We went for lunch together and we both bought waakye. She bought an egg, but just in the middle of eating, she picked the egg from her food and tossed it into my plate. She didn’t ask if I wanted it or not. She just put it on my food. I asked why and she said, “I forgot I ate eggs this morning. They say too much egg isn’t good.”

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I ate the egg, and that same evening I had a miscarriage.

I was about two months along. Apart from my husband and my family, nobody at work knew about my pregnancy except her. She had been my friend since we started working together at this place eight years ago. We were employed on the same day, so we found friendship in our newness.

Five years ago, she got married. I was part of her bridal train. A year ago when I was getting married, I asked her to be my maid of honor and she declined. She said she was too old for that. I asked her to choose any role she would like to play, and she said she would think about it.

She didn’t play any role and attended my wedding the way strangers do. She didn’t even come to the reception. Right after the church service, she disappeared. She sent a message to tell me she had a stomach upset and had to leave.

When I resumed work, something about her attitude towards me was off. She didn’t want to get close to me. I had to force my way back into her life. I saw all those signs, but you know, people are people. Sometimes they are not in the mood they used to be in. Sometimes they want to be left alone. You can’t blame them. We are all fighting silent battles.

Because she was my friend, I knew about her silent battle. She spoke to me about it, and I had to encourage her. The fact that she had been married for years and didn’t have a child gnawed at her emotions. She was trying, but nothing was working. I kept telling her to forget about pregnancy and live her life. “It comes when you least expect,” I told her. “Just live your life and it will come.”

Three years later, she still didn’t have a child. And then I got married. Less than a year later, I was pregnant. Maybe I should have kept the news to myself. Maybe I should have read the room and known that she wasn’t the right person to give the news of my pregnancy to. But you see, pregnancy is not something you can hide forever, especially from someone you call a friend, so I told her.

We were at the canteen when I whispered it to her. She said, “You don’t mean it. Just yesterday that you got married? Have you been doing it every night?”

We both laughed about it and moved on with our lives until she started giving me space days later. She was that girl who would come to my office to greet me when she came to work in the morning, but she stopped coming. I had to go to her.

When it was time for lunch, she told me she was busy and had to meet certain nonexistent deadlines. She tried so hard to avoid me it became very obvious, but I didn’t give up. I thought it was in my head. I thought I was creating scenarios in my head just to blame her or paint her as jealous of my pregnancy. So even when she told me she was too busy to go to lunch with me, I waited for her. I sat on a chair in front of her and said, “I will wait until you’re done. I’m not that hungry anyway.”

So we went to lunch that day, and she tossed an egg into my plate, and I ate it. Later in the evening, while playing with my husband, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen and suddenly started feeling dizzy. I sat quietly in the chair and buried my face in my palms, hoping it was just a passing feeling. I felt the drip in my panties and later rushed to the hospital, only to be told I’d miscarried.

When I didn’t go to work for days, she didn’t call to ask why. I was in bed thinking about the kind of friend she had become when everything started coming back to me. Her behavior during my wedding. Her distance after I returned to work after my honeymoon. The egg. And then the miscarriage. I started piecing the sequence together, and the plot became very clear. I started crying. I cried out very loudly like a child who had been beaten.

I narrated the whole story to my husband and said, “She gave me the egg to kill what’s in me. She’s a witch.” He responded, “Why did it take you so long to notice? Is she Jesus that you have to be friends with by all means? You have to leave that place. Start looking for a new job.”

She didn’t call or text to ask why I wasn’t coming to work. The day I went back to work, she was the first person I saw. Immediately she saw my face, she looked away. I smiled, greeted her, and went straight to my office. We didn’t talk all day. She came to meet me at the canteen, but she sat away from me. I was so angry with myself for allowing her to destroy me. I said to myself, “This is what it should have been, but I was too dumb to know.”

Currently, we don’t talk to each other unless it’s about work and we ought to talk by all means. Our colleagues don’t understand what’s going on. They ask why. They wonder what kind of lightning fell between us and split us apart. When they ask her, she tells them, “I don’t know what happened. Maybe you should ask her.”

So one day, a colleague told me she said he should come and ask what happened from me because I’m the best person to know and not her. I told my colleague, “Go and ask her to explain the egg. Yes, I’m the best person, but I’ve decided to leave everything to God.”

My colleague delivered the message to her. I was expecting her to come to me and ask for an explanation, but she never came. Do I need any more evidence of her witchcraft?

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But I’m not scared of her. I would have been scared if I didn’t know what she was capable of. I know she’s made of envy and diabolical jealousy. Such people never get what they want because their lives are too full of dark thoughts, so good things can’t have a place in their lives. If she could kill in me what she had always been praying for, do you think God will ever answer her prayers?

—Belinda

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