Chapter 1
The tempting harmattan breeze strode silently through East Legon, Accra. Bodies that could not take the outrageous demands of the breeze had surrendered, and were busily and delightfully squeaking beds with their counterparts.
But in one of the most beautiful mansions in East Legon, something different was going on. The commanding harmattan current, in connivance with years of celibacy and a natural must, were squirming Ana to the tunes of the night. Every weakness in her had come to play that dawn. It was all coming to a rest in between her two effeminate thighs. She had spent the last couple of minutes visiting pleasurable time pasts.
Time was up to return to reality but she wanted to stay much longer. Under the warmth of her quilt, she jerked awake to the falsehood.
A dream, she realized much to her distaste.
She plonked her body back onto the bed after sitting up. Her hand settled on her forehead as she tried to recall the most recent images. Most especially the man who was doing crazy things to her in her dreams.
After the futility, she spread her hands aside, slowly groping up and down as if searching for a brother to the night with whom to manufacture some dawn heat. Ana knew the dream was a natural sign.
She bit her lips and pondered why invisible faces were now making love to her after so many years of successful celibacy.
A leopard never changes its spots but Ana's were changing. They were changing from being single to wanting to be loved.
A couple of days after knowing she had conceived, her husband passed away, she swore never to give her heart, body, or soul to any man again. Unfortunately, and coincidentally, news of her husband's death reached her just hours after she had found out she was a second wife. This was barely a month after their wedding. She was gravely paralyzed to find out that all the family members of her husband who attended their wedding ceremony were impersonators.
As a royal but not a Prince, Ana's late husband, by customs and tradition, was suppose to marry a woman from another royal lineage, but Ana came along the way and he could not withstand what he felt for Ana.
When her husband realized Ana knew the reality of the situation, out of guilt and impulse, he called her to meet her at home. He truncated work that day. It was when he was coming home that he met a fatal accident. His Land Cruiser crumpled like a piece of paper under an articulator. For several hours, they had to cut the vehicle piece by piece before finally getting to the owner who had already joined the silent majority instantly upon impact. He could not return home to explain.
Ana was the most disappointed creature in the Milky Way galaxy.
A man she had given her all to, had put her second while she put him first in her everything. Sorrow and grief came at her like undisputed warlords. She felt the word pain in capital letters.
The house in which she lived currently, she fought with her last breath to retain. Her late husband's family did their best to reclaim everything that their boy bought her to the last G- string. She kept the conception a secret and nearly aborted it but for the timely interference from her late mother, whom had been studying her daughter after the saddening situation.
From that moment on, she had become a feminist and a philosopher; men are the most evil creatures a woman should smile at. They are cheats. The most callous beings, bad spirits camouflaged behind human skins...
She worked her way through the ranks and eventually to the top. When she set up her own company, she could not agree more; what men can achieve, women can achieve better. You will only see her smile sincerely when she needed a deal with another head of an organization who unfortunately was male. Those fake smiles, she tried her best to perpetuate.
In times of prosperity, friends are plenty, however, Ana was the direct opposite of this saying. She did not have the time, not that she did not have friends, she had, but her priorities almost always spent her day for her.
Ana laid on her bed with her eyes glued to the roof, thinking through her schedule for the upcoming day. Stealthily, sleep took her away again.
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