I went to spend a night with my girlfriend, and deep in the night she told me her father’s elder brother, the one who took care of her, was coming around, so I should find a place and go. Around 11 p.m. I had travelled from Accra to Ada just to see her. I didn’t know anywhere, but this girl pushed me out of the room and asked me to get a hotel and come the next morning when her uncle was gone.

Something didn’t feel right. How suddenly it happened and how forceful she was about it felt suspicious. So I hung around until I saw the car coming. The man went inside and stayed for a little while, and then I saw both of them stepping out. The proximity didn’t look like the man was family.

I quickly ran to the car before it could move and asked her to give me the room key. The man asked, “Who is this?” She answered, “That’s my elder brother I was talking about.” The man smiled and asked, “How are you?” I asked him, “Do you know me?” He shook his head. I said, “You’re an uncle to my sister, but you don’t know me?”

He looked confused while my girl was trying to cut me off from talking, but I wasn’t going to be quiet. I said, “She told me you’re her uncle, and now she’s telling you I’m her brother. It’s a big family reunion, I guess.” By this time, she was screaming at the top of her voice, asking me what nonsense I was on about. She said, “Leave him, let’s go. He doesn’t know what he’s saying.”

The man had caught on to what I was saying and didn’t know whether to go or stay. I took the keys and walked to the room. A few minutes later, she was back, looking disappointed and angry. I didn’t say a word. I slept while she sat on the sofa thinking.

I Left Him Because He Didn’t Help In The Kitchen

The next morning, when I told her I was leaving, she couldn’t even look me in the face. I stepped out and later went in to collect the phone she was using. I bought it with my own money. I said, “Our uncle has a big car and money. Let him buy you one.”

I haven’t seen her again since that day. Till date, anytime I hear of Ada, my heart skips a beat. I acted cool as if it didn’t hurt, but as I write this, I’m still hurting. Only God knows how I was able to get home without crying in the car.

—Enoch

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