Two years ago, I moved to Accra for a job and got in touch with my ex. Along the line, life became harder than I had imagined, so I called for her help. She is the only familiar face I know here in Accra. I asked her to help me get affordable accommodation in her neighbourhood. She did, and I became her direct neighbour. According to her, the house in the compound was far better than where she had come across me.
I am at the mercy of my ex, Regina. Whatever she says goes. That is because I am only now learning a trade to help myself, since it looks like the white-collar job isn’t doing me any good. So, she feeds me three square meals, water, snacks, everything.
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A month or so ago, she came to my room when the night had fallen and confessed to still being in love with me and wanting us to be intimate. She talked about it as if it were something that must happen or she would die, as if she isn’t married to a man and has two children with him to show evidence that he is really a man.
The thing is, when we were dating then, we were young and odd, and had no business being intimate. All we knew were love letters, flowers, walking home together, and all of those teenage love things. She broke up with me. She said my sister was talking trash about her, and she didn’t like it.
A month prior to this confession, she was in my room trying to seduce me. I sacked her and got very furious. I asked her never to try that with me again. The next day, I went to say hi before I went to work, but she paid me no heed. She didn’t give me breakfast, and later in the evening, she didn’t give me supper either. It lasted for days, then she started coming around again. Then she actually said it with her words, what she was seeking to gain.
Some days ago, her husband organized a fufu party and invited the tenants of the compound. There was lots of food and drinks to pass around. I was there too. During the party, she was sexting me, “We could go to the back of the compound and he wouldn’t notice.” Or, “Let’s do it at the hall. There is loud music. He won’t hear.” And so many more.
The husband was drunk and had misplaced himself somewhere in the compound, so she was at liberty to do it. She said he wouldn’t even know if we did it in the next room while he was asleep. I didn’t mind her.
Could you believe my ex came to my door at midnight, around 11:30 p.m., banging on my door that I should open the door for her? I turned a deaf ear to the knocking. When she got tired, she left. The very next morning, she sent a long message describing how much she hates me for leaving her hanging. “We have so much history for you to behave like this. And are you not a man?” she added.
Now she doesn’t talk to me. Two days after the incident, I saw and greeted her, and she didn’t respond.
Her husband, I understand, is scheduled to travel soon. Next month, I believe. This means there is now no one there to warm her bed. Even when the man was there, she was trying to recruit me to be the side boy. I’m afraid she is not being very demanding because her husband is around now. That’s why she cannot force me now, but I feel like the day her husband travels, I’m dead.
Even though she is older than me, that didn’t count when we were young, but now it matters. It matters even more now that she has a whole family that I don’t intend on coming between. But she is relentless, a go-getter, like a tiger. And I don’t know how strong I am to keep resisting.
I don’t want it. She is another man’s wife. She has taken an oath before God. I don’t want to be the man who puts asunder what God has put together.
But then again, I am at her mercy. She is literally like my god on earth. Without her benevolence, I may die of hunger and thirst. You see what is at stake here? She claims I’m her first love and she has invested in me so much that no matter what, she will have me in her bed, even if it takes years to do it. It is giving me sleepless nights, and I can’t even concentrate at work because I know she will strike very soon. I just don’t know how or when.
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What can I do? It feels like I am Joseph and she is Potiphar’s wife in the Joseph story. What if this is just a test for me, that if I manage to flee, God will finally look down on me with unlimited favour to be the father of nations?
— Bediako
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