I’m the eldest of my father’s children. All my siblings are doing better in life than I am, but I also try my best. I take risks. I put food on my table. Sometimes, when it gets hard, my boyfriend also comes to my aid.

When my father died, all my siblings met, and they split the cost of the casket among us and tasked me to collect the money. I told them I couldn’t collect the money. I knew what I was talking about, but they insisted I’m the eldest and also a woman, so I should collect the money.

I have problems with money, especially money that is not mine. So I decided that when the money came, I would send it to my boyfriend to keep for me. He also told me he couldn’t keep such an amount, knowing very well what it was going to be used for.

Gradually, the money started trickling in. They sent it through MoMo and would call to tell me they had sent the money. It was getting hard for me to raise my part of the money, and the time was also getting close. We had to buy the casket and present it to the family for them to accept before the funeral was due.

I decided to invest the money they sent to me. It was supposed to be a quick investment where the interest would grow quickly.

Aviator came to mind, and I quickly started playing deep into the night. I won some and lost some, but I didn’t give up. Every round looked promising until I dozed off and lost everything.

Out of desperation, I called my boyfriend and confessed to him. Of course, he was mad. I begged him to give me a loan, and he said, “If I had that amount, do you think I would be living in this country and dating a woman who plays Aviator?”

I was hurt, but the fault was mine, so I kept quiet.

Just a day later, everyone in my family started calling me, including my siblings. They had heard that I’d used the money to play Aviator. My boyfriend told a family member who knows members of my family, and gradually, it circulated.

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He can’t help me, but he took my secret out there, and now everyone is looking for me. The funeral is only a week away, but what I will eat is even difficult to find, let alone raise money for the coffin. My uncle, who is also the Abusuapanyin, came to knock on my door at dawn, but once I heard his voice, I didn’t open the door.

I’m using this medium to tell my siblings and family that I’m sorry, but they have to raise new funds for the coffin if they really want to bury my dad. I promise I will work hard and refund the money someday.

I’ve tried my best to even raise half of the money, but me tare a, na awae. Every time I try to put things together, they fall apart.

We’ll meet at the funeral in a week.

—Serwaa

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