When Wealthy Guys Appear On The Scene, Hide Your Girlfriend

We are both doing our national service. Love found us when we completed school and were waiting for our postings. Those were the best days of our lives. We had nowhere to go and had all the time to ourselves. Luckily for us, we were not posted out of town so we got to see each other after work.

A few months after we started national service, I called her after work and asked where she was and she told me she was on her way going home. I wanted to surprise her so I went to her favorite Waakye joint and packaged the waakye just the way she wanted it.

I was in front of her house waiting when I saw a huge car approaching. The glass was tinted so I didn’t see the one in the car. It stopped and waited for like three minutes before the door opened. My girlfriend stepped out with a smile on her lips. Her hands were full. She had a box of pizza in one hand and a bag of drinks in the other hand. She was struggling to hold her office bag so I rushed to help. The car drove away.

My heart started jumping off my chest.

“Akosua, who is that?” I asked calmly, trying hard to hide my restless heart. She answered, “His office is closer to mine and decided to give me a lift today.”

“So where did you get these from?” I asked while pointing to the pizza in her hand. She said, “Oh, she stopped to get dinner and he bought some for me. Why all these questions?”

We went inside. She put my waakye in the fridge while she spread the box of pizza. Pizza is my favorite but when she called me to come and eat, I shook my head. I wasn’t sick but I wasn’t feeling well. Something didn’t feel right but she acted so cool as if she didn’t find anything wrong with what happened.

From there, whenever we talked, she brought in the name of that guy who brought her home, “Today Alex said this.” “Even Alex was of the view that…” “Alex thinks I should…” Alex came into every conversation of ours so I asked, “Are you sure he’s just a friend?”

She got offended by my question. In the end, I had to apologize to her and assure her that she still had my trust.

One night I went to see her. Her door was locked. Her mother came out to see me and her junior sister too. They told me they thought she was coming to see me. I left the house and waited around the vicinity to see when she would come.

Around 8pm the same car came around. The light fell on me and she might have seen me so she came out quickly. Again, I didn’t see the guy’s face.

She got angry at my existence. “Why are you lurking in the dark waiting for me? Why didn’t you call when you came? What’s going on?”

Again, her hands were full. Food, drinks and something in a paper bag. I’d lost my confidence so I couldn’t even fight her. I apologized for not calling her but asked what was going on. “You insist he’s just a friend, Akosua? Does he also know that he’s just a friend to you? I’m a man and I see things that are not friendly. What’s going on?”

My heart was aching. I thought the best thing to do was call the guy so I managed to steal his number from her phone and called him one night.

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I spoke humbly because he wasn’t my size. He had a life my future self would love to have. I said, “Your friend Akosua is my girlfriend. I took your number from her phone because I’ve seen you around twice and she didn’t introduce you to me. I thought I should call and talk to you myself.”

I did yawa, I know. I think of it today and ask myself, “What were you thinking?”

There was amusement in his voice when he answered, “Oh really? She hasn’t mentioned you to me. I’m sorry. I’m Alex and she’s indeed my friend.”

The conversation was short but I felt he was also hiding something.

Ten minutes after the call with him, Akosua called me. Come and see insults. Eiii. At some point, I was like, “Akosua, it’s me you’re talking to ooo.” She barked, “And so what? Who are you? What benefit do you bring to my life that you want to destroy my friendship with someone I’m getting to know.”

Our relationship ended that day because, to her, I was the devil— the devil stabbing her progress with a dagger. I remember begging her on the phone not to go away. I recall telling her, “This is not the end ooo. It’s not even the beginning.” I remember saying in my head, “If it’s because of the car, remember I will own one in future and you’ll be there.”

Her heart was made up. The verdict was already out. The relationship was over.

The two of them are in a serious relationship now to the extent that he goes home with gifts for her parents and her siblings. I believe anytime he goes around, her mom insults me in her head. I watch her status and the places they go can only happen in my dreams. Sometimes I’m hurt so I block her but not for long.

When the news of the national service allowance increment came, I was jubilating on my Whatsapp status when I read what she had written on her status, “So people are happy because of this peanut they call increment? God should bless everyone with money ooo because it’s hard in here.”

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I went back and deleted my jubilating status and blocked her again. This one is the final block that helps me to heal and move on completely. I’m hurt but honestly, I don’t blame her. If I were her, maybe I wouldn’t date someone like me when Alex is in the frame. Butterflies fly to a flower with nectar for a reason.

—Hagan