It wasn’t love. She was available, so I decided to try my luck, and it happened. I didn’t even propose to her. I visited, I touched a few buttons, and she was down for it. After that, we sat silently as if we both regretted what had happened. I asked for permission to leave, and she walked me to the roadside to get a car.

When I got home, we talked for a few minutes, and that was it. Two days later, my heart was beating for the same experience again, so I called. She said she was unavailable. She asked in what capacity I was visiting. I found myself promising heaven and earth. I even promised marriage.

When she was available, I went to see her. Just yesterday, I introduced her to my mother. I have spoken to my elder sister about her, telling her I’d found a woman I want to marry. Everything is happening so fast that I caught myself and started asking a few questions.

Just a few months ago, I didn’t even find her appealing, so what’s happening to me now? I confided in my paddy, and he asked, “After the first encounter, what did you do with the condom?”

I answered, “I left it at her place.”

He screamed, “Eiii, what a mistake! Let’s look for a powerful man of God and submit to his directions, or else you’ll marry this girl in a few months.”

I thought he was just teasing me. He asked, “Do you find yourself thinking about her anytime you’re alone?”

“Do you dream of a happy home with her?”

“When you haven’t heard from her for a while, do you become restless?”

“Do you hang up after a call and revisit everything you said in the conversation?”

“Do you give her whatever she asks for most of the time?”

I said yes to all of them.

He said, “You have all the symptoms of bedianko. It’s not normal. I know my people. You’ve eaten from the wrong pot.”

He still won’t tell me the details of what she could have done with the used CD. All he’s saying is that I should have taken it away, and none of this would have happened. Now I’m scared, but even with this fear, I still spent the night with her at my place last night.

I Called My Girlfriend And Another Man Answered The Phone

“Maybe it’s love,” I said to myself while I watched her walk around. “It happens. Look at how beautiful she is and how she has transformed this place.”

Please, how can I differentiate between genuine love and the bedianko kind of love? I trust my friend, but I also trust this feeling. What if I marry her and it’s bedianko love? Do I ever get to wake up from it one day and regret everything?

Hmmm.

—Ben

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