the president. He had the looks, money and the links.

I on the other hand, could not further my education because I let my beauty get into my head. Moreover, things became difficult for my parents so they let only my elder brother continue with his education. They said I would get a rich man to marry. The excessive partying and chilling got to me and I did not want to learn too. I wanted a short cut to riches. Things did not favor me so I was thinking about a solution when I saw Collins on the television programme. Now that I had already grown, I saw that my poor educational background was even a dent in my image. All the men I met either just used me or were not to my taste. I should have waited patiently for Collins! Now that I had Collins in the line of fire and he was captured in my telescope, I was surely going to gun him down with my tried and proven feminine ammunitions.

I had bust up with his parents. They knew about how I mistreated him and my escapades. They wouldn't give me chance to make amends. This time it was their turn to tell me I was not Collin’s class. His lover too wasn’t making matters easy.

Collins had access to all the ladies he wanted and to tell you the truth I could be number one fifty on his list. There were better ladies who had good academic background, were children of ministers and had good history. Sex alone was not going to be enough in my situation.

Slowly my world was crumbling apart and I could not help it. There was no church programme I did not attend; I did all the fasting and prayers and paid all the offerings to no avail. Collins please save me.

Murder, Death, Kill

I sat in my room and I sobbed silently with my face buried in my palm. My throat was not wide enough to carry out the screams; I was in perpetual agony. I cried about what the enemies of love had done to my first class romance with Collins. Every night I cried myself to sleep, my relationship with Collins was not working at all. He loved his mother and siblings and he could not go against them even though he loved me a lot.

I decided to end it all. My reasons were simple; there was no hope for me in life. I had wrecked my life with bad behavior and the enemies of love had stolen from me the blessing that God had given me. Am sure God knew that at some point in time things would go wrong for my parents and Collins would be there for me. He was a blessing in disguise bestowed on me early in life but I could not foresee that. Now that the flower had matured to expose its beautiful petals and pleasant fragrance was filling the whole place I was nowhere near it. I was been pushed aside.

I decided to write Collins an apology letter before I ended it all. I had a bottle full of sleeping pills beside my bed. By the time he would receive it I would be long gone from this wicked world.

My love,
Am sorry for all that I did to you. I was young then and the enemies of love were a strong current that I could not swim against.

I am tired of life because I realize I have wasted all the opportunities I got. I could not focus on my education, I jilted you and now I don’t have anything to look up to. Thank you for forgiving me and accepting me back. I know we can’t marry because of your mom and siblings.

Please forgive me for the last time and always remember me.

You would forever be my first love.

Yours ever,
Sarabi Akua Asante

When Collins heard about what I had done. He cried. I was sitting beside him in his apartment but he could not see me, I was in a different plane all together. I saw that all I did to him could not be compared to the suicide I had committed. As far as he was concerned I had betrayed him again. He was crying like a baby, his chest heaved up and down and he lamented these painful words,
“oh God! How much more?! How much more?! Oh sarabi what have you done to me. I curse the day I met you, I can’t forgive you, no, never!” He was groaning and he was in so much pain.
He continued “oh Sarabi, I could have given you anything you wanted, oh God, how much more? How much more? Why me? Why me?” He drunk himself to stupor and for a whole week he wouldn’t go out or pick any calls.

Collins did not attend my funeral.

If I could come back to this world again I would tell young ladies that they shouldn’t let their beauty get into their heads because beauty alone is not enough. Hard work and discipline would help them achieve their dreams in life. They should not maltreat those who love them because of money or anything, in Akan there is this proverb that says ‘obi nim obrempong ahasi’. No one knows the beginning of a king.

The end