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He ranted about how bad his few-weeks-old marriage was, trying to get me to say yes to being his girlfriend. He huffed and puffed, but I stood my ground that I wouldn’t want to have anything to do with him. He said, “Then we don’t have to be enemies. We can be friends. Looking at where we’ve come from, enmity doesn’t look good on us.” I responded, “Why not? I can be a friend.”

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From there, he would text, and I would respond. We were trying not to be enemies, but we weren’t close to being friends either. You remember I said in part one that I would explain why I was joining the car only on Fridays. So here’s the explanation…

The distance from where I lived to my office was like two worlds apart, so right from the beginning, I stayed with a friend who lived somewhat close to my office. I stayed with her and went to work from Monday to Friday, then went home after work on Friday. At some point, I started having issues with that friend, so I decided not to live with her anymore. That was around the time I had agreed to be friends with Kyei.

So he noticed I was coming to work very late every day. One day, he texted and asked why I was late these days. I told him I was coming from home because I had issues with my friend. A week later, he handed me a cheque for GHC 2,000 and asked me to look for a place to rent. I was very happy because, as I said, I come from a poor home. How was I going to raise that amount to rent a place?

I searched far and wide, but the money couldn’t get me any decent accommodation in town. The place I found was a single room without a toilet or bathroom, so I had to use the public bathroom. I didn’t mind because I was desperate to get a place. When he asked about the search, I told him about the place I got. He screamed, “Nooo, you can’t stay in such a place. How could you use a public bathroom, a woman like you?”

For about two consecutive weeks, every evening after work, Kyei would drive me around town, from one agent to another, looking for a place to rent. Sometimes we would roam until around 11 p.m. before he would drive me home and go to his house. One day, we found a place very close to my workplace. When he asked the price and the landlord mentioned GHC 4,200 for a year, he took the money and paid right there.

Remember, I was still not dating him. He had even stopped talking about love because we had agreed to remain friends. While I was preparing to move to the rented place, I was still coming to work from home, so he called me and said, “You look tired coming from home every morning. Why don’t you let me get you a guesthouse close to my place so I can pick you up every morning and bring you to work?”

I didn’t decline the offer. I moved to the guesthouse on a Monday, and every evening, he would bring food and drinks, and we would eat and talk. We were together so often that we started reviving the vibe of our old friendship. We could laugh and talk until very late, and then he would leave. Early in the morning, he would come for me and take me to work.

By Thursday, we got carried away and had sex. That was the first time we had ever been intimate since we’d known each other. After that, the walls I had built around me came tumbling down. There was nothing stopping us. On Sunday, when I was moving to the rented place, he got a car, packed my things, and helped me set up. What did I have? Nothing.

Each time Kyei visited, he came with something. He would bring a fridge one day, a TV the next, a microwave the day after. Before I knew it, my room was fully furnished. He bought everything a woman could need in her home. Just name it, and I had it.

Then he started spending the night with me or would leave very late. He was with me almost every day, which made me believe he truly didn’t like his marriage and didn’t live with his wife because if he did, why would he spend all his time with me?

There wasn’t an interesting place in Ghana Kyei didn’t take me to. He would book honeymoon packages at places like Royal Senchi Hotel. He introduced me to matching outfits. On trips, he loved proving to everyone we were a married couple, so we’d wear matching clothes. Aqua Safari? We were there. Maaha Beach Resort? We were there. Name any romantic getaway, and we’d been there as a couple on a honeymoon package.

One day, he asked me what was on my bucket list. I didn’t even know what a bucket list was, and he said, “Something you’ve always wished you could do but haven’t been able to.” I put a finger on my lips, looked up, and said, “Hmmm… I wish someone would take me to a store and tell me to pick whatever I want.”

A week later, he took me to a huge boutique in town and said, “Pick whatever you want.” I didn’t even know where to start. He would follow me, pick things he thought I’d like, and say, “How about this? Don’t you think it would look good on you?” I picked a mountain of clothes and other stuff, and he paid for everything.

I remember one day telling him about my mom: “I hate that my mom has to hawk diapers every day just to eat. It’s exhausting. I pray that someday I’ll have money and get her a decent job instead of this hawking.”

I was just sharing a wish I had for my mom’s life, but a few days later, he asked me to find out the price of a container shop. When I did, he paid for it, stocked it fully, and gave it to my mom.

What didn’t Kyei do for me? But I never forgot my place in his life. I knew he had a wife, so I’d occasionally ask about her and how things were going. “Oh, she’s there, and I’m here. She doesn’t even come around because she knows I don’t like the marriage. I don’t call her unless she calls first. This marriage won’t last, so stop worrying about her.”

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In May 2019, I realized I was pregnant. His marriage was only two months old. I thought, “No, this can’t be happening. How?” He was calm, as if we weren’t in a crisis. He said, “I’m watching you. Whatever you decide is what we’ll do.” I told him, “I don’t want to keep it.”

We were still working at the same company where everyone knew he was married—and I was going to carry his baby? No. So eventually, we terminated the pregnancy.

One day, I got a strange call. I picked up and it was his wife…

—Adadziwa

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