He’s in school. A university student who has a dream to save the world. Unfortunately, his family doesn’t have the money to support his dream. He’s scrapping through. A little here and a little there. He puts what he gets together to support himself through school. When he met me and proposed to me, I wasn’t enthused. I’m a hustler. I was looking for a man who’ll take care of me. I looked at him from hair to toe, he had none of the qualities I needed in a man, except that he was a beautiful boy. I said no.
I came to Accra with a master plan. I came to learn to be a fashion designer and I’m in school for it. He’s just like me. My family doesn’t have the money to support my dreams so I did little work here and there, got a little money and travelled to Accra to pursue my dream.
There’s another dream I was pursuing. To get a man who has something in his hands to help me through life. A lot of men had come my way and I had said no to them because they didn’t match up to my expectations.
And then Hubert came with his university dreams. I said no but my conscience pricked me at some point. The voice said, “Life is not all about now. He’s in school. He can make it someday. He may be the rescue hand you’ve been looking for. Maybe not now but in future.”
I listened to my conscience and said yes to him. As I said a few paragraphs ago, I’m a hustler. If there’s something I need, I hustle for it. Before Hubert came along, I was hustling to get a place I would lay my head. I was living with a friend I met in fashion school. She was doing me a favour by living with me. I didn’t want to overstretch that favour so I woke up every day thinking about how to…Read Full Story Here…,..
