This relationship is only five months old, but I’ve been tested three times to see if my love for her is real. Maybe it’s her age, because I don’t know why anyone would go to such lengths to test a man’s love.

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The first test came one late night around 12 a.m. She called me, her voice very feeble, like she was in pain. She said, “I’m suffering. The pain is too much. Can you…” and the phone went dead. I called her several times, but there was no response. I dressed up, jumped into a taxi, and rushed to her place, fearing something was happening to her. When I got there, she was sleeping peacefully. She said, “I thought you wouldn’t come. You passed.”

I got angry. I warned her to play with everything but not matters of health and death. She said, “You can continue standing there angry or join me in bed. Your choice.” The fun we had was worth the hustle, so I let it go.

The second test came from a lady I met at the mall while waiting for my girlfriend. The lady asked me to help with her load, and I did. A beautiful lady by all standards. We got to her car, and she thanked me profusely and asked us to exchange numbers. She said she wanted to meet me again and pay for my kindness.

She called that day, and we talked, and that was all. I didn’t call her back because, to be honest, I don’t have the energy for chit-chat that goes nowhere. Her last message to me was, “How have you been? Long time.”

I didn’t respond.

Later, my girlfriend confessed that she sent her to test me, and I passed.

In the third test, she asked for money I didn’t have to do something she wouldn’t explain. “I will tell you what I’m using it for later. Just get me the money. I’ll pay at the end of the month.”

I asked friends for a soft loan, and they came through for me. I gave her the money, and two weeks later she returned the same amount, arranged exactly the way I had handed it over to her. She said, “I didn’t need it, but thanks so much for coming through.” I asked, “Is that one of your crazy tests?” She answered, “I didn’t say that, but you can think it the way you want.”

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She’s twenty-four. I’m thirty-one. Look at the age gap, but she’s the one testing me. She had better be a billionaire’s daughter in disguise who’s looking for a faithful man to marry, because when these series of tests are over and she doesn’t take me to a mansion in front of her dad and say, “I was testing to see if you can love me for who I am,” I will be very disappointed.

—Osei

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