We started talking when I was about to return to Ghana. We had been in school together, but after school I traveled abroad. We met again on Facebook and became friends. We didn’t talk much until I started making plans to return to Ghana.

She asked questions like, “Are you coming to look for a wife?” or “Will I see you when you come?” It was obvious she wanted us to become closer, so I made plans with her, and the day I arrived at the airport, she was there waiting. We talked for hours before we parted ways and went to our respective homes. The next day, she said she wanted to come and see where I was lodging, so we met again.

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She asked, “Are you coming home to look for a wife?”

I asked, “Do you have one for me?”

Even though it was a joke, she took it seriously and told me she was available, so I shouldn’t look any further. I asked if she didn’t have a boyfriend. She said she did, but it wasn’t a serious relationship. “We haven’t even spoken for days. I won’t let this stop me from meeting my husband.”

I was ready to be patient with her, but she acted as though she had something to prove to me. Even when I asked her to properly break up with her boyfriend, she told me it wasn’t worth it because what they had wasn’t really a relationship. So that day, we had sex, and a relationship started between us.

I wasn’t playing with her feelings or trying to take her for a ride. The fact that she was so serious about the relationship also gave me the confidence to be serious about her too. When I was going to my hometown to see my family, I went with her. My mom thought I had come to Ghana with her, but I told her she was someone I was considering marrying.

I was in Ghana for three weeks. She was with me everywhere I went and made my stay very easy and enjoyable. When the time came for me to leave, she asked what the plan was once I was gone. I told her I was going to keep in touch and would do my best to keep our relationship going.

I got back to Canada and was calling her every day, both on video and audio. I took her on a room tour, and sometimes during the daytime, I turned the camera around so she could see everything I was seeing. Two weeks after I returned to Canada, she told me on a video call that she was pregnant. She was happy and screaming while showing me the pregnancy test kit. She said, “God indeed wants to cement our bond. That’s why He’s given us a child.”

I was very frank with her. I told her I wouldn’t tell her what to do, but if she decided to keep the pregnancy, she should know I wouldn’t be involved in raising the child because of the distance. I would send money and try to fulfill my responsibilities, but she would have to bear the consequences on her own.

My statement didn’t deter her. She said she was going to keep the pregnancy, hoping that one day I would have the resources to bring them to Canada. Anyway, I sent money every month. Whenever I got something I could ship to her and the unborn baby, I did. We talked every day until she delivered. I asked my dad to call her family so we could discuss the next steps.

Anytime my dad called to tell her family he was coming over to have a conversation, they said they were busy and kept postponing it. They never ready were until five months later, when the baby had grown a little. My dad went to meet them to introduce himself as my father and also told them that his son would be very responsible for the child.

After my dad’s visit, anytime I spoke to my girlfriend, she asked when I was coming to take her to Canada. I told her, “It’s not as easy as that. The marriage route could have been possible, but we are not married.”

She said she had a friend who could get us an original marriage certificate, and then we could continue the process from there.

One day, a lady texted me from a fake Facebook account and said my child wasn’t mine and that when the baby was born, it was the real father who named the child. She said she would send me pictures, and she did.

My girlfriend was in a white dress, and the man was sitting next to her while carrying the baby. I was shocked. I sent the photos to my girlfriend, and she denied knowing anything about what the lady had said. Even when I showed her the photos, she said the guy sitting next to her was her cousin and that people were only trying to destroy our relationship.

The fake account gave me the man’s Facebook profile. I went there, and all the photos they had taken that day were there, with sweet captions and lots of congratulatory messages.

So I contacted the man directly. I narrated my side of the story, and he was equally stunned. He said he had dated her for three years, and the only reason they weren’t married was because of my girlfriend. She had always told him she wasn’t ready for marriage. We talked and compared the stories she had told both of us. Everything connected. We agreed to carry out a DNA test. The guy did his first, and he wasn’t the father.

My world crashed, knowing I was probably the father. But I didn’t stop there. My dad arranged for the DNA test, and I also wasn’t the father. Eiii! This girl insisted there was something wrong with the DNA results, so she wanted another DNA test done using my own sample before she would believe.

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I warned her never to call me again or connect me to her baby. I blocked her everywhere, but somehow she kept using different numbers to reach me. She said, “I know I haven’t been the best, but please help me travel out of this country, and I promise I’ll never disturb you again.”

After that, anytime I received a call and it was her, I cut the line. She texted often, using God’s name to beg me to help her. The audacity made me admire her, but not to the extent of bringing her here with me. I’ve learned my lesson, and I hope she has learned hers too.

—Joshua

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