The first day I set my eyes on him, I was flattened. I thought to myself, “See, fine boy, see e lips.” He was tall, dark-skinned, with braided cornrows: handsome in a way that made you pause. He looked in my direction, and I confidently looked back, admiring his face. But the moment our eyes locked, I looked away. I lived in a small town and hadn’t seen him around before, so I wondered where he came from.

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Another time, I had just closed from work and saw him again. This time, he was bold enough to ask for my number. I gave it to him. We exchanged contacts and started talking. He said he was Kojo from Madina, an electrician by profession. I was Akua, a pupil teacher in one of the community schools. I was moved when he said he had a skill. He told me he was single, but I doubted it because he was too fine, too cute to be single.

At that time, I was also single. He proposed, and we took it from there. I told him I was working bit by bit to save something and travel, and he said the same. Two hustlers in love. Everything was going well. He visited me twice, and we were cool until he started asking for small favours.

He would say, “Babe, I’ve seen some nice shirts. Can you buy them for me?” I would tell him straight, “I’m broke.” Another time, he said he was short on airtime. I offered GH₵3, and he said it was too small. So I sent GH₵5. Then came a request for GH₵20 for something urgent I gave GH₵10. I helped him two or three times, but one thing stood out. This guy was ungrateful. He never said thank you.

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I was studying him, and these things started turning me off. It was giving red flag vibes. I began withdrawing slowly. He never gave me a penny, yet expected me to invest in him. The most annoying part was that he would go to work, make money, and waste it all on gambling and bets. He never gave me airtime, not even Bel-Cola money, but expected me to spend my hard-earned salary on him.

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Who does that? Did he think he had found a sugar mummy to milk? He saw the shift in the relationship and asked what was wrong. I told him point blank that I had lost interest. I’ve never liked opportunists. He never invested a dime in me, and life is reciprocal. I reminded him that I told him from the start that I’m a hustler and I’ve got nothing to offer. He said he was cool with that, so why start asking for favours?

Two days later, I texted him and ended it. If he feels he’s too fine and cute, he can go find a sugar mummy to spend on him. Not a hustler girl like me.

—Akua

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