Before we met in person, I was sure that we had something real. I am not much into texting so most of our conversations were via phone calls. I liked the way he spoke. It left no doubt in my mind that he was serious about me. He said he was ready to take the big step.

“This may sound crazy considering that I am yet to see you but I believe you are the woman of my dreams. If you give your heart to me, I can assure you that I will make you a happy woman.”

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Who doesn’t want to be happy in this life?
After talking to him for a few months, I had grown fond of him. I too was convinced that we could start something great. So I said yes. All of this happened in 2023.

At the time, he lived in Accra while I live somewhere in the Oti region. This means we are almost half a day’s journey apart. It’s one of the reasons it took us months to meet. The other reason was his busy schedule. As for me, I was open. I could always shift a few things around and make time to see him.

However, I didn’t push it. I waited patiently till he decided we should meet at Kpong one weekend. It wasn’t a good time for me. I was down financially. I had budgeted my money to the last pesewa. When I explained this to him he said not to worry. “I will refund whatever you spend on your transportation, and I will give you enough money to cover the cost of your return.”

I didn’t want to be one of those women who insisted on money for transportation before meeting their boyfriends. Besides, it was going to be our first time. I wanted to make a good first impression. In hindsight, I should have just told him the timing wasn’t right for me. But I guess I was curious to finally put a face behind the man I had been dating all this while.

That Friday, I waited for him at the lorry station for about two hours before he came to pick me up. That should have been my first red flag.

As I mentioned he lives in Accra, not Kpong. But he chose for us to meet over there because he had to attend to some business over there.

“I will be there for the weekend so we will make the most out of the time. We will enjoy some nature away from my busy life in Accra. It will be so romantic,” he said.
I imagined it, the two of us on a weekend getaway, and yes, so romantic.

We drove straight to the hotel when he picked me up. There was no awkwardness between us. It felt as if we were used to each other. I am not going to lie, he was everything I imagined and so much more. He was handsome, smelled good, and he was funny as hell. We talked and laughed throughout the journey.

That night we became lovers for the first time. I loved every bit of it. He was gentle and skilled. It felt so magical. My heart was full as I fell asleep wrapped in his arms. “I am home,” I whispered to myself, “we’ve found home at last.”

At dawn, I was awoken by his little member poking me from behind, while he touched me in places that made my honeypot drool. Within a few minutes, we were at it again.

“So what are we doing today?” I asked as we lay day trying to catch our breaths. He looked at me and said, “I am sorry but I have to go. I have just been called to show up at a funeral in the Volta Region.”

He asked me to rest but to make sure I’d leave before checkout. “I will send your transportation to you on MoMo,” he said as he drove off.

I waited for the alert, but it never came. With my limited resources, I had to walk for thirty minutes to the bus station, to journey back home.

I felt awful. I didn’t know what to think. Did I just travel all the way to meet a supposed boyfriend, only for it to be a one-night affair? Or truly, something came up?

When I got home I started experiencing some experience severe discomfort down there. It was itchy and there was a discharge. I didn’t need a doctor to tell me he must have given me something.

I called him immediately and told him to go to the nearest hospital to get tested and treated.

He said he was clean. “If you have a medical problem, treat yourself and leave me alone.”

So I left him alone, treated myself and moved on with my life.

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Now, we are in 2025. Out of nowhere, he started chatting me up. “I have not been able to get you out of my mind since I last saw you,” he said, “I want you see you again.”

I asked him to leave me alone but he didn’t. So I decided to play a little game with him. I told him, “I will only see you if you send me money for transportation first.”

I Was The Man In The Relationship And He Didn’t Like It


He didn’t even wait for five minutes before sending me enough money to take me to Accra and back, and a little extra.

I don’t intend to go anywhere. It’s just that I am beginning to feel guilty about keeping his money. I only asked him to send it because I believed he wouldn’t send it. But now that he has called my bluff, what do I do? Should I return his money to him? I am not a deceptive person so my conscience is judging me.

—Miss Soko

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