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will forever be remembered. I know you are wondering why this very episode of my life delayed. It is just simple; whatever happened that faithful day when the Taxi Driver asked me to run and not to turn back was a whole story yet to be told. The Taxi Driver turned his head, looked at me and said *“ I alighted and had to run. The instruction was simple; but I did. Mawusinu alighted from her car, forcefully grabbed my right hand and deliberately pushed me into her car. “ I replied in the affirmative. Mawusinu’s submission was confusing. Gerald talked about protecting me from Mawusinu and intriguingly, Mawusinu also said she was protecting me from Gerald. ! I sat in her car and all I could hear was my heartbeat. I knew I was previewing the end of my life from the beginning. She steadily drove the car forward, turned to look at the Taxi Driver and whispered to him, The whole thing got interesting. Was the Taxi Driver aware I was definitely going to look back? Hmmm! This was From maltreatment, rape, murder and now sorcery: my life was becoming a whole tale with endless meanings. Mawusinu turned to me. “I.” My dear reader, the truth was that I did not really know who actually saved me; both saviours were evil. Mawusinu drove me to a fuel station, gave me an envelope that contained money, a gold necklace and finally asked me to alight. She looked into my eyes said, “ She hugged me and waved goodbye.

of my life has ended. Where do you I go from here? These unanswered questions kept my head on fire. I left the Bastonaa Total Fuel Station so much confused. My confusion wasn’t about how to go; but where to go. The only option that came to mind was to go back to the Makola Market. At least the “Kayayo” (Head Potter) business wasn’t bad. I opened the envelope, counted the money and goodness my dear reader, it was . I knew I could start something with that money. There I remembered at the Tema Station in Accra I had this friend, Mama Esther who had always promised to give me some bags of sachet water to sell if I raised a little capital. With that I knew I could even rent a room because it was a brisk business. I was determined not to disappoint myself, my late parents and my late grandmother. I entered a phone shop, bought myself phone and a new sim card. I still remember that phone number, . That was the first time I did something good for myself.

in Accra and it was like a new community to me. It had been months. I was told most of my colleague Head Potters died through maternal deaths and road traffic accidents. Others also gave birth to fatherless children. I went to where I resided when I was there. Hmmm! Interestingly, it had been occupied by a blind family, but it still had remains of my past. My late daughter’s dresses were still there. I wept bitterly. The death of my daughter will forever remain a dent in my life.

. It was very cool. I could make a ninety percent net profit on each bag. In a day I sold over ten bags. In just six months I could rent a single room right in heart of James Town a suburb of Accra. I became the envy of most of my age mates. Very young but I was motivated. My life experiences taught me bitter lessons. Most of the girls in my locality at age seventeen were either pregnant or having multiple fatherless children. I was the lucky one; please do not laugh. I had no boyfriend; no fatherless child. I was just determined to make it life. I joined the Pentecost Church and became a staunch member. Life became so smooth but not without challenges and temptations.

, Deacon Adotey approached me that he had a dream about the two of us. I was curious to hear that sleeping story. Deacon Adotey was the District Pastor’s son. He was so dedicated to Church activities. He was such a fresh guy; the pride of almost all the young ladies in the Church. His artificially created dimple and the impeccable gap in his front teeth did the revolutionary magic. Do not get me wrong please. I wasn’t in love with him. Deacon Adotey’s dream was a nice one; he cautioned me to be careful with irresponsible men that came my way. We became very good friends; he became my spiritual anchor but to be sincere I was very focus, until I met the freshest guy in town… (