She woke up with a determination to begin her
packing. She had to go back to school a week earlier to enable her settle in,
before the workload came pouring in its usual overwhelming manner. The ting of
disappointment still lingered in her heart. Maybe you expected too much she
berated herself, as she reminisced about her date with Henry IV the night
before………….
She remembered when she had first seen him,
and how her heart skipped a beat. His presence commanded the room in an amazing
way; you could sense his self confidence from miles away. He stood assured, and
surprisingly, it was not about his looks. Yes he could pass for a fairly good
looking man, but what took her breath away was his smile. She knew he was a
charmer and the kind of man she would have quickly retreated from if it was not
her father’s arrangement. But once she saw him, she decided that she could do
with the challenge; howbeit to entertain herself a bit, or proof to her father
that she was not his pawn.
He had asked her to dinner the following
weekend and she wanted to turn him down because of his forwardness, but she caught
a glimpse of her mum’s expression, nudging her to accept. Why not she said with
a slight smile and decided that maybe it was not such a bad idea. Then when he
text her a day before that he could wait to see her beautiful face; she thought
that it was quite cheesy, but her romantic heart got the better of her.
The
excitement was slightly dampened when he sent his driver to pick her up. He
called a few minutes later to say he had to stay late for a meeting. She sat in
the car fuming, but decided to appreciate the luxury of the silver Jaguar
instead of putting herself in a bad mood.
It was the latest model; she leaned into the exaggerated leather sit.
She had read on a website that it was a limited release with only a few of them
made in the world. She knew his family was rich and powerful of course, which
is why her dear dad was interested in using her as the bridge to access that
power.
She had always wanted to please her dad. From
the time she was little, she had craved for his attention and his affection.
Yes she knew he called her his princess, but she also saw that he treated her
brothers like they were more superior. He was interested in how their life
turned out and spent time with them making plans for their future. But her
brothers were rebels at heart, with the exception of Kwame her favorite, she
smiled as she thought about him; he was gentle and never wanted to hurt anyone.
That’s why he would make a great Doctor she decided with a smile.
She had witnessed her father’s devastation
when Kofo Junior announced he was going to pursue a career in photography. He
almost had a heart attack. No one blamed Kwame about his decision to study
medicine, because it was always a given. As for her, one was really interested
in her career choice, her mum had always tried to pull her from her books and
make her focus on more ‘girly’ stuff, like putting on Makeup, fixing her hair
and shopping, but she didn't have the patience and time to indulge in these
unless she had a serious date. She always dreamed about becoming a writer and
writing bestselling books, but that day when she saw father in a state of anguish,
she had a change of heart.
She was going to become the most successful
female Lawyer in the country and Harvard law was the place to start; then maybe
finally she was going to get her Father’s approval and be treated like a
capable equal she thought… We are here the driver announced and jolted her out
of her thoughts.
As she stepped into the restaurant, she
noticed him, but paused in annoyance when she realized he had other people on
the table, she thought this was a private date but alas he had invited her to
be accessed by his business clique…………………
TO BE
CONTINUED
N.B: Have you taken time to examine the
decisions you made in the past or you are currently making? What were the
things or people that influenced you? Why has your life gone this way thus far?
Are you living ‘your’ life or the life that someone else wants? Think about it.
Be empowered
Tale
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