I met the man a few times in her room. She introduced me to him as “The one I talked to you about,” and told me, “This is my uncle. He’s the one who takes care of me.” The man welcomed me with a broad smile and said, “You can call me Agyeman.”

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Right in front of me, he took out a large sum from his wallet and handed it over to Amanda. He didn’t even count it. He said goodbye to me and walked out with Amanda. We had dated for only five months, and I already knew her uncle. I counted myself blessed and imagined where the relationship was going and told myself, “She’s the one.”

I didn’t make that statement because of what happened that day. Everything from day one had been nothing but bliss. I met Amanda through a friend. She was having issues with her iPhone, and the friend directed her to me. When I met her, I felt she was out of my league, looking at the phone she was using and the way she carried herself.

Through conversations, I learned that she was doing her national service. It gave me some sort of comfort because a national service lady couldn’t be so high that I could not propose to her. After working on her phone, whenever she had a problem, she called or texted. I would meet her at her house and work things out for her.

I posted an event on my status, and she said, “So you’ll be going alone and won’t invite me?” I gave her an invitation, and she came. She dressed to turn heads. My guys were shocked at how I could land a woman like her. If I told them she was just a friend, I know many of them would have made a move on her. I introduced her to them as my girlfriend, and she was cool with it.

After the program, when we were going home, she asked me, “Did you mean it when you said I was your girlfriend?” I nodded, not knowing what would follow. She said, “That’s ok, but I would prefer if you proposed.” I did the proposal. Right there and then, she said yes. I’d known her for two months.

She became the only girlfriend I’d dated who gave me something and was willing to pay whenever we went out. You see that phone she had issues with? When she had a new phone, she gave me that phone. iPhone 12 Pro Max. When I needed money and she got to know about it, she gave me something. I did my part too. I bought gifts according to the strength of my salary. When she wanted to pay and I was so sure I could pay without a problem, I paid.

I didn’t have any reason to question her rich lifestyle because everything showed she came from a rich home. Her uncle showed affluence right in front of me. Whenever she mentioned Agyeman, what followed was money or gadgets or something great.

On weekends, she would disappear, but she would talk to me throughout. At night, she would call me on video before she slept. I knew the places she visited: home where her parents were, her uncle’s house or office, or out with friends. She didn’t go where I didn’t know.

That Friday morning, I was with her. She spent the night with me and told me in the morning that she would be going home with her uncle after work. They were going to visit her dad, who wasn’t doing well health-wise. She called when she was leaving, and I wished her a safe journey.

Before I slept, I called her phone, and she didn’t respond, so I sent her a message that I was sleeping but she could still call if she wanted to. I woke up in the morning and didn’t see her calls but rather three missed calls from the friend through whom I got to meet Amanda. I called back. She said, “Have you heard the news?” I asked what news, and she said Amanda had an accident and died on the spot.

I was like, “Wait. Are you talking about Amanda? The one you and I know?” She broke down in tears.

The shock that went through my body felt like electricity. I quivered. I was seated but couldn’t sit any longer. “What!” I exclaimed. No, that can’t be my Amanda. I kept calling her phone until someone picked up. She said, “Yeah, she’s gone.” I asked who it was. She couldn’t talk. She was crying like a baby.

A few hours later, rumors started swirling around the neighborhood. A woman had spoken that Amanda was a side chick. In the accident, Agyeman didn’t die. His injury was severe, but it was Amanda who couldn’t make it. According to the rumors, people were rejoicing over the death of a side chick who didn’t know how to leave someone’s husband. I couldn’t believe the story. I took to my status to defend her, calling people out for being ignorant.

By evening, the whole truth came out. The wife of Agyeman knew about the relationship between her husband and Amanda. According to the stories, she had called Amanda several times to warn her to stay away. People were of the view that the woman took Amanda out to save her marriage.

This shock was minor compared to the first, but it was still a shock. Why didn’t I know this or suspect it? I called the lady through whom I got to meet Amanda. She said, “I’m as shocked as you are. She introduced the man to me as her uncle too. The man even bought me a phone for being Amanda’s good friend.”

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I didn’t know which one to mourn—the death of my girlfriend or the lie I believed for over a year.

Her funeral was weeks ago. I was there, but I couldn’t go and watch her body. She was a good person in my story, and I celebrated that. The other side of the story is not for me to judge. It’s between her and her God. May she rest in peace, regardless.

—Dawson

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