We met here in the comment section in May this year. He said he was in Canada. I said I was in Ghana. He said, “Oh really? My own countrywoman? I thought you were Kenyan because of your name.”

A few hours later, friendship blossomed between us. We left the comment section for Messenger, and a few hours later, we were on WhatsApp. It wasn’t love at hello for me, but he said the way I engaged him made him feel the connection.

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As the days went by and we talked, I realized one thing about him: He doesn’t play with church and God. He would call me on video going to church, even though the weather didn’t support the idea. His love for God rubbed off on me positively, so I started developing feelings for him.

I’ve had a boyfriend abroad before. You wouldn’t talk to him for a few minutes until he would say, “Can I see it? Just snap and send.” I never did that for him, so he left me over that and moved on. This one wasn’t like that. He’d rather talk about God than ask me to snap and send.

I fell in love totally with him before he even proposed to me one dawn while on a video call. He called me beautiful and asked if I could be his. I asked, “Is it because I’m beautiful in your eyes?” He answered, “Not only that. I’ve prayed about you often, and the aura, the fragrance that follows your name is so good it tells me you’re the one.”

I said yes to him, and from July, the only thing left between us was love and affection. We talked often. We loved every day and promised each other sweet nothings.

In November, he said he was coming to Ghana in December. The joy I felt was unimaginable. I couldn’t hold myself together. I asked God, “Who am I that you favor me this way?”

He asked what my parents would like as a gift. I told him anything his parents would love, mine would also love. He told me he would like to introduce himself to my parents and make it official before he goes back abroad.

He arrived in Ghana on the 18th of December. I was at the airport to meet him. The hug was long. We walked away with his hand around my waist. In the Uber going to his hotel, his hand rested around my neck. He said he wouldn’t let me go. We spent three days together in the hotel, and you can imagine the sparks that flew. Everything lovers would do happened. Everything.

After the three days, we went to see my parents in Danfa. Before going to meet my parents, he told me he didn’t have Cedis. He had a few things to give to my parents, but he wanted to add money to it, so I should give him GHC5,000. I withdrew the money from the ATM the day we set off. We went to Danfa to meet my mom and dad. They were overly excited to meet us. After a few hours, he gave them the gift and added the money.

We came back to the hotel, spent the night, before he left for Nsuta in the Ashanti Region to be with his people. He left on the 21st and said he would return on the 31st to stay in Accra until he finally leaves.

Since I saw him off that day, I haven’t heard from him again. His number is off. I thought maybe he got a local number and would call later, but every day passes by quietly without a beep from him. Now I’m beginning to get worried. I don’t know who to call or who to go and see. I’ve sent him messages everywhere possible and received no answer.

Did something happen to him on his way to Nsuta? Was he kidnapped? Did the car get into an accident? Did he lose his way home? What could have happened to my boyfriend? I’ve been restless since the day he left. My heart feels heavy, as if something has been taken away from me.


So this story is one more desperate attempt to reach out to my boyfriend. This is where we met and bonded over the stories we read here. Kumi, if you’re reading this, please contact me. It’s like my head is under water now and I can’t breathe properly. Please, let’s talk.

—Fredda

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