I started dating George in 2017. He was the man I had set my heart on marrying. Throughout our relationship, he kept telling me, “Babe, pray for me. I need a miracle so that my life can change for the better.” I believed in him. He didn’t have much but he had great potential. I wanted him to do well. So every time I went on my knees, I mentioned his name in prayer.

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For years, I prayed for him. I wanted him to be the man I would be proud of. It was supposed to be us against the world, but in 2022, it was no longer just about us. George started entertaining other women. We fought about it a lot of times. Regardless, I kept holding on to him. I had hope that he would change.

He didn’t. Things got worse when he started dating Nayaa, a woman older than him. Nayaa had things I didn’t have. She drove her own car and lived in a two-bedroom apartment. With her, I knew I couldn’t compete. In fact, I felt I had lost him. When I tried to talk to him, he seized the moment to dump me. I thought he was joking. I held on to him. I tried to fight for our love. But he was done.

Our breakup was messy and painful. I even wanted to end myself. I didn’t enjoy my birthday that May. I was in a lot of pain. It even intensified when I found out that he travelled out of the country. It only meant I had truly lost him for good. I cried every day and kept asking God, “Why did you let him into my life if you knew he wouldn’t stay? Did all my prayers for him and about him mean nothing?” 

Then one day, out of sheer frustration and loneliness, I decided to accept the many friend requests I had ignored over the years. That’s how I ended up accepting a request from Kwadwo.

In the first week of August 2022, he sent me a “Hi.” I responded reluctantly. He introduced himself, told me what he did for work, and asked me to tell him about myself. I also shared my name with him, as well as my job. Soon enough, the conversation got interesting.

His next question to me was, “Where do you come from?”

“It has a funny name so don’t laugh if I tell you,” I warned him. “Oh come on,” he urged me, “a little laughter never hurt anyone.”

Truly, it was when I finally told him the name of my hometown that I laughed for the first time since George left me. He also sent laughing emojis and jokingly asked if my hometown was really in Ghana. I told him it was in the western part of the country, in Nzema land.

After that we exchanged contacts. Then the long phone calls began. Somehow, this stranger brought light back into my life. He made me laugh. He made me feel seen.

I thought I wouldn’t love again after George, but slowly, I started loving myself again. I could also feel myself falling, cautiously though, but genuinely in love with him.

On August 29, 2022, I mustered the courage to tell Kwadwo how I felt. I didn’t know how he would take it but I was ready for anything. “If he rejects me, I’ll handle it like a big girl,” I was sure of it.

To my surprise, what I feared didn’t happen. Instead, he held my hand and said, “I love you too. I have been meaning to ask you to be my girlfriend for a while now.”

I let him know I would like to be his but I was scared of getting hurt again.

“I am not sure I am fully healed from my past.”

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With a calm and gentle voice, he assured me, “Don’t worry, we will walk through this together.”

It’s been three beautiful years since then. Kwadwo has made love feel so easy. As I type this now, in my father’s house, we are preparing to get married. And guess what? I’ve just received the opportunity to travel abroad for work.

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Three years ago, I could never have imagined this. Now, I understand the saying: “Sometimes, bad things have to happen for the good things to reach you.”

I can’t wait to celebrate anniversaries with him as my husband. As the man who was patient with me, who loved me through my healing, and who showed me what real love looks like.

—Afriko

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