11/10/2025
I said hi to a lady on Facebook and she became my friend. I asked where she lived and she said Sunyani. She asked where I lived and I said Accra. She said, “Wow, all my dreams are to move to Accra and settle there for good. I’m tired of this place already."
I responded, “Accra is a no man’s land. All you need to do is pack your things and move here.”
She told me she had picked Accra for National Service and I said something like, “When they post you here, you can come live where I live without paying any rent.”
I wasn’t joking when I said I would give her accommodation. I lived in a five-bedroom apartment that belonged to my parents, who had traveled abroad. Months later, the postings came. She checked and she was posted to one of the Metro Assemblies in Accra. She called me, very excited, “I got it! I got it!”
I met her for the very first time at the bus station when she came to do her registration. She was as beautiful as she looked in the photos. I took her to her center and waited for her to go through all the registration processes. When we finally got home, I took her to the room I had prepared for her. All this while, I hadn’t proposed to her. I’d said some things and done many things that made it obvious that I would like to date her, but I hadn’t said anything directly to her.
The day she finally came to begin her service, I shot my shot and she said, “I was beginning to wonder if you were a Catholic priest. What took you so long?”
So we became lovers living in the same house but in different rooms. One late night around 11 p.m., she walked into my room with only a cloth covering her. She said, “I’m coming for ‘salomey’.”
That was the first time we slept in the same room till morning. We were the birds of a feather the idiom told you about. I told my parents about her and each time they called, they spoke to her. When my parents brought things from abroad, they added hers to it; clothes, makeup kits, dresses, perfumes, phones, shoes, bags. Just name them.
She started coming home late, citing busy schedules at the office. One night, a Camry came to drop her home; the next night, it was a Jeep that brought her home. She started going to work on Saturdays and started going to Sunyani every weekend. I asked her about the cars that brought her home and she said they were good Samaritans who offered her a lift.
One weekend she said she was visiting her parents in Sunyani. I told her, “This weekend I have nothing to do, so I would go with you.” She asked, “You’ll be going with me as what? My parents don’t know you yet, so I can’t just go with you like that.” I said all I could, but this girl said no. She didn't go with me.
The following weekend too, she went and came back. One time when she went, I didn’t see her until Monday night. One day, I contacted her younger brother on Facebook when she had told me she was going home. I intentionally asked about his sister and he said “My sister is doing her service in Accra and she doesn't come home."
When she came back home that Sunday evening, I asked where she went and she said, “Didn’t I tell you I was going to Sunyani?”
I showed her the chat between me and her brother. That night, hell broke loose. “If you don’t trust me, then why are you dating me? Why should you talk to my brother? If I don’t go home, then where do I go? What are you trying to tell me?”
I apologized to her and calmed her down. For a month, she didn’t allow me to touch her just because I spoke to her brother. She kept coming home with the Samaritans; Lexus, Toyota V8, Highlander, Range Rover. Different cars and different colors each day.
“So these are all good Samaritans?”
“You know these men. Yes, they try to get my number after dropping me off, but I don’t give it to them.”
My mistake was, I loved her too much; I didn’t want to probe or get her angry. Four months before the end of her national service, I went to her room and she had packed everything. She said, “I’ve saved enough money to rent my own place so I’m leaving.”
I didn’t say a word. One of the Samaritans came for her and they left with her belongings. It was hard explaining to my parents what happened. It was even harder for me to accept that a girl could be that ungrateful. A year later, we bumped into each other at the mall. She took me to her car. She said, “You see what God can do in a very short time? You see?"
Currently, she’s one of the popular slay queens who call themselves influencers. She’s been able to amass a large following on social media, selling intimate stuff for women. Sometimes I see her traveling to different cities and different countries, flaunting luxurious things and captioning them, “It’s the doing of the Lord.” She looks happy.
COPIED!!!
