This guy never listened to me. I would be speaking all the sense in the world, and he would use, “I’m the man” to throw my suggestion away. After getting it wrong, he would turn to my suggestion and embrace it as though it were his. That didn’t make me stop talking because, to me, if a relationship was going to work, I had to be heard on issues, too.

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He would disregard my opinions with reckless abandon, but whenever I did the same to him, he wouldn’t talk to me for days. At one point, I wanted to leave the relationship. He ghosted me for days, and I used those days to heal. When he came back, it was difficult, but my heart wouldn’t let him go, so I warned, “This is the last time I’m going to do this. If you ghost, I will coast.”

We went to a wedding one day. He didn’t even want to go because, according to him, he didn’t know the couple. I didn’t want to go alone, so I begged and coerced him until he finally agreed to go with me.

We were at table nine—I can remember. When it came to the food, the MC announced that we should move according to table numbers since he didn’t want overcrowding at the buffet table. So he would call out the table number, and those at the table would stand up and go for their food nicely.

My boyfriend said, “Eii, by the time it gets to our turn, the food would be finished ooo.” I didn’t say anything. Minutes later, he said, “Everyone is coming with banku and tilapia. Get up and let’s go before it gets finished.”

I reminded him of what the MC said and asked him to sit down until it got to our turn. He said, “If you won’t go, sit there and play gentle. I’m going before the head of the tilapia gets finished.”

He stood up and started walking toward the table where the food was being served. All of a sudden, the MC screamed, “Gentleman, where are you going? Go and sit down and wait for your turn.”

The way he said it was so embarrassing. Everyone started laughing and looking at him as he walked back to me. The MC didn’t end there ooo. For the next several minutes, this MC used the incident to create jokes. “Some of you won’t go to a wedding with a gift, but when it’s food time, you jump the queue and make crazy requests.”

They laughed. I turned away from him before he sat down, looking stiff like a badly dressed corpse. The MC said, “Or it’s the lady who sent you?” He turned to me and asked, “Madam, are you hungry? I can let you go.”

That MC too—he’s a villager paa. By the time we were leaving the venue, I knew the relationship was over. I told him, “Sɛ w’agyi w’eni so?” He retorted, “What’s tilapia that I can’t buy?”

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He got angry and ghosted. I was happy because, to me, we were over. This time, he didn’t come back himself; he sent his friends to come and do damage control. I told them, “So he’ll use banku and tilapia as a reason to disgrace me? Never again!”

—Sandra

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