Tuesday, 12 June 2018

Why did he have to be...perfect | Read Chapter One: Part 4 of Forest Girl #ComingSoon #PreOrder #AAromance

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Esi Afriyie has been in love with Michael Yaw Badu since childhood. When he receives a scholarship to study in America, all hope seems lost ... until he returns to Ghana ten years later. An arranged marriage contracted by their families makes her dreams come true, but does the reality of being Mrs. Michael Badu live up to the fantasy?

Michael may have married Esi, but he is in love with someone else—Forest Girl, a mystery woman he encountered just once in the forest. His heart belongs to her, and he doesn't need his beautiful wife awakening his carnal desires. He is even willing to sacrifice his marriage for another encounter with Forest Girl.

Reality is not what either Esi or Michael imagined. Esi is disillusioned; Michael feels trapped.

Will Michael give in and allow his heart to discover a love that was always meant to be, before it's too late?



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(PS. written in UK English)

Her heart thudded. Already? The excitement in her friend’s eyes meant only one thing, and yet, she had to ask, “Who?”
“Your husband. He arrived yesterday.”
Esi’s throat went dry, and her heart pounded. “Don’t be silly. When did you ever attend my marriage ceremony?”
“You know I’m talking about Yaw Badu.”
The mere mention of his name still caused her heart to beat like the town crier’s drums. Michael Yaw Badu. How could she ever forget him? His handsome face—an unmistakable feature—his intelligence and diligence, with an almost offensive sense of determination. People said he could be proud and had a jealous streak, but that was so long ago. He would have changed by now. She just knew it.
“Yaw Badu.” She sighed.
A ripple of excitement forked through her. Talk of his return had been rampant lately, although no one had said exactly when he’d arrive. Knowing he was already here made her heart skip several beats. Still vivid in her mind were memories of days in their youth, when she and Mansa had both wished he would take notice of them. In time, Mansa’s infatuation had faded, but Esi’s hadn’t.
“With hair like soft black cotton,” Mansa added, fanning the flames of Esi’s excitement. “I haven’t seen him yet, but I hear he’s even more handsome than before.”
Esi couldn’t picture how he could be more handsome. He’d always been the best-looking man she’d ever known.
“I hear he’s studied a lot about the way the Whiteman farms,” Mansa said. “How do you suppose they do it?”
“Don’t you remember what our teachers told us? They add chemicals—fertilisers—to the soil, so the plants can have more food and grow faster,” she explained.
Usually, her response would have been due to her desire to share her knowledge, but right now, she was more interested in changing the subject.
“Some of us didn’t have the chance to go to school for as long as you did.” Oblivious to Esi’s discomfort, Mansa went on, “Do you suppose he has a wife in Accra? Maybe even a white woman.”
She hadn’t allowed herself to think about the possibility, which would bring all her dreams to a crashing halt. Perhaps she had been silly still fantasising of becoming his wife when he’d had nothing but a passing awareness of her.
Excitement continued to brew within her as the alternative to Mansa’s comment imposed itself on her mind. What if he hadn’t found a wife? Would she see him? Would he recognise her? What if he didn’t? There were too many questions without answers.
Suddenly, the ‘good news’ of Michael’s arrival didn’t feel good anymore. 
“I have to go,” Mansa said. “I just passed by to tell you.”
Esi returned to the kitchen after bidding goodbye to her friend.
“What did she want?” her mother asked.
Esi took in a breath, releasing it slowly. “She says Yaw Badu has arrived in Ebinom.”
“Thanks to Ɔdomankoma,” her mother offered a prayer. “I know Maame Badu has been anxious to see her son again.”
As she returned her attention to the soup, Esi’s whole frame shivered with anxiety at the very thought of his nearness. It was a most uncomfortable feeling, which scared her and excited her all at once. Oh, why did she feel this way? Why hadn’t she grown up, like Mansa, after all these years?
When she went to bed at night, sleep eluded her. She tossed and turned until, at a certain point, she had to give up the effort to sleep. Sitting up in bed, she rubbed her sweat-glazed skin, shivering so much that she thought she’d fall sick.
On the other half of the bed, Abena slept peacefully, and Esi envied her. Why couldn’t she feel free to sleep like her sister? She burned with anger at herself for not understanding her feelings and with him for being so…perfect.
How was she ever going to have some sleep when every single blink of her eyes brought her images of Michael Badu?

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