My friend got married recently. She lives in Accra, and the man lives in Takoradi. I was even their bridesmaid. My friend talks to me about everything. Sometimes she takes my advice. Other times, she goes ahead to do her own thing, and it also works for her.
She earns more than her husband. She said if she adds her allowances and everything she gets in a month, her salary is more than twice what her husband receives. I knew this information even before they got married.
Three months after marriage, she called to ask for my opinion. She said, “My husband wants me to relocate to Takoradi. He says he can’t bear the distance.”
I asked, “So you’re seeking a transfer to Takoradi?”
“No, I’m not. You know my workplace doesn’t have a branch in Takoradi. He says I should leave everything and come so he can help me look for another job.”
I didn’t think twice about it. I said, “Don’t go. Even if you’ll go, you have to secure a new job, and the job should be better than this or at least equal to it.”
She told me she had thought about all that, but the health of her marriage is also important, and she doesn’t mind relocating.
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I stood on my feet and screamed, “Jennifer, nooo. We’ve made a lot of mistakes in life, and this shouldn’t be one of them. There’s no job in Takoradi you’ll just walk into and receive the salary you’re earning now. You’ll let all this go because of a three-month-old marriage?”
I’ve said everything I have to say. I’ve even lied to her that I had a dream and she was crying on a Takoradi-bound bus. I asked my pastor to interpret the dream, and he said it meant suffering, so she shouldn’t do it. I call her every morning to remind her of how hard it is to get a good job.
Despite all this effort, everything she says and does points in only one direction. She wants to resign from her job and go. Please, my friend is here. She reads every story here on Silent Beads, and she’ll read this one too. Please help me advise her. If anything goes wrong, I’m the shoulder she’ll cry on. I will hate myself for telling her, “I told you so.” Help me stop her from making this move, please.
—Anna
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