After my national service, I stayed home for three years without a job. It was the most difficult moment in my life, waking up each morning and seeing the disappointed faces of my parents. They wished good for me but life had its own plans. They wished I was working but work was hard to come by. I was dating Eric. He was very kind to me. He gave me when I needed something. He tried his best to look for a job for me but things didn’t work out the way he wanted.

In 2014, my aunt in Accra called me. She said, “My office is doing new recruitment. Send me your CV so I work things out for you.” I did and a couple of months later, I was called with a job offer.

The happiest day of my life was that day. I hurriedly picked up my phone and called Eric. I was screaming on the phone, “Eric, I have a Job. At long last I’m going to have a job.”

I thought he would be happy for me but he wasn’t. The fact that I was leaving for Accra didn’t sit well with him. He told me, “Don’t take the offer. I’m working on something for you. It will bear fruit very soon. Accra is not a place for people like you. You’ll suffer.”

Of course, I didn’t listen to him.

One day I picked up my bag and said goodbye to the town I’ve lived in all my life. I called to say goodbye to him but he was angry. He didn’t give me any positive response. Before my bus reached Accra, Eric had sent me a message telling me it was over because I didn’t respect his views. “You’re like that. You never listened to me.”

I said in my head, “Boys will always leave you but my career is mine forever.” I didn’t fight him. I respected his opinion and moved on with my life.

I got to Accra and my aunt gave me a place to stay. It was a small room. I had to share the room with her lastborn. I knew it wasn’t going to be permanent so I accepted it like that.

On my first day at work, I got missing. I was standing right in front of the office building but I didn’t know so I asked a guy who looked like he worked around. He smiled. He asked me, “Are you new around here?” I responded, “This is my first time here actually.” He told me, “You’re standing right in front of what you’re looking for. This is the access.” He pointed it to me and walked away.

When I met him again at the premises, he asked if I was having a good time around. I stopped and talked to him for a while. His name is Isaac. He took my number and we started a friendship from there. His office wasn’t far from mine. Where he sat in his office, he saw everyone who walked down the street.

One day I was walking with a guy in my office when he called me on the phone. He said, “Don’t listen to that guy. Whatever he tells you tell him you already have a boyfriend. When he asks you his name, just mention my name.”

The guy was just a colleague. I looked up the storey building and he waved at us. He screamed, “Don’t take her from me, I beg you.” We both laughed and waved at him.

It turned out that was his proposal. The only thing he had to say to make me his girlfriend. When we met again, he said he was serious about what he said. I liked him so I agreed to date him.

We dated for over one month without knowing where each of us lived. I was living with my aunt and sharing a room with my cousin. He was living with his parents and sharing a room with his junior brother. He couldn’t take me home and I couldn’t take him home too. On some weekends we met in town on a date and had fun and went our separate ways.

One day after work, he walked me to an old Opel saloon car and opened the door for me. I was like, “You bought a car?” He smiled and said, “Bought this old car? Don’t I have things to do with my money? It’s for my dad. I use it every once in a while when I get money to buy fuel.”

We sat in the car and he rolled the glass up. We stayed on the premises until late evening when he planted a kiss on my cheeks. I grabbed him and the kiss continued for as long as we could hold our breath. He looked at me and I looked back at him. We didn’t have to say what was on our minds. We knew what both of us were thinking so he started driving around, looking for a quiet dark place. It was around 9pm and you know Accra never sleeps so it was hard getting a quiet place.

After several minutes, we parked behind a house without a street light. We stood there for about five minutes and not a single human being came to pass. He started loosening his belt and I started positioning myself for shuperu. We were in the car doing our thing when we saw a man coming. We lay low and quiet, not even shaking ourselves. The man came to our car and looked inside and found us.

He said, “Guys, why are you doing this in public? Don’t you have a room?” He looked like someone who wouldn’t hurt us. He was only advising us. Ike pulled away from me and started dressing up. I was wearing a straight dress so I didn’t have to do much. The guy was there watching and asking us to move away before he causes a scene.

We embarrassingly drove away while laughing at ourselves. Ike said, “This guy paaa, why didn’t he wait until I cum first.” I slapped his thighs, “Don’t be silly. We are in trouble and all you could think about is your orgasm?”

Our night was messed up but we lived to fight another day.

We learned our lesson. While doing the do, we were rocking the car, that’s how come he got to know we were inside. The next time was at the beach. It was a Monday night so you wouldn’t expect a lot of people at the beach. We parked somewhere safe and dark. This time we were careful. We were not rocking the car but the fear was there.

Midway, we saw a guy approaching our car. We got frozen. Ike whispered, “Oh not again.” I was shivering. This guy didn’t look like a gentleman. He might cause a scene. My heart started racing as he walked slowly to our car, stood behind it, opened his zip and started urinating on the tyre. I wanted to laugh but I dared not. I trapped the laughter inside of my mouth until he finished and left us in peace. Ike got his orgasm. I was too scared to allow myself to enjoy the thing so I had nothing.

Weeks later, He came to the office with the old Opel. He had tinted the glass. I saw it and burst out laughing. “Eiii bra sinner, you will do everything to cover up your sins.” He laughed and said, “Now, we know how to do it without rocking the car. What’s left is what I’ve done. We are safe.”

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You’re never safe when doing it in a car. Especially when you’ve been caught before. It’s uncomfortable. You do it with your eyes and mind out of the car, watching to see if someone is coming. Our windows were tinted but each time we saw someone coming, we froze. We lay still until the person walked away. It was tiring.

One day he asked me, “Why are we doing this to ourselves? Are we kids that we have to run from our parents and do this? Let’s go home.”

He took my hand and led me to his house. His parents were a lovely pair. They smiled a lot and made it conducive for me to thrive. I was shy and they saw it. Ike told them I was his girlfriend and I slapped his thighs, “He’s lying. We are just friends.” His parents laughed. His mom said, “We know. You’re good friends and it’s obvious.”

I took him home to meet my aunt too. She asked if my parents were aware. I went to see Ike off and came back to see my mom calling. She said “I heard you’re getting married. You brought your husband home.” My aunt and konkonsa.

Once our parents were aware of us, it became easy for us to visit each other. When I was inside with him, my cousin stayed away. The first time we did it in a room, it felt different. Our hearts were free like a bird in flight. We expressed ourselves in every position possible. It was awesome, like our souls were intertwined.

We dated for only seven months and got married.

We had nothing but we were not scared to begin with empty hands. We rented a room and couldn’t even furnish it because we both had nothing of our own. The first thing we bought was a mattress—a mattress we put on the floor. We had a car too. He brought the old Opel with him to the marriage.

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One day, after three years of marriage, we were driving in one of the areas we once stood and did it in the car. He asked me, “Do you still remember how to do it in a car?” I retorted, “Don’t be silly. I’m a mother now. I have sense.” He screamed, “Apuuu! What sense!

He was right. I don’t have sense. Not long ago, we did it again. Not in the old Opel but in this new car he has. I have two kids. Who sense helps?

—Babs 

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