Fate?

As Akosua prepared dinner for Ebo's return. She felt so much in despair. She had asked God why her marriage was going in the way that it was, and when or if it would get better. In the beginning, Ebo had been so sweet... noticing every detail. Coming from an affluent family, it had always been Akosua's wish to have a loving husband. the home environment she was raised in was very contractual. Her father, Kofi, brought in the money ,meanwhile her mother, Abana, held down the household & children. There were no kisses that Akosua could see... no surprise gifts or romantic trips.Vowing to be different, Akosua, the oldest of three daughters and two sons, was very selective in finding a mate.. She had almost become somewhat of a trophy, because she had rejected so many sons of prominent members of the community. The day she met Ebo, she was impressed. He seemed to be humble but ambitious.. but it was so obvious that he loved her, quickly. When he surprised her with a proposal on one of their many impromptu dates, Akosua did not hesitate to respond. Both families were elated about the union. The wedding took place very soon after the engagement, as both Ebo and Akosua couldn't wait to begin their life together. Within the first year of marriage, they fought continuously...and the household was tense. Akosua held on her strong Christian faith, maintaining that God had delivered this husband to her, and that it would get better. It wasn't until the third year that she began to lose hope.... Everyone had told her marriage was tough, but how long was there to be friction? Ebo refused to bend to her tearful pleas for more affection and intimacy, assuring her that her luxurious life was enough, and that Akosua was ungrateful. Ebo's strong approach to his wife, widened the distance. Akosua pondered fate..... if this was God's plan for her life or if there was someone else, or more to it. How long should Akosua invest or hope... meanwhile life passes by so quickly.... She was at a loss at what to do. As she prepared his favorite rice, she realized she was without the plaintains that always accompanied this meal. She pulled the rice off the stove, and slid some sandals on her bare feet to run to the market to purchase some. The African market was not far off her house, and in no time she was pulling up and rushing inside. As she pulled open the door, Kwame was before her, sexy as ever. She gasped, knowing immediately who he was. "Madam" he spoke shyly as he backed up from the doorway allowing her to pass. "Kwame".... she said, blushing. "how have you been?" she politely asked. "I am managing.. life in America is not easy, but with the Lord's help, I will be made strong" he replied earnestly.