We were at the talking stage. He proposed to me and I asked him for a little bit of time to think about it. A week or so later, I called to tell him I would like to know where he lived. He asked if he should take me home and I said yes. He closed from work around 9 p.m. and called that I should follow him to his place. I obliged.

When we got to the main gate, he asked me to wait. He entered the house alone and came back some minutes later. He held my hand and said we should go in. Immediately I took one step forward, he asked me to wait. He stooped and started taking off my slippers.

“Why?”

“It will make noise as we go. I don’t want to wake up my neighbours.”

“This is not a heel. It’s flat slippers.”

“Yeah, I know. It will make a chaw-chaw sound as you walk.”

I laughed. I was like, “Are we going to steal?” He gave so many explanations that didn’t make sense. I said, “You don’t worry. I’m not going in again. Let’s do it another time. Maybe a daytime when no one is asleep.”

He begged. He said I would understand his actions later. It was about the landlord. And then to some woman in the house who was Konkonsa. Las las he said, “If the landlord sees you going in, he will add your name to the bath house scrubbing roster.”

I didn’t fall for his persuasion. I left.

“Even at the talking stage, you’re hiding me. When then are you going to outdoor me?”

Leaving that night meant walking away from whatever we had going. He’s here pleading for another chance at talking stage. He says he’s going to vacate the house very soon and will choose a place with no such laws. I don’t believe it’s about the landlord or a Konkonsa woman or anything. He has other women, I believe. The house knows the main chick that was why he was trying to sneak me inside. Am I wrong to think this way?

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At my age, I should sneak into a man’s house. The ones I didn’t sneak koraa I was fourth on the list. Friends called me “Our wife” yet I didn’t have a portfolio in that relationship. I should come and be sneaking around with my destiny. Boɛ! I’ve left him.

—Maame Ama

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