She’s the last child of our parents, and currently, my parents are too old and not financially sound, so she has become our responsibility. We are six children. I’m the eldest, and because I’m a woman, my parents sent her to live with me. She was with me from junior high school until she completed and went to SHS.

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She came home for vacation, and I was in the kitchen cooking when I heard her talking angrily to someone on the phone. It was a money conversation. I heard her threatening the person, “If by evening you don’t send the money, I swear I will keep it. I’m not even interested in education again. I’d rather stay home and make babies.”

I was shocked and confused at the same time, but I played it cool so I wouldn’t scare the truth away from her. A few minutes later, the money landed on my phone, which she was using to make the call. The person sent GHC 1,500. She came to tell me, “Sis, someone has sent my money to your number. Can you withdraw it for me?”

I asked her, “Who sent you money? What work did you do for him that he sent you this much money?” She answered, “Oh, he’s a kind man who said he would help me anytime I needed help.” I asked where she met him and what she told him to make him send her that much money. She wasn’t forthcoming with information. So I burst the bubble, “Adwoa, are you pregnant? I heard everything you said on the phone.”

This time, she mellowed. She shook her head to tell me she wasn’t pregnant. I got angry. I screamed, “Do you think I’m a child you can deceive? Didn’t he send the money for you to get rid of it?” She fought back, “Nooo, that’s not what it is. I’m not pregnant, but I lied to him that I was so he would send me money.”

I stayed quiet for a while. “You’re only seventeen, and you’re sleeping around already? If you told him you were pregnant and he agreed to send you money, then it means he has done something with you.”

She stood there tapping her feet and said nothing. I took her to the hospital to check. I wanted to be sure. The test came back negative. It was true that she was lying for the money. I felt very disappointed that a girl her age had started dealing with men this way. So I took the person’s number to do my own investigation.

The man who sent the money was a teacher in her school. When I confronted her with what I’d found, she told the truth—that the man was indeed her teacher, and they started dating when she went to his house to deliver something and he said he liked her.

I don’t have money. I struggle to even save because of her. I won’t say I give her everything, but I give her enough to be content. Since she came to me, there has been no need I haven’t satisfied.

School was still on vacation when I held her hand and went to see the teacher she was dating. I warned him that the next time I got a hint that he was talking to my sister, I would report him to a higher authority to get him sacked. He thanked me and promised not to get close to her again.

If you think that was shocking, then wait for the next episode.

She’s back home from school. Because of what happened, anytime she’s around, I search for signs. Until yesterday, I found wonders.

She had a positive pregnancy test kit in her bag. She had tied it in a handkerchief and placed it at the side of her bag. You can imagine the shock when I saw it. I asked myself if it was new. I wondered if she was still carrying a pregnancy. I waved the test kit in her face and said, “Talk to me about this. Are you pregnant? You got pregnant and let it go? What is this doing in your bag?”

She said she had never been pregnant in her life and that she got the kit from a friend. I shouted, “For what? What do you need this for if it didn’t come from you?” She responded nasally, “I needed it to get money from someone.”

I collapsed onto the sofa. I felt deflated, like I had wasted my investment on a girl who didn’t want to do well in her own life.

“Who is this one too? Where did you meet him, and why are you even getting involved with men at your age, huh? Adwoa!”

Again, I held her hand and went straight to the person she was lying to, and guess what—the guy was a young pastor in a church she visited with the same friend who procured the pregnancy test kit for her. I asked the pastor, “So you were the one who got my sister ‘pregnant’? Your congregation will hear about this.”

Clearly, the pastor was my sister’s victim, according to the story he told, which my sister didn’t contest. My sister pushed to be friends with him and took his number. She even called to ask him to pray for her. Then one afternoon, she went to see the pastor and carried out an act of seduction to get him to do it. Just once, and a few weeks later, she called to tell him she was pregnant.

When he doubted it, she took a photo of the kit and sent it to him. The pastor sent her GHC 2,000 through MoMo.

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It was that day I got to know my sister had a hidden phone I didn’t know about. She used that line to carry out those operations. When we got home and I shouted at her to bring the phone, she took it from a box under her bed. There were four men she had sent the same photo of the pregnancy kit to. There was GHC 5,317 in her mobile wallet.

All this, and she still takes money from me. In a way, I’m also a victim of her smooth operations. She turned eighteen a few months ago, and she’s able to do all this. Brothers and sisters, what do you do with a sister like this?

—Afra

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