My First Night With The King

I have been warmly welcomed to the royal household. I have enjoyed getting to spend time with all the children getting to know their names and what they love to do. The children are all very polite and well behaved. I was asked by Mary what I like to eat and we cooked together.For the first time it felt awkward having a realization that this is really happening.

My phone was off and my charger was not working, so when I told Mary she agreed to go to the shops and get me a new one. I was left in the kitchen doing the cooking and King Kofi joined me. It felt beautiful at the same time wierd. He hugged me and kissed my cheeks and told me this was my home so I should feel at home. I was shown my room and it was very warmly.

I went to take a shower, dinner was served.

This was the best part of the night my new family had composed a welcoming song for me. Nakai has the most beautiful voice and the boys singing in their operatic voice just like their dad. My heart was overjoyed and I fell really special.

We watched the TV with the older kids whiles Kofi was in the room. later Kofi put the young kids to bed so I did not see him all evening. Mary gave me a blanket and said I should relax and feel at home and pulled out the sofa bed and we sat together. When it was quite late and the older children had gone to bed, she gave me some nice white chocolate  she said she hide from the kids she said its her favorite to eat when the children are in bed she treats herself and watch coronation street. We watch Coronation street and Mary went to bed to join Kofi.  I felt awkward but I knew this is what I chose.  I decided to watch a movie. I fell asleep because I was so tired. Around 3am I heard footsteps to the lounge and it was my King. He held my hand lifted me up hugged me so tight and kissed me. He walked me to my bedroom and I shut the door.

It was a night to remember.

I am Shulamite and its my pride.

How I Met My Husband Part 2

It was Tuesday, I kept checking my phone for his ring. The day went by without a call or a message from him. I texted him in the evening and it took a while for him to check his whatsapp messages so I called him. My King Kofi Nino picked my call and said to me that he couldn't talk where he is and will call me back after a while.

He called me and started apologizing for the incident of the kiss in the park. I said to him that he had a beautiful family and good luck with everything but it wasn't necessary for the incident in the park.

I had given him my Barclays Bank account as he needed it to open his online shops since he had arrived in the UK and not through with his stay permit.

I felt very disappointed with everything which had happened because I hoped that maybe he is the one I was going to settle with. I almost requested my bank card back from him but something held me back.

My King Kofi sent me the song 'Imagine' by  John Lenon to listen to it. It sounded like he wanted something more than friendship but in my mind I knew he was already gone. I told him I can never be his side lady.

'Does your wife knows that you are using my details for your online business?' I asked him and his response was yes.

I asked him does she knows you kissed me, and he said stop asking me about my wife and family so I said, 'She is pretty enjoy your life.'

I lived my life and didn't hear from him unless he wanted me to do something with my card so he withdraws money from his online etsy shop or he wanted me to list things on his shop. I opened paypal for him. I got angry that he was using me for business, I checked online he was always enjoying life with his wife.

He sends me the selfie I took the day he took me to the park for a walk, when I looked at the selfie I never stopped thinking about Kofi.  Sometimes he borrowed money like £300 and said will pay you back, but he didn't pay it. I felt used but I kept letting him use my cards and sending him money, deep inside was doing everything just to make him happy. I even sent the money to his wives account, he said he needed it to top up for legal fees.Then I saw him living the life in hotels and got angry but I held back.

He asked me to come to BBE awards and I offered to cater for the event but he said just come and support. I saw Mary in person and I said to myself she is more beautiful in real life and a nice person.

Years later I read about him looking for a second wife so I send him a text to say I may consider it. He replied and I sent my money to be considered, then he inviteed me to his house to meet Mary Tamar. I was nervous but she was very nice and when I saw her, I fell to my knees it was a special moment. I said let me serve you because she looks like a Queen.

I was working long hours and lonely, but now I am working for my mistress and husband and my life is a lot better because I have a husband.

I have a Diploma in catering and hospitality, I used to work in hotels so its something I enjoy.  I dont feel like a slave or anything I am just doing my job but now I have a husband the man I love. Mary has 6 kids and wants to do other things in life so I offered my work to her. King Kofi was very happy with the arrangement, so that's how everything started. We had our families meet and they accepted our union because we are of the same tribe but my other relatives are not happy that I chose this lifestyle.

There are challenges, I have to adjust some things. King Kofi doesn't like wigs but I like wigs, but slowly am getting used to the idea of my natural hair.

In the end my happiness matters much to me. I lost a love one back in the day due to pressure from my family, why will I repeat this mistake again? If I cook and work with the concierge department for the hotels I worked for and get paid per hour, why cant I serve Mary Tamar and enjoy the king the grace of my king. The King's love is better than wine.       

I am Shulamite and its my pride.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

How I Met My Husband, Part 1

I was given my new name the moment I stepped foot in the household I've ever dream of. It wasn't an easy decision to make. I lost some friends and relations but that never discouraged me. My happiness meant a lot to me rather than living in someone else shadows. It was time to be known as the Shulamite.

Growing up, I lived my life in pretense and self-denial. I had to live the families dreams and uphold its values and morality. I was told which subject I should read to make me successful even though I hated it. I was meant to uphold a culture I never understood and when I asked many questions, I was told to just follow.

When it comes to love, I first felt in Love on my second day at University. When my parents heard about it, I was told I am not allowed to be with a boy from that tribe in Ghana. But I was really in love with him. I was punished anytime I'm seen with him. My own home became toxic to live because of my love choice. In the end, the relationship broke down. We finished university and I was hoping I would be back with my first love but he felt in love with someone else. He got married and as painful it sounded, I was invited to his wedding. I was even booked to be the caterer for the event. As I was serving his guests, my heart kept aching. There was pain throughout the ceremony. Yes, it should have been me in the beautiful gown saying I do.

I moved to the UK, got my stay permit and as usual, go to work each morning and return in the evening. It is a cold country, stressful and very hard when you live alone. There is no life in the UK and easily get depressed if one doesn't have a social life with friends and love ones. I kept moving Churches and jobs to find companion until one day I saw my King Kofi Nino has come to the UK for his tour.

King Kofi wrote to me on Facebook to invite me to his concert in Dunstable Luton. I was very excited to hear from him as he was my friend from University. He was very cool to be around with and every moment with him back in Uni was very special. I was excited about the invitation but I was living in Sheffield hence the distance was not favourable. I couldn't meet him during his stay. The year after, he returned to the UK for his events which I planned to see him in London but still couldn't see him.

On his 3rd visit to the UK, I had to meet him, I decided because I had moved to Northampton whiles he lived in Milton Keynes. When we met, he never told me he is now with my Mistress Mary-Tamar. We had a great moment together in a green park close to Milton Keynes. There was chemistry still between us I felt it. It was so strong and felt irresistible. My King Kofi kissed me on my lips and I felt he revived my lost passion for love. He apologized for kissing me several times which felt really awkward and then he left me at the bus stop. He never told me about his private life then.

I was curious to know more about him and the plan was to come on social media though I am not a social media person.

To my surprise, he had a beautiful family with my Mistress Mary. This came as a shock to me and I confronted him with a picture I saw of him with powder on his face with his family.
All he could text back after reading my message was: "I will call you in the morning"

To be continued...

I am Shulamite and its my pride.