I moved to Kumasi over the past year because of work. I was new to the city and probably lonely. I am not talking about the kind of loneliness where you feel alone and eventually get over it. I am talking about the kind that leaves you in a constant state of restlessness. This was something I felt like a resounding echo in my soul.
I tried to make new friends and get aquatinted with the place but it didn’t help. What I craved was connection. It was the life I left behind that created this hollowness in my heart. I missed it all; my family, friends, and all the social groups I was part of. I knew I had to find a way to adapt so I tried to do just that.
While I was trying to find my feet I chanced upon the Facebook profile of one of my SHS classmates. We were very good friends back in school so I was excited to see her doing so well in life. What made it better was that she lives in Kumasi. I quickly sent a message to her inbox and we started talking.
Just as I was happy to reconnect with her, she was also happy that I reached out to her. “So how is life treating you these days?” I asked her. “Being a pastor’s wife is not all the glory the world sees, but I like to believe that I am doing the best I can with everything I have been given.” She stated.
Her response got me worried. This is someone who posts photos of herself and her well-known husband who is a pastor, with their beautiful children. Judging from the kind of posts she makes about living a highly favoured life, you could easily assume that Allison is the happiest woman on earth. So out of curiosity, I asked, “What do you mean by…CONTINUE.READING.THE FULL.STORY.HERE….>>>>>