I had a very close relationship with my mother’s friend. He has been like a father to me since he came into our lives. So I sought counsel with him sometimes. That’s how he knew about my nonexistent love life. I was at home one day when he came to see me. He said he had something very important to discuss with me. So I dropped everything I was doing and gave him an ear.

He told me, “There is a young man I want you to meet. You two will do so well together.” I was confused so I asked him to explain himself. It was then he said, “The young man is looking for a wife. And I know you are single so I want to introduce you to him.” It didn’t seem like a good idea to me. So I asked him not to give my contact out to anyone.

He didn’t listen to my protests. He insisted that it was a good match so I should give it a chance. “Sure, why not? You can go ahead and connect us,” I finally said in defeat.

A short while into our conversations, we planned a date. It was on this date I saw him for the first time. I liked what I saw. Most importantly, I liked that our connection when we spoke over the phone did not cease when we met each other. I also liked the fact that he had a stable job so he didn’t have financial struggles. Not that I was after his money.

One thing he took pride in was the high position he occupied in church. People look up to him because of that role, and it makes him feel important. Another thing he takes pride in is his love for Fufu. “As for me, if you want to kidnap me, just trick me with fufu,” he would joke.

So I started pounding fufu for him. This guy would give me GHC50 and leave instructions; “Today I want palm nut soup with cow meat and fish.” Or “Today, I want light soup with goat meat.” He would expect that amount of money to cater for fufu with whatever soup he craved for two days. I am a petty trader who doesn’t earn much. However, I don’t complain. I just accept his money and add mine to it.

This was the course of our relationship for six months. We spoke constantly. He never shied away from talking about marriage. I also never stopped cooking for him. We were on the same page. It was nice.

I was so wrapped up in the future we were carving for ourselves that I didn’t notice it when things started changing. I would call him and he would tell me, “I am in a meeting. Let me call you back.” I would say okay and make an excuse for him that he must be busy because of his church work. “Maybe his sheep needs his attention,” I would say.

This went on until it dawned on me that he was ignoring me. So I called him and asked; “What’s going on? Have I done something to offend you?” He said no. I then asked, “So why do you seem busy all of a sudden to talk to me? If there’s anything, tell me so I would apologize.” This man insisted that everything was fine between us.

He even visited me the next Friday after we had that conversation. I cooked and he ate it. This time around, it was only my money I used for the food. He didn’t even bring GHC20 in an attempt to cover part of the cost. He just said, “Thank you,” belched, and left.

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After he left my place, we continued to keep in touch. That was until he called to tell me on Sunday, “I am sorry but I can’t be with you anymore.” “Why?” I asked. He was quiet for a while before he said, “My pastor said I should not come near you again.” He sounded like a child whose mother had warned him to stay away from bad company.

I remember asking him, “Who is this pastor? Does he know me? Has he seen me before? What reason did he give when he asked you to stay away from me?” He couldn’t talk. He didn’t even answer one question. He just said he would get back to me.

It’s been days but I still haven’t heard back from him. I would have spoken to my mother’s friend about what happened but he passed away four months ago. That’s why I’m here. I want to know what to do. Everything was going smoothly until he broke up with me over what his pastor said. Whatever it is the pastor said about me, I have no idea.

Should I go to him and demand an explanation for what’s going on? Or I should just watch him go? Please, I need your counsel.

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—Araba

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