I was standing in front of a garage waiting for a friend when a guy came from the garage to tell me his boss wanted to see me. I thought it was about the place I was standing. I was right in front of the showroom, so I told him I would move. He said, “No, it’s not about that. My boss wants to talk to you.”

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I followed him into the garage and then to this beautiful office that looked like a museum. The guy there welcomed me and said, “It’s too sunny out there, and you’ve been standing there for a while. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable here?”

By the time I was leaving his office, we had exchanged contacts, and he gave me GHC500 to take an Uber. I thanked him profusely and left. A few hours later, he texted. A few days later, he asked me out on a date. A day after asking me out, he proposed. I said I wasn’t interested. He texted me every day and night asking for a chance to be with me. I even lied to him that I had a boyfriend, but he kept coming.

I went on a date with him, and he asked about my birthday. He did the math on his fingers and said, “Oh, just four months away? What if I import a special car for your birthday? A beautiful queen like you should drive something beautiful.”

When I told him I didn’t know how to drive, he said he’d pay for my driving school until the car arrived. “Wow,” I said to myself.

He took me to a driving school, registered me, and paid for it. I went to the garage to meet him, and I asked, “You have plenty of cars here already, so why don’t you give me one?”

He answered, “These cars have owners, but don’t worry. Tomorrow, I’ll work on yours.”

A few days later, I received an international call. The person asked for my name, and I mentioned it. He said, “Your car is going to be processed as soon as payment is made. When should we expect payment?”

I called my guy and asked if he had done that, and he said yes. He had used my details for the shipping, and that’s why they called me. A few days later, the same number called, thanking me for doing business with them and assuring me I would enjoy my car once it arrived. I screamed, “Wow, is this real? Someone I’m not even dating can just buy me a car like that?”

He came to my house and said, “See everything I’ve done for you in this short period. Don’t you see how much I love you? Why don’t you give me a chance?”

I’d softened at this point, so I told him I would like to break up with my boyfriend first, and he agreed. But every day, he was on me, asking for a kiss or something intimate. His rush scared me. I decided I would hold on until the car arrived.

I completed driving school, applied for my driver’s license, and waited patiently for my car. He even gave me a tracking link to monitor the shipment of my new car.

I gave him permission to spend the night with me on one condition: nothing would happen between us. All night, he tried to have his way, but I remained resolute. A week before my birthday, the car still hadn’t arrived. It was already about three weeks late. I asked why, and he said I should be patient. I felt he was holding on to the car until I gave him something, so I allowed him to kiss me and touch my body.

He left my room that day, and that was it. He never picked up my calls or responded to my texts. I went to the garage looking for him. The guys saw me and started laughing. I saw the guy who had come to call me the first time and asked where his boss was. He said, “Sister, he’s not the boss ooo.” Then they all started laughing.

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I laughed too. I thanked them and started walking away. The guy said, “Sister, sorry wai. W’ama agoro adi wo.”

I kept laughing. Like, why would a guy go through all this just because of sex? Such commitment to lies and deception. What’s all that about? For a few seconds of pleasure?

I pray I don’t give birth to a boy because this is too much to bear, even for someone like me who hasn’t carried the weight of the lies some men carry around.

—Efe

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