I was on my way to the beach on Christmas day when this lady stopped me to ask for directions to the same beach I was going to. She looked new, like she didn’t belong there. Her Twi was different. You could feel from the way she mentioned the words that Twi wasn’t her first language. I told her, “I’m on my way to the same place, if you don’t mind we can go together.”

When I was buying drinks on the way, I asked if she cared. When I was buying meat, I asked her to make a choice and she did. Her easygoing nature made me like her instantly so I used the next five minutes available to us to strike up a conversation. Her name was Adoma. She had come to town from Accra to celebrate Christmas. She was running from the busy life in Accra.

She lodged in a hotel because the friend she planned to visit also travelled to Accra for Xmas. At the beach, she didn’t know anyone so she stuck with me. I introduced her to my friends as a friend. We even pranked my friends. I told her to act like she couldn’t speak Twi so my friends would think she was Black American. She played along. I told her she could be an actor and she responded, “I’m a drama queen if you cared to know.

She played the role so well my friends were like, “Where did you get this one from?” When my friends said something in Twi she tapped me and asked the meaning of what they said. She laughed when it was funny. Piero asked, “It means when I insult her in Fante, she wouldn’t understand, right?” Adoma retorted in Twi, “That one I’ll understand so don’t try it at all.” We all bursted out laughing. She was such a good actor and friendly too.

When it got a little darker, I called a taxi to take her to her hotel. She took my number and I took hers.

I met her the next day. I became her tour guide. Whatever she needed, I got it for her. When she needed to visit a specific place I went with her. I was admiring her secretly and falling in love with her at every given second. The night met us at a street bar on the outskirts of town. We stayed until very late. She had a lot to drink until she couldn’t carry herself around. I got a taxi, sat in with her and took her to her hotel. I didn’t go in. I wanted to ensure she was safe.

Early Saturday morning, she called and asked me to come over. She drank so much the Friday night that she didn’t want to step out. I was with her, talking about life and the places we’ve been. I told her, playfully, “In my next life, I will get a girlfriend like you. Very playful and sociable.” She asked, “What are you doing in this life that you had to wait for the next one?”

I made a move on her and she responded. We kissed, it was going too far until she asked, “Did you come with protection?” I shook my head. “Get one,” she said.

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Minutes later, I was back. I had the best moment of my life that day. It was like a Christmas gift I didn’t see coming. It felt like a dream; you know, that kind of dream you never had but happened anyway because everyone deserves to have a dream come true. Yeah, that was how it felt. After everything, I asked who we were. She answered, “You haven’t proposed, have you?” I told her I liked her. I even asked if I should kneel and propose. She laughed at me. Her teeth sparkled and her eyes brightened up. “Is that a yes?” I asked. “Give me time to think about it,” she answered.

The next day, she was gone. I knew she was gone when I got to the hotel and they told me she had checked out. I thought they were making a mistake. “I was on the phone with her when I was coming. She told me she was in bed.” The receptionist looked at my desperate face and showed me the keys to her room. “This is her key. She checked out three hours ago. I’m sorry.”

I called her number and it was off. I tried again the next hour and it was still off. I texted her on WhatsApp. It ticked only once. I was scared, not for me but for her. “Something bad happened to her? What could be the rush about that she didn’t say goodbye to me?” When I didn’t get answers, I started getting scared, this time for me. I didn’t even know her full name. I tried sending MoMo to her number so I’ll know her full name. I got her full name and started looking for her on Facebook.

I ran her name through the search and got tens of profiles. I went through them one after the other, and just when I was about to give up the search, her face appeared. I quickly sent her a message; “It’s been days and I haven’t heard from you. I hope everything is fine with you?”

I waited all day for her response. In the evening when I went to check, I’d been blocked. It then dawned on me that her phone wasn’t off but I’d been blocked. I called with a different line and she picked up, when she heard my voice, she cut the line. I texted, “Is there something you’re not telling me? What did I do wrong? Did you find something out about me that you didn’t like?”

I got no answers.

In January, I found myself in Accra. I used my friend’s Facebook account to search for her. I went through her profile and got the name of her workplace. When I completed my mission in Accra, I decided to pay her a visit. I wasn’t hunting her down. I needed to talk to her and get her reasons. Above all, I was eager to know if she was indeed a human being. Her appearance in my life, the days we spent together and her disappearance thereafter made me feel weird. I needed to see her again to know she was real.

At her office when I mentioned her name, they told me to wait in a glass room where everyone passing by could see me. I felt she would see me first and ask the security to sack me so I didn’t stay in that room. I went out, where I could see people walking around that space. When I saw her coming, the first thing I noticed was her rings. Two of them, beaming confidently on her finger. I shook my head and decided not to see her again. I knew the reason and didn’t want to complicate things. I walked away peacefully with a little bit of hurt in my heart.

“She’s married. Wow.”

When I got home, I used a new number to send her a long message; “I chased until I found you. You’re married. That explains everything. I was the guy who came to look for you this afternoon. Good to see you again.”

It took hours before the response came. She answered, “Thank you for understanding.”

I quickly texted back, “Is that all you could say?”

Unfortunately, my message couldn’t go through her blocked walls. It stood behind the blocks lonely with only one pale tick. I nodded; “She knows what she’s doing. I’ll leave her but the truth will catch up with her one day.”

When God Throws A Wife On Your Table

Don’t get me wrong. It’s not solely her fault that we happened. I played a huge part in everything that happened. I liked her, truly. Maybe I should have taken my time to know her and I didn’t, but she’s the married one. She had to say something but didn’t say it. Maybe, that’s what she does. Maybe not. Whatever her reason was, I don’t know and don’t want to know. It’s between her and her karma.

—Oduro

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