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I’ve always wanted to share my story here but I was scared. The harsh comments, the judgments, misinterpretation of my intentions, and everything that comes in the comment section of many stories I’ve read here. When I read Amanda’s side of the story, I thought, “Why not? What’s the worst that could happen?”
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So I’m here today to share my story with an open heart. I hope you read with an open mind.
I met Kyei in 2018. He was twenty-nine then, I think. I was twenty-three. We met at the workplace. I was a young graduate who had been posted to do my national service at the office where he worked. Like every service personnel, I went there with dreams and determination to work hard so I would be retained after my service.
Kyei was that guy who came to the office and greeted everybody except me. He would see me and my supervisor and would only greet my supervisor, leaving me out of his good mornings. It continued until I questioned my own existence. I thought, “Am I a ghost he doesn’t see?”
This went on for months. I was friendly with everyone in the office except Kyei. He wouldn’t even look my way until one day I had an issue and went to the HR’s office and met him there. It was about my payment. Everyone had received their payment except me, so I went to lodge a complaint with HR. She pointed at Kyei and said, “The best person to resolve your issue is standing there. Talk to him.”
I went to Kyei and told him my issue, and he asked me to submit my details to him in his office. I did just that, and he later signed an open cheque and gave it to me. The day I was going to the bank, he offered to take me there, saying he had something to do at the bank too.
We got there; I went to withdraw my money while he sat and waited for me. He said he had something to do at the bank, but he didn’t do anything while there. He waited and brought me back to the office. The relationship between us softened from there. I moved from being a shadow on the wall to someone he could now see.
The next day, he came to my office to ask for my number. A few minutes later, he texted, “Guess who this is?” I responded, “I know who you are, but this is office hours.”
In the office, they sent a food menu to us to select our preferred meal for lunch. That day, Kyei was the one who sent the menu to me and asked me to make a selection. When I did, he paid for it. This continued every day until people started asking why he was the one paying for my lunch every day. He didn’t stop. He kept doing it.
And then the conversation between us changed. He started sounding the drumbeat of love and looked at me the way you’d look at the apple of your eye. Not long afterward, he proposed. I said no. He asked why. I told him I had a boyfriend.
He said, “I also have a fiancée, but nothing stops us from dating.” I told him, “That should be the more reason why we shouldn’t date. You’re committed to another woman. I have a man too. There’s no need for us to build something new aside from what we already have.”
He didn’t stop. Whenever he called and we talked, he mentioned love. After work, he’d drive me home, talking about love. At night, he would call, talking about love. In the morning, right after “good morning,” he would talk about love. All these love talks were around November–December 2018.
Then, late in December, he said he had something serious to ask me. When we had the chance, he said, “It’s all about this love thing. I want to ask you a question, but I want you to be very honest with me because whatever you say would help me make a decision.” And then he asked if I loved him, wanted to be with him, and if I saw a partner in him.
I said, “No. I don’t want to be with a man who has a fiancée, plus I also have a boyfriend, and my boyfriend hasn’t done anything to deserve a breakup from me.”
“Hmmm,” he sighed and continued, “I’m asking you this because I don’t want to make any decision and you’ll later come and tell me you loved me and wanted to be with me, and it would be too late.”
And then, in January 2019, there were rumors around the office that Kyei was getting married. We were talking every day, and my mind had started dancing to the drumbeat of love he was playing, though I hadn’t made it obvious. I thought, “This can’t be true. I would have been the first person to know about it.”
Lo and behold, I went to the HR’s office one afternoon, and Kyei was there with his wedding invitation on the HR’s desk. A sudden rush of anger filled my heart as soon as I saw it. When I left the office, I blocked his number and decided I would never talk to him again. “How could he get married when he had always been telling me about love?”
We were more than friends and had done a lot together, so I had earned the right to know about his wedding directly from him, not find out about it accidentally. [Read more on this paragraph here]
I avoided him the way he had avoided me from the beginning when I started my service. He met me at the lounge and wanted to talk to me; I ignored him. When I saw him coming from the right side of the office, I used the left door to avoid meeting him.
A week before his wedding, I was home when I saw his car coming. My mom was around and didn’t want to create drama, so I received him. From evening till midnight, Kyei was in my house, still telling me he loved me and that his marriage was forced by his family and I was the one he truly loved.
My mom came to tell him it was late, so he should leave. He asked my mom why she was sacking him. He left my house after midnight, but I still didn’t succumb to his wish. I told him there was nothing to explain, so he should go ahead and get married. He wanted me to say yes to his love proposal. I said, “You’re getting married in a week, and you’re still looking for a girlfriend? Please leave me alone.”
He got married in February 2019, came back to the office, and traveled outside the country, but I was still not talking to him.
I had a foreign call on my phone one afternoon, and the voice said, “Give the phone to your supervisor; let me talk to her?” I thought, “How would someone call my personal number and ask for my supervisor?” But my supervisor was sitting right next to me, so I handed the phone to her. While they talked, I realized it was Kyei she was talking to. Right after they finished talking, I cut the call without saying a word to him.
When he returned, he forced his way to talk to me, but because it was an office environment, I always found a way to escape.
He lived in Weija. I lived on the outskirts of Pokuasi, somewhere in the armpit of Samsam. The way our office was, when we closed from work, we had to walk for about fifteen minutes to get to the roadside to pick a car, so what we did was wait for those who had cars to drive us there.
One evening after work, a group of us—five in number—stood there waiting for a car, and then Kyei stopped to pick us up. From there, it continued every day. I joined the group in Kyei’s car only on Fridays, and I’ll explain later why I joined on Fridays only.
Because he lived in Weija, all of us would be in his car until we got to Lapaz, where we would get down and continue to our various homes. Because we were many, he couldn’t talk to me. But for some strange reason, one evening after work, all the ladies dropped along the way, leaving only me and him in his car.
When we got to the Achimota overhead, he stopped along the way, locked the car, and said, “We are not going until we settle our issues. You’ll listen to me to understand that it’s you I want and not that forced thing you call marriage.”
My heart started beating faster. I couldn’t even run if I wanted to. And then he started ranting: “I’ve told you I didn’t want this marriage. My family forced the woman on me because when I was in school, she helped me. Why don’t you understand that my legs are in fire, and you’re the only one who could remove my legs from this fire?”
I responded, “Kyei, you’re married now. Your wife is at home waiting for you. Go to her and leave me alone.” He fired back, “Which wife? We don’t live together. She’s living somewhere, and I’m also living somewhere. After marriage, we didn’t even go on a honeymoon because we are not fine like that. Which loving couple wouldn’t go on a honeymoon after marriage? Doesn’t this speak volumes to you? Please say something positive, or else we are not moving.”
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If it were a movie, that solemn beat would have played when we both went quiet. It would have been followed by a suspenseful score to signify we were at a critical point where decisions had to be made. He looked at me, and I looked back at him. I asked, “What do you want me to say?”
—Adadziwa
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