Ama sat in her tiny apartment, staring at the text message from her best friend, Yaa.
“Girl, are you really dating a man in his sixties? What are you doing with someone that old?”
She sighed. This wasn’t the first time someone questioned her relationship.
Ever since she started seeing Kwame, a 62-year-old retired professor, everyone had an opinion. Some thought she was after his money. Others believed he was taking advantage of her youth. But Ama knew better.
Their connection was real. It wasn’t about wealth or status. They met at a bookstore, where she had been struggling to reach a book on a high shelf. Kwame, standing nearby, had chuckled and pulled it down for her.
That small moment sparked a deep conversation about literature, life, and their shared love for poetry.
Ama found herself drawn to his wisdom, his patience, and the way he made her feel truly seen.
He, in turn, admired her ambition, her thirst for knowledge, and her youthful energy that reignited something in him.
But society wasn’t as understanding. Her friends whispered behind her back, her family frowned upon it, and even strangers sometimes gave them disapproving looks.
One evening, while they sat by the beach watching the waves roll in, Ama finally voiced her fears.
“Kwame, do you ever wonder if we’re making a mistake? If this is… wrong?”
He turned to her, his eyes kind but serious. “Ama, love isn’t measured by age. It’s measured by understanding, respect, and happiness.
If what we have brings us peace and joy, then why should we let the world dictate our choices?”
She thought about his words. She thought about the laughter they shared, the deep conversations, and the way he supported her dreams without hesitation.
Finally, she smiled. “You’re right. Love is about us, not them.”
And with that, she decided—she would live her life on her own terms, no matter what anyone else thought.
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