Ebo, Akosua's husband, sat in an empty office furiously typing away at his computer. Glancing at the clock, he noticed it was nearing midnight. "Perhaps, it is enough" he thought as he folded some papers and gathered his laptop. Ebo had tediously worked his way up the corporate latter at the experienced Partners Marketing Group. Ebo was the director of the education division that outfitted many commercials for local universities and colleges. He felt confident and content with his life except for one particular area, his wife Akosua. It seemed that with all the luxuries he provided for her, she still was unhappy. They had no children, at her beckoning.. claiming that Ebo was always on the road, and that she didn't want to be a single married mother to any offspring they would have. Ebo didn't understand her... so many women would be pleased with all that he graciously provided Akosua, but she was distant and often frustrated. He sighed at the confusion of it. He partially believed being in the midst of the U.S. was to blame.. because if they resided in their native Ghana, he was certain Akosua would be happy. He believed the wretched media was influencing his wife to desire passionate nights filled with lovemaking, walks in the park and probing stimulating conversations. As he fastened his Calvin Klein tan trench coat he prepared to leave the Minnesota interim office. He would be returning to Atlanta early the next day, and dreaded the cold reception that commonly accompanied his homecomings. he had always thought with time, they would be able to smooth over the rough areas, but Akosua had only become more and more bitter. Ebo lived by the mantra that tomorrow is another day, another chance to turn it around.... and even with the uncertain thoughts of his wife and marriage... he concluded to let tomorrow worry about itself upon leaving the office.
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