He lost his job a week after our relationship started. The love was green, the feeling was raw so I decided to stick by him and help out. For over a year, I didn’t ask for a match stick though he made some money once in a while.

When he had nothing, I was the one who gave him something. I bought him food, bought clothes when I felt they would fit him. I bought him credit to make calls and sent him bundles to browse. There are some kinds of amounts you don’t give for free no matter what so he came borrowing such an amount from me. He usually did that when he had a gig and was expecting payment. Slowly, this guy came to owe me over GHC6,000

And then he broke up with me based on suspicion. He didn’t like my relationship with a certain guy I worked with. I tried my best to reduce contact with him outside of work but someway somehow, our job brought us together. We travelled together once and my boyfriend made a huge case out of it which he later said it was over. He even called me a harlot because of that.

You can’t keep the money I made from my harlot job so I asked him to pay back. He screamed on the phone, “I don’t owe you anything. Take me wherever you want. I won’t pay.”

I took him to social media. I published dubious ads on Facebook and Instagram with his contacts. Every morning I would wake up and post a fridge, air-conditioner, iPhones, cars, printers, cameras, cooking wares with crazy low prices so people kept calling his number until he got angry and stopped picking up unknown calls.

A job his uncle worked out for him called him consistently for three days, but he didn’t pick up. When his uncle finally called him to ask why he didn’t pick up, it was too late. They put him on a waiting list.

I texted him one morning; “I’m on break. The next ad would be on a hookup page. Until you pay my money, you’ll never have peace.”

He called and narrated the story of the missed opportunity. He said, “Maybe I would have paid if I got that job.”

Exes Know How To Bring You Down

I didn’t feel anything for him. I wasn’t sad and didn’t regret my actions until recently I realized he was still home waiting for the next opportunity. He’s a man and a man without a job for this long is quite worrying. He has a family and siblings looking up to him. That’s the only part that makes me feel someway but the wages of our sins should hit our bank account before we die. We are going through it, paying the wages of our sins. It’s his turn.