I was asleep at midnight when I heard my phone ring. Who would call me this late? I wondered, as I looked at the caller ID. It was Jojoe. “Why is this guy calling me? I thought I told him never to call or text me ever again. So why would he call me at this ungodly hour?” I don’t know what mood I was in when I answered the call but seeing his name on my screen put me in a foul mood.

What did he do? I will tell you. The very first encounter we had was a fight. It was big and messy. I don’t even remember what caused it. Only that we both made each other angry and wouldn’t stop yelling at each other. Days after the fight, he came to apologize to me. “Let’s forget about the bad blood between us and try to be friends,” he pleaded. Obviously, he had recovered from the fight but I hadn’t.

I rejected his offer of friendship and told him to stay away from me. He tried to get close to me several times but I wouldn’t let him. My best friend eventually got tired of our drama and told me; “Forget about what happened and accept his friendship. You can see he is trying hard to make peace so let it go.” She was right. So I let go of my grudge and started being nice to him.

In the course of our friendship, he asked me to be his girlfriend. I knew he was dating a certain lady but I was no longer seeing her around. So after his proposal, I asked him about the lady. “Oh, her? We broke up a while back. She was always talking to her ex. I would be with her and she would leave the room to go and talk to her ex. A relationship like that was bound to fail,” he stated.

Honestly, I didn’t like him like that. So I didn’t care about the explanation he gave about his supposed ex-girlfriend. I was only interested in our friendship. And we got quite close. He proposed to me a few more times but I didn’t change my mind. That’s why I was surprised when I was with him one day and he kissed me. I didn’t see it coming. No warning. No consent. He just thought it was wise to steal a kiss after I had told him repeatedly that I was not interested in a relationship with him.

While he was kissing me, I pushed him away and left. On my way home I sent him a text, “You’ve proven that you don’t respect me. If you did, you wouldn’t have kissed me after I told you several times that I was not romantically attracted to you. Never call or text me again.” That was the text I sent him to end our friendship.

I thought he got my message loud and clear until I saw his call two days later at midnight. I didn’t want to pick up. But on second thought, I decided to answer the call and let him understand that I was very angry with him.

As soon as I picked up, I heard him crying on the phone. “Adwoa, I’m dying,” he cried, “My heart is paining me. I can feel death closing in on me. I just want you to know that I love you so much. I’ve never felt for any woman the way I feel for you. In case you don’t hear my voice again, just know that.” I thought he was faking it so I asked him, “Where are you? And which doctor told you that you are dying?” That was when he told me he was at a clinic.

I had to call one taxi driver I knew to take me there. He was truly in a bed when I got there. As soon as I arrived, the nurse asked him to tell me everything he said in my absence. It turned out he told the nurse that in case something happened to him he should tell me he loves me deeply. The nurse then handed me an exercise book.

I opened the book and saw that Jojoe had written his Momo pin, his bank account number and password, and the words, “I love you Adwoa. I love you, mum.” To be frank, it moved me. When he was discharged, he insisted that I be the one to take him home.

I took him home and stayed with him till it was evening, then I left to my place. The next day, I was even on my way to see him when a neighbour of his used his phone to call me. When I picked up she said, “Your man’s condition has gotten worse so I am taking him to a bigger hospital. He asked me to tell you so you would come there.” I was already on my way to his place so I hurried up.

When we got to the hospital he was hallucinating. He was talking about ghosts and other things, so he had to be sedated. Seeing him lying so helplessly on the bed, I don’t know where the feeling came from, but I fell in love with him right there. I spoke into his ears, “I promise you that if you fight and make it, I will say yes to your proposal.”

I prayed fervently, asking God to heal him. I was by his side for the six days it took him to recover and get discharged. I kept my promise and accepted his proposal after he got well.

Not long after, I heard his ex-girlfriend was pregnant. I confronted him and he said he believed the pregnancy was for the lady’s ex. He said she was seeing both of them at the same time. So he would take care of the pregnancy until she delivers and then he would conduct a DNA test. I believed everything he told me because I was in love.

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Later I found out that they never broke up. He lied to her that a pastor prophesied that an evil spirit was around him. So she should stay away to protect herself and the pregnancy. This is a story I heard recently.

While I was still with him, the lady gave birth. Instead of doing the DNA test like he said, she rather moved in with him. The day I found out I didn’t confront him. What else was there to say when the truth was glaring at me? I just walked away and never looked back. He also didn’t reach out to me to offer any explanations. It’s been eleven months and I haven’t heard anything from him.

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It was recently I heard that while he was dating me, he would take the other lady out, and post pictures with sweet captions. He was also visiting her frequently since he’d lied to her and couldn’t come to his place.

When he sees me, he acts like he hasn’t done me any wrong. I’m not going to lie, it was difficult to cope at first, but I’m much better now.

I am just here asking, why did he go to that extent to make me fall for him when he knew he was genuinely in love with someone else? What was his goal for our relationship when he was already committed to her? Did he do that purposely to hurt me as payback for our fight? Can a man be petty like that? That’s what I want to know.

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—Jenny

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