The day I met Madam, I was in a very difficult position. I was at the barbershop with my son, waiting in line to be attended to. While I sat there thinking and watching my boy, a huge car stopped right by the shop. The woman inside rolled down her glass and signaled for me to come over. She asked for directions to a place, and I gave them to her.
Two hours later, after we had our haircut, the same car was passing us on the road and stopped to thank me. We chatted for a while about my son, who was all over the car with his excitement. We exchanged contacts and moved on.
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We started with watching each other’s WhatsApp status. I would watch her status, her travelling the world, sitting in boardroom meetings, speaking at events, out on vacations, all sorts of things. She watched my status too, I could tell. Mine were mostly about God, about motivational quotes, about life. I was living my life quietly, until many months later when we started texting. Mostly the conversations were centered around work. She asked me what I was doing for a living. I am a hustler. I get to do whatever I lay my hands on to feed my family, my wife and son, and make sure they are comfortable. I have been job hunting for so many months now. My wife lost her job too. We get to do anything that puts food on the table. Sometimes I travel far away to work and send money home. Once I felt that she was a big person, I slowly started to pitch my business plans with the hope that she might be interested in investing.
Weeks later, we spoke on the phone. She told me she was returning to Ghana to do something and wanted to meet. She also told me she had spoken to her husband about me long ago. He already knew about me. I was waiting for her to tell me they thought about it and were willing to bet on me and my plans.
It turns out they wanted me to be a sperm donor. Only then would they invest. They had been planning for a child, and everything seemed not to be working out with all the money they had. They were ready to explore the sperm donor option. “You and my husband are lookalikes,” she said. “His family, my family, will never suspect a thing. We will pay after it all works out, and we will never see each other again.”
So get me pregnant. That was the request.
The strange thing is, this was not the first time life had brought something like this to my doorstep. Before I got married, and even while married, I have been approached by women to get them pregnant, get paid, and never walk back into their lives. So it was not particularly shocking when she said it. She insisted her husband was in full support of this whole arrangement.
I suggested they try fertility specialists and donors meant for situations exactly like this. “There are millions of options available,” I told her, “including finding donors abroad or even considering adoption.”
She said after meeting me and seeing me with my son, she told her husband about us, how handsome we looked together. And she again emphasized that me and her husband looked alike, so we made a perfect match. According to her, that was a big part of the reason they felt I was the perfect option. If she got pregnant and had a child that resembled her husband, it would help avoid suspicion from family members who might begin to think something was wrong with them.
The money they were offering was huge. Life changing money. It could completely change my family’s life.
She asked me to think about it. And I did. How many times would we have to try before she got pregnant? Would I spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder? Could I really do this to my wife? On the other hand, I kept thinking, they don’t know my home. They don’t know my wife. Why not simply donate sperm, take the money, and move on?
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So I called some weeks later to accept the proposal. She went quiet on me. When she finally returned the call, she told me they didn’t want me anymore. That moment felt like a bullet, because I was already thinking of what the money could do for me and my family. I had a big dream, only for it to be snatched away like that.
It has been over three months now. I have never seen her call again. I have never seen her status again.
And I am left here, not knowing whether to feel relieved or heartbroken.
—Emma
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