Author’s note: Hi there!If you missed the first part of the story, here is your chance to catch up! ‘I am pregnant with his baby’, the words hung in the air and I looked ahead blankly. I didn’t need to turn my head to see the concern in my mother’s face metamorphose into shock. ‘OhContinue reading “Till death do us part- the sequel”
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Till death do us part
I kept staring at the wall clock as if that would somehow bring him back. The seconds turned into minutes, and then an hour. When three hours had passed, three hours of just sitting there in disbelief, I picked my phone and called my brother. ‘Ekow, he is dead. My husband is dead’. And withContinue reading “Till death do us part”
Keni Ribeiro 