We met a few days before he travelled abroad. He said he was only going for a month and would be back before my birthday, so he asked what I wanted for my birthday. I didn’t know him from anywhere. He had heard me on the phone talking to my friend about my birthday and used that as an opportunity to start a conversation.

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On a normal day, I would be angry that a stranger would eavesdrop on my conversation, but this guy made it look fun and easy and also made me feel like he was a friend I didn’t know. When he was about to leave, he asked for my contact, and I gave it to him. He said, “We might not meet anytime soon, but I hope we keep in touch.”

He called the day he was flying out. Two days later, he called again to tell me he had arrived but had been busy, which was why I hadn’t heard from him. He would call and text, and I would also respond. Nothing deep. One afternoon, I was even in a meeting at work when he texted, “Can I call you on video? I’m in a shop to get you something. I want you to see it and choose what you like.”

I texted to tell him I was in a meeting, so he should give me a few minutes and I would get back to him. The meeting lasted forever. When I finally texted him, I apologized and said, “You’ve left the shop by now, I guess.”

He answered, “I’m still here, waiting for you. I want to get it right.”

He turned his video on and moved from one aisle to the next, showing me beautiful dresses and shoes on display. He would say, “Oh, this one will fit you. Don’t you like it?” In fact, I liked everything on display, but I didn’t know his budget. I said, “Can you get the whole shop for me? Or just get me whatever your money can buy for me.”

He asked me to choose three dresses and two pairs of shoes. I did just that, and he picked them up and told me to expect them before my birthday.

That night, he called again. We talked about perfumes and what he should get me. He asked if I needed a phone, and I told him I did. Then he said, “After everything, I’m getting us rings. Get ready for our marriage too.”

I’d been proposed to on several occasions, but none of those guys had proposed with marriage in mind, let alone talked about rings. He asked, “Is it a yes?”

I asked, “Yes to what?”

He answered, “Should I get the ring, hoping you’ll be my wife?”

I asked, “Just like that?”

He answered, “Every man knows what he wants when he sees it. You’re that missing piece. Or are you already in a relationship?”

We spent the whole night talking about love and disappointments. He said he was eager to settle down because the woman he had dated for a long time left when he needed her most. I told him, “Get the ring. Even if I’m not ready today, I will be ready tomorrow. We may need time to get to know each other, and then we’ll take it from there.”

I became his girlfriend that very night, hoping he would come to Ghana, we would start dating, and see where the wind would blow us.

He came to Ghana one late night. I was supposed to meet him at the airport, but he said he was arriving very late and would rather meet me the following day after his arrival.

Three days after he arrived in Ghana, we arranged to meet. He picked the location and time, and I told him I would be there. A few hours before the meeting, he cancelled. He said something had come up. He had to meet a certain man he had brought something for. We still kept in touch, talking every night and day until we fixed another date.

He said, “The same place and time. Come prepared because it’s going to be fireworks today.”

I got to the place before him. When I sat down, there were two women already seated there. They looked at me when I entered, and when I sat down, they kept looking in my direction. Once in a while, they would glance at me and talk among themselves. Then one of them picked up a call and walked out. At that point, I was looking at them too.

Just when the woman on the phone walked out, my boyfriend entered through another door. While walking toward me, another lady entered and followed him. I thought she was also a patron of the place.

I hugged him while this lady stood right behind him. I asked, “Are you coming with her?” “Who?” he asked. He turned around, saw her and screamed, “Oh shit!” His posture and body language changed from excitement to fear all of a sudden. The lady said, “Just sit down. You didn’t invite me, but I’ve also come. No need to make a scene. I came in peace.”

When he sat down, the lady pulled up the next chair and sat down. I was waiting for him to say something, but all he did was bury his face in his palms and mutter words I couldn’t hear.

I asked what was going on, and the lady answered, “He might not be able to tell you what’s going on because he didn’t expect this. I’m his wife. We’ve been married for five years and have a daughter. You’re Angie, right?”

It was my turn to say something, but the words didn’t come, even when I opened my mouth. I started trembling. I looked at him to say something, but he couldn’t even open his mouth.

I asked, “Say something. Is that true?” He answered weakly, “Yeah, that’s my wife. I’m sorry about everything.” Then he got up to leave. His wife said, “But we just got here, so why are you leaving?” He walked slowly out of the door as if he were carrying a heavy weight on his back. I buried my face in my hands and started apologizing to her.

“I swear I didn’t know he was married. Please forgive me. I wouldn’t have seen him if I had known.” She answered, “I know you didn’t know. I was reading your messages. That’s how I got here. Sorry if I scared you, but next time, be careful of men like that.”

When she walked out, those two ladies who had been there before my arrival also followed, laughing and looking at me. The whole thing looked like a scene from a movie. I sat there for over an hour, still shocked and processing what had just happened.

I Called My Girlfriend And Another Man Answered The Phone

Three days later, I called his phone, looking for better closure and some sort of explanation. His phone was off, and it has remained off till now, three months after the incident.

Sometimes I get scared thinking about what might have happened after they went home. Did she do something to him? Why has his phone been off?

I’ve searched for him on social media and even on Google, hoping something would pop up about him. Sometimes I’m scared I might find his obituary posters on walls or even on Facebook.

I’m still hoping and praying he survived that night. I’m no longer angry. I pray for him and wish him good things.

He should just survive. That’s all I pray for.

—Angie

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