For the past month, every Friday night, my mom has been coming to my place and taking me to church. The last time she came and I wasn’t ready, she literally dragged me to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and shouted, “Bathe! You think I’ll allow the devil to win this fight over you? Even if you’re dying, we’ll go to church.”

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It wasn’t like this months ago. I didn’t hear from my mom often, but we were okay. Once in a while, I would saunter into their place after work, say hi, find something to eat, and leave later in the evening. Everything was fine until I made one single mistake.

I was helping a friend who wanted to buy a seks toy. She told me about it and how she was too shy to purchase it herself. I told her, “Oh, I know a lady who sells some. She can even deliver them to you.”

That lady who sells them is actually a colleague at work, so when I went to work, I told her about it. She asked what my friend wanted and later sent me photos to forward to my friend. However, I forgot to send them. Later that night, my colleague called to ask if my friend had made a choice. I quickly selected the photos and forwarded them to my friend before going to sleep.

I woke up in the morning to see fifteen missed calls from my mom. My dad had called three times, and my elder brother had also called. “Who’s dead?” I asked myself. When I called my mom, I repeated the same question: “Who is dead?” She screamed, “It’s your destiny that’s dead! It’s your *tiriso* that’s dead. What were those photos for?”

Unknowingly, I had sent the photos to our family WhatsApp group. It had caused a huge stir while I was sleeping. My elder brother was busy explaining to my parents the purpose of the items in the photos and how they had become common among young people. My mom was shouting, “In the name of Jesus!” while my dad added backing vocals, “No wonder she’s not thinking about marriage. She already has what she needs.”

I was so embarrassed I wanted to disappear. I’m on good terms with my dad, so when I explained the situation to him, he understood. His only advice was that I shouldn’t help friends do things that are considered wrong, especially knowing the kind of home I was raised in. I accepted his concern and promised it wouldn’t happen again.

But my mom wouldn’t accept any explanation. She even accused my dad of being too soft on me and believing my lies. She came to my home to search my bag and wardrobe. When she didn’t find anything, she went to the bathroom to check. She said, “Confess! Where did you hide them?”

I was laughing the whole time while she was seeing the devil in my eyes. Before she left, she declared, “Every Friday night, we are going to the all-night service. You don’t have a say in this.”

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My friend, who wanted the sticks, got them, and she enjoys them whenever she wants. Meanwhile, I’m the one attending all-night services for her sins. While I doze off at church, I can imagine her moaning and giggling at her new lover’s touch. Such is life.

—Asantewaa 

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