Category Archives: LOVE STORIES


Many see love as merely a feeling; others as merely a choice. Love merely as a FEELING can best be described as having no patience to wait; it must be satisfied with its objects instantly. It is more sensual and selfish and wrapped up in immediacy.

Love as a CHOICE rises above feelings and the present to the unseen and the future. Though seemingly above feelings, it is not necessarily opposed to it; it works through it and makes it subordinate to its influence and end. It is more sacrificial and works “in spite of”. Continue reading IS THY LOVE JUST A FEELING OR A CHOICE?



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Life presents us with so many choices including the type of relationship we want for ourselves and I believe everybody is entitled to their choices. However, sometimes I just smile when I hear people say they can NEVER be in a long distance relationship/marriage, they are not cut out for it n bla bla bla. I smile because I believe it’s a narrow mindset. Continue reading I CAN’T BE IN A LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP.

Random Thoughts On Right Time For Marriage

Once, I responded to a very interesting question from a young lady on whether it is best to get everything right before settling down with a man. I believe many are still pricked now and then with that thought. My humble answer at the time was that “sometimes the fear and carefulness to get everything right makes one get most things wrong”. Looking back now over a year since this encounter, I believe strongly that I can still stand by that answer. Continue reading Random Thoughts On Right Time For Marriage

the SONG of LOVE

The Song of Love

In the deepest part of the cold night

When the crickets were singing with might

And when the world was asleep

You broke the silence and into my life you slip

Like a jailer with keys and my heart the acquitted,

You opened the locks and set my heart

Free to love again and again

At the banks of the river I stood

Hearing numerous voices calling

Turned I, and it was only your dazzling eyes I saw

Fairy tales turning into reality

Rainbows enveloping our hearts and the glorious

Lily turning its neck in admiration

Our hearts sing in love and

Our feet dance to the melodious tune

It is the song of love.


DEDICATED TO JUSTINA WINFREY, for reasons best known to just the two of us.



A tall young gentleman swung off the bus terminal and walked hurriedly up the first dusty street. He was an extremely handsome catholic priest. He had strong, well chiseled features, curled hair and fine and attractive eyes. He walked with assurance as if this was something he had planned years ahead. As he had driven himself into sacred duty, he planned to do this before leaving for missionary work. He cast a cursory look up the street, and gosh! She was coming towards his direction. She still seemed to be like the angel she had been to him. The same light movement as if her feet had wings. The same fat cheek and the same grace of movement. She had a protruding belly. His heartbeat quickened as she got closer. The hug was that old soothing one with both hands rubbing his back. She had forgotten that he was in cassock. The look in her ever sexy eyes seemed so genuine that his initial plans for distant courtesy vanished. For a moment, he could only gaze at her glowing beauty and admire how beautifully she has grown, as she spoke, “I’ve missed you. Where have you been?” Conrad saw this as very sarcastic but gathered enough courage and answered, “In the seminary”. Suddenly he was himself again. “Aboagyewaa, I came to finish what we started some years back on KNUST campus”. Memories of yesteryears out of the blue flashed across Aboagyewaa’s mind and she felt like passing out. Conrad Villars and Aboagyewaa Marfo were course mates in school. Their first day in class, she gave him a smile, he returned it and that was how one of the most captivating love stories on campus began. Had Shakespeare been alive during this age, he would rethink writing another love story about this thin, fair gentleman and that dark, fat damsel, far enhanced than the legendry Romeo and Juliet. Like the pulling down of the twin towers, Conrad realized it too late that h wouldn’t be able to marry the nicest woman ever in his life. Ohyiren Kankam, a school mate of Conrad, came from nowhere promising Aboagyewaa more than Disney world. By the time Conrad realized that it was not a dream, Ohyiren was gone with his love. He then resolved that, if he has lost her, then he will turn to the seminary for solace. He knew his mother will never forgive him or such a decision, but he will not be able to love any other woman. He left campus in the middle of his second year. Every attempt by Aboagyewaa to get in touch landed on hard rocks. Exactly two years after that, she got married to Ohyiren and is now pregnant. She came out of her trance of a sort. He continued, “I am departing for my station in Uganda. But when I looked the fact in the face, I might not be coming back. I found that there was one person I wanted to bid goodbye. There was one person I wanted I wanted to see for the last time and that is the only lady I ever and will forever love and that is you”. Tears started trickling down her face. The only man she truly love, now a catholic priest had the impertinence to come and rekindle old love flames. She broke into uncontrollable sobbing and started striking his chest, “why did you do that to me? You never proposed to me all those years. I thought that we would come together one day and here you are in cassock and here I am pregnant for another man. I thought you didn’t love me after all. I thought I loved the wrong person , but I still had hope that one day…..” the sobbing seem to choke her very words. Conrad couldn’t hold back the tears as they reluctantly filtered down his cheeks. He was heart-broken himself. He didn’t get the courage to propose to his only sweetheart. He didn’t know the attraction could get stronger after all these years. All his life, Conrad has been self righteous and promised not to hurt anyone. But now, Aboagyewaa is hurt. His mother is also hurt. Above all, he is also hurt because he was human enough to love a woman but not man enough to propose and fight for his treasure. Separation has made their love keener, time has consolidated it. Maybe it wasn’t his for the keeping. Maybe the seminary was his place of service. But now, he can only love his priesthood and not his charming fairy. The End.


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Kwasi Brookman read through his latest love story and a fine line of joy drew on his face.  He screams, ‘this is a hit’.  He types the script and prints it out.  He reads over again, and it looked like finally, he was getting closer to his source of internal peace and real satisfaction.  Off went the beep tone of his phone, signalling he has a new text message.  He picks his phone, opens his inbox and a smile cut across his face.  It was from that young lady, who has become the newest sensation in his life.  Miriam Ashorkor is her name.  Whatever the content of that message was, it might be some good news of a sort.

How come he is always thinking about this daughter of grandmother Eve day in, day out?  Her beauty has hypnotised him.  Her voice is as soothing as the sound of river Jordan.  The dark and long typical African hair that descended down her back looked like placing the Eiffel tower of Paris in the middle of New York City.  Her lips were as inviting as strawberry and as nice and full as the best description that can ever be given.  Her face spat more elegance than California’s Golden Bridge.  Her fair, slim and tender body were like the glorious days of the Biblical lily flower.  Miriam was beauty epitomised.

Why will he be thinking about her so much?  What was about her that has made him so speechless?  Why is he always talking about her nowadays?   Is she the one to come?  Or he should keep waiting for the right time and the right person.  Won’t it be too late?  Is he not gradually pushing his heart unto the chopping board of another love butcher?  What happened to his new found love for writing love stories?  What was happening to him?  Is it lust?  Oh no!  Has he not seen ladies like that before?  Is it the mere instinct to just be friends with her or it was his life-long weakness that was reactivating itself?  It was then that it dawned on him that he was in love with Miriam.   ‘Oh Holy Jesus!’ he shouted.  ‘Why me again and why this time?’

Kwasi Brookman is in love again.  This time it is not a fat lady, which has become his trademark, but a slim lady.  What should he do?  Should he wait for all the signals?  Should he go ahead and propose to her?  Will she accept his heart and pamper it for him?  Is she single?  What if she says no?  Won’t it affect his project work?  Kwasi is burning up.  His heart is on fire and who will quench this fire for him.  A fire that is threatening to consume his very existence on earth.  Is Miriam the right person for him?   Will she not be a good companion?

He quickly remembered the title of one love story that he wrote when that girl with the half way dimple broke his heart, ‘FAINT HEART NEVER WINS FAIR LADY’. Added to that, he is a Katangee and his motto tells him not to rest until he achieves what he desires.  He resolved to take the bull by the horn and the heart.   He decided to pour waters from his pot of love unto the feet of Miriam.  As to if she will bend down and take a sip or will chuckle and muddy the water, he had no fair idea.  He picked his phone and started to dial her number.  He realised his hands were shaking.  He called and asks if she could come over.  As typical of the magic that is tied to this damsel, she said she was on her way.

His mind started racing.  How was he going to start? What will he even say?  Should he say God revealed it to him that they should be bonded in holy matrimony?  What if she gets angry and storms out of the room.  What if she says she is not interested?  Will he be able to look at her again?  What if she says yes?  What will he do after that?  Hug her and give her the most passionate kiss ever?  Should he kneel in front of her or he should relax on his bed?

As he waited for one of the most important hours of his current life, he whiled the time away by writing another love story.  As he was about to conclude the story, he heard a gentle knock on his door.  His heart missed ten beats at once.  He straightened up and opens the door.  The figure at the gate blurred his vision. Her beauty was too bright.  The hug that followed worsened his case.  She just fitted perfectly into his missing rib gap.  She sat down majestically beside him and smiled at him.  That smile dazed Kwasi.

Kwasi mustered courage and poured out his heart out to her.  He did it amidst double beating of his heart, sweats and stammers.  Finally he managed to at least make his desires known to her.  After those few minutes that looked like eternity, he wiped his sweats and waited for a response from her.  His heart stopped beating and was now pounding at triple speed.   She cleared her throat with a face that showed no expression as she prepares to give a response to Kwasi.  As she does that, Kwasi quickly puts down the last sentence of his love story, ‘THE BEAUTY OF A WOMAN IS NOT A GIFT TO MAN, BUT ONLY A BRIBE.

By:  Courage Ahiati