Home Sweet Home

Chapter Five

Amelia's POV

The bus ride was a marathon. I kept looking outside the window which was ajar to see if I had reached my destination. I loved my hometown. Even though it was a village, it contained some modern buildings  here and there. We were not living in huts like in the ancient days. We were living in properly Ghanian architectural homes. They were not modern like the ones in the city, but at least we had a place to put our big heads. We had a place to cook and also a place to clean ourselves up. Even though they weren't ensuite ,bathrooms we loved them.

Occasionally, my cousins and I swam in the beautiful and serene rivers. We used to play there all day everyday. After we returned from school, no body would think of even studying, because then ,we were children. We sometimes even went to the forest with our parents to farm. They wanted to teach us a profession because that was what they learnt from their mothers and fathers. They wanted us to be able to rely on something, because nobody knew the worst possible thing that might happen in getting educated. You may even fail an exam. Then where is your world leading you to. That is why the taught us farming and fishing.

Majority of the men in Axim practiced fishing and mining. My father was one of the fishers. Two of my brothers followed in his foot steps and they are also successful fishers. My other brothers were just trying to get out of the village and now they are spread in  cities in Ghana with their families. I never had a good relationship with them though. They treated me like every brother should treat their sister and even protected me from drunk horny teenage guys whenever a festival was being held. A festival in the village was what the cities called a party. I have attended and witnessed only few, but the memories of those days are still fresh. I could remember every thing that took place.

The festivals were the only time we villagers could get wild and celebrate the new fish harvesting year. The festivals didn't only hold good memories, but also bad ones. I lost my best and only friend at the festival.

I felt a hand tapping my shoulders, I might have dozed off whiles reminiscing. I looked at the person and I couldn't believe who I saw. The same guy from the plane. Is he stalking me or what.

"You", I said in a shocked tone. I quickly got up of my seat and shook my head. I must be hallucinating. What is he doing here. What is a white guy doing in a village. Strange. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and opened them, only to find him smiling. He was very gorgeous with those blue eyes and platinum blonde hair which I still think is dye.

" What are you doing here?", I asked him. I needed answers before I left.

"Nothing really, I just saw you here and decided to wake you up. I came hear for business. I am only staying for six months", he said and again showing of his perfect white teeth. Nothing about what he was wearing spoke riches, but I could smell it. I actually believed that anyone who was in the business venture was rich. I may be wrong or right.

" Okay, thank you then. Its getting dark. I am leaving the bus. Nice meeting you, pretty face", I just said that. I have admired two men in one day. What was wrong with me. I even began comparing my beauty to his. As a child, my family always said I was white like a white, but my skin color was no where near his. His was tan but still mine was darker. My color was something like brownish-orange or something. He was very handsome. I slapped myself to stop admiring him. As if he knew why I was staring, a smirk appeared on his face. I took my luggage's and proceeded to leave, but he held my wrist and pushed me to his chest. There were no spaces between as. Butterflies erupted within me. I wanted to leave but my body couldn't move. It took all of the courage I had to look up and he was smiling. His eyes held no emotions as he spook these words,

"Nice seeing you, Cute face and I hope we cross paths again. By the way, my name is, Tristan", he finished and left my hand. He stared at me for a while and left. I on the hand couldn't keep my eyes of him.