CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER TWELVE: CHRISTODIA

It's been three years since I left Kwame Agyapong's side. I made sure not to look for him or do anything that will expose my where about to him. I avoided every news that had to do with him. He could be dead for all I care.

I needed to move on and keeping taps on him will not help me. In fact, it wasn't easy at first, there was this constant battle within me. I so wanted to go back to him because I have become used to having him by my side every night.

Most at times, at night, I will cry for him and in the morning, I will be angry with myself for crying over him. I had my child to think of. I took it one day at a time but gradually I was able to sleep without crying.

Maryrose told me about her auntie in Sandema and there is where I went to have my baby.

I had a baby boy who is the splitting image of his father. Maybe he became the replica of his father because I thought so much of him during my pregnancy, but I adore my boy. I would give my life for him.