He invited me on a date. When the menu arrived, I told him to order for us. He said he had eaten and was full. I ordered and got served. When the food arrived, he looked at it with desire in his eyes. Like a child watching his favourite food on another child’s table.

When I was eating, he picked up a piece of chicken; “Oh that’s nice. I didn’t know it was this sweet.” He picked up another piece and by the time I realized, he was eating my food with me. He ate with me and even took the last bone from the plate. When I ordered a drink, he didn’t order. When the drink arrived he said, “Pour something small into the glass and let me use it to push the food down.”

Not long afterwards, he invited me on another date. I had learned a lesson from the first date so I took money to pay for what I would eat. When we got there, again he asked me to order because he was full. I told him to order so we split the bill. He retorted, “Oh nooo it’s not about the bill. I can pay for whatever we eat. Just that I’m full. I ate fufu not too long ago.”

He was looking at me enjoying my drink. You look into his eyes and you know he would like to drink. “Are you sure you don’t want to drink anything?” I asked.  He shook his head. When the food arrived, he was about to reach out for meat and I blocked him. “The waitress is not far away. Order what you want to eat. Don’t worry, I will pay.”

He ordered. When the bill arrived, he gave it to me. I paid for what I ate and asked him to also pay for his. He said, “I thought you said you’ll pay.” I answered, “Yeah I said I was going to pay for what I will eat.”

That night, he proposed, for the third time. I said no. He got angry and started shouting, “You won’t accept my proposal but will spend my money, right? Is that your plan? To waste my money because I said I love you? No, you have to accept today. You’ll say yes.”

Eiish, embarrassment paa. While he was talking, I ordered Bolt. When it arrived, I hopped in. He wanted to come in, I asked the driver to move. The next day he called to apologize. I should forgive and accept his proposal because he was a good man.

I’ve blocked him.

The next time he came around, my elder brother met him man to man. He hasn’t come around again. So now, I don’t go out with a man without money on me. When I go, I pay for what I eat. They call it “too know” but it’s a lesson I’ve learned.

—Phoebe

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