I met Obama somewhere last year, and he came through for me in so many ways. Financially he was there, and when my happiness was at stake, he also held my hand and took me to where there was happiness. At some point he proposed. I thought he was married, so I asked, and he said he was once married. I asked why he got a divorce, and he said his wife couldn’t give him what he wanted. When I asked what he wanted, he couldn’t name anything. All he said was, “A lot of things.”

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He’s ten years older than me, and I didn’t want the age gap, but I said to myself, “Let me say yes and just have fun with him and see how it goes.” So I said yes, and the relationship started.

I would go to his house and cook for him, and during one of my visits I met a man there. He introduced him to me as Alex, his business partner. I cooked for them, and we had a swell time enjoying the meals. One day he asked me if I was interested in traveling outside for a holiday, and I screamed, “Why not?”

Alex was there. It was the three of us having fun when he asked that question. He asked where I would want to go. Before I could say anything, Alex answered, “Dubai would be nice. Girls love Dubai.”

Actually, Dubai wasn’t on my mind. I was thinking somewhere in Europe or even America. But both of them agreed Dubai would be a great place to have fun. So in November last year, we packed our things and flew to Dubai. Alex traveled with us. It was my first time ever traveling on a plane, and I traveled business class. I felt lucky and chosen.

While in Dubai, I realized something I thought was only in my head. Alex was getting overly touchy, even in the presence of Obama. Anytime he tried that, my skin crawled at his touch. I did everything to let him know that I didn’t appreciate his closeness, but he kept coming. Obama saw it but didn’t say anything, even though it made me uncomfortable. On the third day, Obama asked me, “What’s the craziest thing you want to do here before you leave?”

Everything I said wasn’t crazy to him. He would say, “Not this type of crazy. Think outside the box.” I knew he was talking about sex, so I said a lot of things in that direction that I thought were crazy, but he said no. So I asked him, “How about you? What’s the craziest thing you would love to do before we leave here?”

He answered, “I won’t tell you now, but I will show you this evening.” He said it was a surprise. I told him I didn’t want surprises. I wanted to be ready for it. He said I should wait and enjoy the surprise instead.

In the evening, I was in bed blindfolded with him next to me when I heard the door open and shut. He said, “Now this is what I want. I want the two of you to do it while I watch.” I quickly removed the blindfold, and guess who was there—Alex! He was only in his boxer shorts, ready.

I protested vehemently. I even cried, telling him how disappointed I was in his request. He kept telling me it would be fun and that Alex does it better, so I would enjoy it. I screamed, “I don’t want it. Is that what you brought me here to do? Then please take me back home.”

Alex slowly left the room when he realized it was getting serious. I put something on, went to the hotel lounge, and stayed there until very late. I was scared they would force me to do it. The holiday was supposed to be two weeks, but it became so tense we had no option but to leave Dubai earlier than planned.

On the plane going back home, we sat quietly. I knew what I was going to do once we got to Ghana. I was going to say goodbye and leave them in their crazy world, but when we got home, he apologized profusely, telling me he didn’t know what came over him. I told him what I thought of Alex: “Tell him not to ever touch me again. I don’t mind his presence, but there should be boundaries.”

Once we agreed on that, I stayed. I shouldn’t have, but I did, to the detriment of my own dignity. One evening, we had a lot to drink. Alex was not around all evening. I thought he wasn’t even coming to visit, so I let myself go. I drank more than necessary, and in just a blink, I saw Alex later in the room. It felt awkward. I felt trapped, so quickly my senses became very sharp.

Their plan was to get me drunk so they could carry out their devilish plan, but I was a step ahead of them. I played along and even touched Alex. We were in the hall, so I asked to visit the washroom. The visitors’ washroom is close to the back exit, so once I got there, I opened the back door and sauntered out of the house. I left my phone, my bag, and everything there. I went home to sleep and the next day went to his office. I told him, “I came for my phone, and don’t try getting back at me, or else I will fight you publicly.”

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I got my phone, and the relationship ended there. It glittered, but it wasn’t gold. It sparkled when the light shone on it, but it wasn’t diamond. I said to myself, “Oh, so that’s what he wanted from his wife and she didn’t agree? Is that what he calls happiness?”

—Barbs

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