His phone was giving him problems. He would take it to repairs, and bring it back with another set of issues. The screen wasn’t working. A call would come through and he would struggle to pick it up. When he’s able to pick it up, he has to adjust the phone to a certain degree before he can hear the voice of the person talking.

His phone became the bane of our relationship so on his birthday, I got him a new iPhone. His old phone was iPhone 8 but I managed to get him an iPhone 12. He was elated. Right before my eyes he put his SIM in the phone and started using it. Three days later, the phone was gone. “A guy sat next to me in a taxi. When I alighted, my pocket felt light. I tapped to realize the phone was gone but then the taxi had sped off.”

I contributed for him to get an Infinix phone he would use in the meantime. A few weeks later, I was visiting him when I heard him talking to someone on the phone. I eavesdropped on him. He said, “Adwoa, what again do you want from me? Do you want my head on a plate? I bought you a new iPhone a few weeks ago. I don’t have money.”

I didn’t react. I stayed level-headed until that night I went through his phone. He gave the phone I bought to his girlfriend. I read how she celebrated the phone and how she felt elevated among her friends. They’d been dating for three years. I’d dated him for a year and a half. I was the side chick.

He couldn’t even deny it when I confronted him. All he said was, “Yeah she’s there but it’s you I love. I was waiting for a good time to let her go so it will be just us.”

The next day when he wasn’t home, I went there with his spare key to remove his flat-screen and his office laptop. I sent him a message, “Come with my phone if you want your TV and the laptop.”

It took him a week. He thought I was joking. He brought my phone in a box and also paid the contribution I made for the phone he was using. I thanked him and gave back his things to him. I was pained but seeing my phone resting on my table brought back a new sense of fulfillment.