The only time we talked about marriage was the day she accepted my proposal. She asked about my intention on marriage and I told her I would marry her if she turned out to be the one my heart was waiting for. She said yes and told me she would be the one. It wasn’t a bet. To me, it was a matter only time could settle.

She came home to cook for me the next day. A week later, she started spending her weekends at my place. She would want us to stay indoors and talk all day. She would want me in the kitchen when she was there. She would talk about the future as if it was just a stone throw away from us. Things were moving faster than I thought.

I’m an Ewe. She’s an Ashante. Whatever I say, she asks me to say it in Ewe. She would ask me to say it slowly. She would slowly say it after me like a child tracing a drawing. She said, “I want to speak Ewe the day I meet your parents.” I responded, “You don’t need to do that. They don’t have any problems with your language.”

She still wants to learn. She would send me a voice note of a phrase and ask me to send a voice note saying what she sent to me in Ewe. Our chat history is an online Ewe class. It gets tiring. She learns, she speaks it, she forgets and comes back to learn again.

“Give up, sweetheart”

“I won’t give up. Rome was not built in a day.”

Just Yesterday, I received a relationship request on Facebook. She has requested to be married to me. That wasn’t the only thing. She has also removed her surname and replaced it with my surname. The relationship is only three months old.

“Efia, when did we become a married couple that you want the whole world to know?”

“Just accept the request. We have to manifest our intentions.”

I asked her to take my name out of her name. She asked me to accept the relationship request instead.

The way she’s running with the relationship is making me feel dizzy. I’m used to taking it a step at a time but she wants to grab our now and our future together in her hand and walk around with it. I think it’s not normal. It’s making me think twice about her, about us and where we are now. What makes a woman do what she’s doing to me?

— Divine

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