She had dreams. I had dreams too. At some point those dreams aligned and I said, “Come and tie your cloth to mine, let’s make it big.” She agreed, but not before she tossed me around a little. I had to work really hard for it, but it was worth it. She became mine and we had a beautiful love story going. The kind you see on social media where two people start from nothing and stay faithful all the way through. That’s what I thought we were.

We couldn’t even understand how people cheated. I even asked her about it once and she swore, “Never, it will never happen.” I said the same. We thanked each other for the love and went back to serenading ourselves with long messages about how much we meant to each other.

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Then she came home from school during vacation. She was training to be a nurse. Something was off the moment she walked in and I could feel it before I could explain it. She couldn’t take calls in my presence anymore. When she did pick up, it was always a quick “I’m busy, I’ll call you back,” and whether she ever did, I honestly couldn’t tell you. She suddenly had a long list of uncles and aunties she had to visit. One thing or another always needed her attention. I told myself I was being paranoid.

Then I came across her chat with a man from her church. I won’t go into how it happened. Let’s just say her cup was full and it spilled. At first I tried to convince myself it was nothing, only church business, the way you talk yourself out of something your gut already knows. But the evidence kept coming and eventually I had to face it.

The man was married. And it wasn’t a recent thing either. From what I could piece together, they had been seeing each other for a long time, going on dates while she was still in school. What broke something in me was not just the betrayal but how comfortably she seemed to carry it. This was a woman who swore she would never cheat on me. Never. And there she was.

I found out the full picture the day I traveled to the town where her school was for some personal errands. I saw her in the man’s car. A Daewoo Matiz. I stood there both shocked and completely hollowed out. I don’t own a car, I’ll admit that. But to lose the woman I loved, the woman I helped put through school, to a married man in a Daewoo Matiz of all things? That stung in a way I didn’t expect. It felt like an insult wrapped inside a wound.

Three years. Gone. And the vehicle of my heartbreak was a Daewoo Matiz.

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So here I am, back to my single life and starting all over. Three years of our relationship have gone down the drain, all because a man with a Daewoo Matiz used that car and his connections to take my girlfriend from me. Of all the cars in this world, you chose to leave me for a Daewoo Matiz. My hatred for that car since then knows no bounds. Wherever you are, I
wish you well, but just know I will get a car one day, and it won’t be that small Daewoo Matiz.

—Kojo Car

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