| Author: | Etim Sam Ekong | ISBN: | 9780595804429 |
| Publisher: | iUniverse | Publication: | November 10, 2005 |
| Imprint: | iUniverse | Language: | English |
| Author: | Etim Sam Ekong |
| ISBN: | 9780595804429 |
| Publisher: | iUniverse |
| Publication: | November 10, 2005 |
| Imprint: | iUniverse |
| Language: | English |
After her ten-year marriage begins to crumble, Amber Smith finds satisfaction in the arms of a mysterious Nigerian named Blessing. But when Blessing experiences a renaissance of his own with another woman, Amber must follow a new path. Which direction will she take?
The idea that Mike was having an affair didn't bother me that much. It was ironical that his own indiscretion if it was true, would be so close to home as well. It wasn't really that I still loved him because, I didn't. It wasn't also that I was jealous because, I wasn't. It was just that I'd never thought of him as one who would have affair. Could this be true, I kept thinking?
My thought went back to Blessing, how I wished he was here to share the moment with me and watch the rain fall. I thought about the way he usually talks to me, look at me and the way he touches me. These thoughts are not strange to me at all because at night, whenever I'm lonely, I often think about him. Whenever I feel disenchanted, which is often these days, I think of him. And most importantly, whenever I needed to remind myself how good a man could make me feel, I think about him.
After her ten-year marriage begins to crumble, Amber Smith finds satisfaction in the arms of a mysterious Nigerian named Blessing. But when Blessing experiences a renaissance of his own with another woman, Amber must follow a new path. Which direction will she take?
The idea that Mike was having an affair didn't bother me that much. It was ironical that his own indiscretion if it was true, would be so close to home as well. It wasn't really that I still loved him because, I didn't. It wasn't also that I was jealous because, I wasn't. It was just that I'd never thought of him as one who would have affair. Could this be true, I kept thinking?
My thought went back to Blessing, how I wished he was here to share the moment with me and watch the rain fall. I thought about the way he usually talks to me, look at me and the way he touches me. These thoughts are not strange to me at all because at night, whenever I'm lonely, I often think about him. Whenever I feel disenchanted, which is often these days, I think of him. And most importantly, whenever I needed to remind myself how good a man could make me feel, I think about him.
