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My husband returned from his travel one night to meet me and a neighbor in our hall. Actually, the neighbor was already on his way out when my husband walked in. He greeted my husband and he responded. He helped to pack the things from my husband’s car to the room before he finally left.
Immediately the neighbor left, my husband’s demeanor changed drastically but I didn’t say anything. When he finally settled, he asked me, “What was Elvis doing here at this time of the evening. I told him, “Our light had been off since morning but all other neighbors had light. I reported to him and he said he could help so he came around to fix it. He’s the reason we have light now.”
He asked, “But that guy isn’t an electrician?” I said, “Yeah he’s not but he told me he could help so I allowed him.” He was quiet for a while. I asked, “Is everything alright?” He said, “Yeah…” The ‘yeah’ wasn’t the kind of yeah you get when everything was alright. He was quiet throughout the night. Usually, when he returns from his travels he would be very happy to see me. He would be touchy and act like he’d missed me for a very long time. This time around, he was all quiet and reflective.
Before we went to sleep, I asked again if everything was alright. He said, “Yeah, I’m only tired.” He slept throughout the night without touching me. I thought that was strange but he said he was good so I let him be.
We had been married for two years. Our marriage hadn’t been how I perceived marriage to be but I couldn’t blame him. I wanted my husband to be around me all the time but the kind of job he is doing doesn’t support the idea of him being with me all the time. He was almost always on the road, traveling from one location to another. Sometimes he would be gone for a month or two, come back for a week or two, and go back again. I remember telling him how unhappy I am about his incessant travels. He asked me, “Would you rather I stayed home so we starve?”
After that Elvis incident, his attitude towards me changed drastically. He was moody oftentimes. He got infuriated easily over little things and he hardly ate from home. I kept asking, “Dear, are you alright?” He kept telling me he was good but I knew deep down he wasn’t. One evening, he came home with a radio set that also served as an alarm clock. He placed one in the hall, right in front of the Tv, and placed one beside our bed.
The one at the hall didn’t make sense. We already have a big piece of clock hanging on the wall. We don’t sleep in the hall so we wouldn’t need the alarm. We have a sound system that comes with a radio. From all indications, we didn’t need that at all. I brought his attention to it and he said, “It was cheaper buying a pair than to just buy one, that’s why I bought the two.” He asked me, “So where do you suggest we put it?” I said, “It’s ok, let’s leave it here for decorative purposes.”
He would travel, come back and fidget with the location of these two radio sets. I didn’t understand his obsession with these two sets but I let it slide. One day, I was in bed looking around and thinking about nothing when that radio set came into focus. I looked at it absent-mindedly. There are five dots on the right side of it. All the dots were dimed except the one at the top of it. I looked at it very well and something in me felt it was a camera. It looks very small but when you look at it very well, it looks exactly like the front-facing camera dot on phones.
I went on Jumia and typed, “Secret cameras” and a lot of them loaded. I went through the images one after the other until I saw an image that looked exactly like the one in our bedroom. I clicked on it and read the details. I said to myself, “So this man is spying on me.” At first, I was sad—heartbroken actually. “All because he came to see Elvis at the hall? Why didn’t he talk to me about it? So, he thinks I’m cheating on him? He doesn’t trust me that much?” A lot of questions came to mind. I concluded, “I will confront this guy when he calls in the evening.”
Your husband telling you he doesn’t trust you feels bad but to have him set a camera on you because he doesn’t trust you is the worst kind of feeling any woman can go through. I thought about it all day and the more I thought about it the angrier I became. Later I said to myself, “He doesn’t trust me? Let’s see about that.”
I never asked him about it as planned. I pretended I didn’t know and went about my life normally. In the night when I’m about to sleep, “I will kneel and face that camera and pray. I was loud about it. I will mention his name several times in the prayer so he’ll know I pray for him though he doesn’t trust me. On the days when I want to be mischievous, I would walk out of the bath naked and stand in front of that thing and dress up.
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Recently, the one at the hall has become my twerking camera. I’ll put loud music on and do nothing but twerk. It pains me a lot that I don’t have huge bums, like he’ll see. He wants to know what goes on in the house so I’m giving him a good show so he wouldn’t be bored watching me.
We dated for six good years at a time when he didn’t have a job or had the means to turn my life around. All he had were promises and I believed in his promises to the extent that I didn’t see the need to cheat. Rich guys came around with huge cars but I wasn’t tempted. So why would I be cheating now that we are married and living a comfortable life? That Elvis guy is not someone I even talk to often. He came to help and I was thankful for that. How could he all of a sudden become the guy I cheat with?
I wish he had the gut to talk to me about it instead of planting cameras on me. It’s disrespectful to me and to the marriage we both hold dear. Currently, I’m not mad about it. If anything, I’m happy that he gets to check on me often in a day to see what I’m doing. I don’t know how long he’s going to keep these things here to monitor me but I promise, as long as these things remain here, I will always give him a good show. Maybe he doesn’t know the kind of woman he got married to. This is the time for him to know and trust me totally.
–Asantewa
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