He asked me a simple question and my whole body went spiral-minded. I don’t know if it was to test my capacity as a woman or what. But that question really made me question myself and even the friends in my circle. We had known each other for a long time, but suddenly I found myself wondering if I could actually trust them with my boyfriend. Just like that, I started suspecting all of them.

At first it didn’t even make sense. I was on my own one day when my boyfriend, Peter, called me. He said he wanted to ask me a hypothetical question.

“Hypothetical? Okay, shoot,” I said.

But he didn’t shoot.

He took almost thirty minutes before replying again, and by then my mind had already started running. I know how those “hypothetical” questions can be. Sometimes they are things someone has already done. Sometimes they are things they are thinking of doing. Sometimes they just want to judge your reaction before they confess anything.

Either way, I was ready.

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When he finally came back, he made me promise not to take the question out of proportion or say the wrong things.

I replied, “Hmm, okay. Ask.”

He was still hesitant. I refused to push him because I knew urging him would only make him hold back even more. So I waited.

When he finally gathered himself, he asked the question.

“What if you found out that I had dated and had sex with one of your friends?”

Just like that.

I asked him who asks that kind of hypothetical question.

He said, “I do. Just answer so I know where you stand.”

For a few seconds I didn’t reply. My mind went completely wild. I picked up a book and started writing down the names of my friends.

Jessica. Barbara. Monica. Dinas.

I had introduced him to all of them at one point or another. So it wasn’t impossible that something could have happened. Maybe he flew down to Ghana and met them somewhere in town. Maybe one thing led to another.

I mean, he is a man. Anything was possible.

And it wasn’t that I didn’t trust my friends. But that question planted something ugly in my mind.

Dinas is married. She has a happy home. A lovely husband who loves her to the sun and back. I quickly ruled her out.

Jessica, on the other hand, is way older than both of us. I even tried to stretch my imagination for a moment, wondering if maybe she had suddenly become a cougar. But no. Jessica has lived enough life to know better.

Barbara is a Muslim. Deeply devoted to her faith and her values. I could not imagine her betraying me like that, or even entertaining something like that with someone’s boyfriend. So I ruled her out too.

That left Monica.

But Monica was honestly above his league. I know it sounds funny to say that, but it is the truth. Monica would not even look twice at someone like him. So I ruled her out as well.

Yet that night I did not sleep.

I stayed awake staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out which of my best friends had slept with my boyfriend. The question kept replaying in my head over and over again. Every memory I had with them suddenly looked suspicious.

The next day I finally replied to his message.

I told him clearly, “I can forgive you. But I will never trust you again. And if it turns out to be my best friend, then that friendship is finished.”

He responded by saying something that made my stomach drop.

He said he had already slept with one of my best friends, and that I should investigate properly and find out which one.

For days and nights I lost sleep. I kept going through conversations, pictures, memories, every small detail. I lost my sanity trying to figure out who it could be.

And honestly, that part makes me even angrier now. Because while I was busy losing my mind, this same Peter was still dating me.

Peter was still calling me, still telling me he loved me.

Meanwhile he had flown back to Ghana to get married to his beloved.

When I found out, he told me something about how he “owed it as a duty to her and the family.”

I asked him why.

He started stammering. No proper answer. Just broken words and silence.

I have left him to God now. I have left him to karma too. Maybe God will deal with him, maybe He won’t.

Either way, I know one thing. Men are not good people.

 

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