We met on Silent Beads months ago. He commented under my comments a few times and one day shared a link in my inbox and said he was waiting for my opinion.
I responded, “No opinion. Sisterhood is in a meeting currently.”
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He sent laughing emojis, and it became a conversation that eventually moved to WhatsApp. He asked what I did, and I told him. I asked him the same question, and he told a beautiful story about his life. He said he had followed my comments on the page and that I looked like the kind of woman every man would want. I only laughed at that.
Some mornings, he would appear and greet me like I was his sunshine. In the evening, he would do the same. I went back to his Facebook profile to check the kind of person he was because, at that point, he was getting me interested in him. When I checked, his profile was locked. I asked why, and he replied, “What are you looking for on my profile? Just ask me any questions, and I’ll answer.”
I didn’t ask any questions. I told him I only wanted to see the kind of person he was on social media. He told me I should rather be interested in who he was in real life than the person he portrayed on social media because social media wasn’t real.
He lived in Accra, and I lived in Kumasi. He talked about visiting me every day, but I kept pushing the idea aside, telling him it wasn’t worth it. Finally, I asked, “You’re visiting as what?”
He told me, “By this time, you should know. We’ve been talking for over two months. What do you think?”
I told him I didn’t want to assume, so he should be upfront about what he wanted. He told me he wanted to see me before telling me what was on his mind.
I asked, “Do you want a relationship?”
He answered, “I want to see you face to face and have that conversation with you.”
Luckily for me, I had an opportunity to travel to Accra to work on something. I was going to be in Accra for three days. I called and told him about it. He was so excited I could hear him jumping up and down over the phone.
“Would you stay with me when you come around?” he asked.
I quickly brushed it aside but assured him I would try to see him while I was in Accra.
I arrived in Accra on Wednesday. Life got too busy, so I couldn’t talk to him that much. He was eager to see me, but I told him I was going to call when I was done. I never called and wasn’t able to answer his calls or respond to his texts. Early the next morning, he sent me a voice note begging me not to leave without seeing him.
I had to ask myself some hard questions and give myself reasons to see him. I liked talking to him. He was very affable and knew how to keep a conversation going. I asked myself if I really liked him, and the answer was, “I’m not sure.”
I’d seen him in videos but wasn’t sure if I would like him in person. He was also too pushy for my liking. Nonetheless, I decided to meet him and see what could happen.
On Friday evening, I called to tell him I would be able to see him before I left the next day. He picked the place and the time. I was there before he arrived. He was tall, dark, and lanky, just as I had imagined. He ordered and asked me to order too, but I was very full. He tried to make me drink alcohol when I’d already told him I didn’t drink. That was the first red flag for me.
He proposed while looking deeply into my eyes. I told him I didn’t want a relationship but that we could be friends.
“No,” he said. “We’ve come too far to be friends.”
I told him the distance wouldn’t work for me. I assured him that if we were able to keep the friendship going for close to a year, then I would consider it.
He exclaimed, “For a year? That’s too long.”
Then we both went quiet for a while, each thinking about our next steps.
He asked if he could use my phone to make a call because his phone was off. I gladly typed in my password and handed my phone to him. While he was on the call, I got up to use the washroom. I was there for only a few minutes.
When I came back, he wasn’t there.
I looked left and right. I asked the waiter if he’d seen him. He said he had made payment and headed for the exit. Even my bag wasn’t on the table where I had placed it.
I quickly rushed to the exit and looked left and right, but he was nowhere to be found.
“Or maybe he’s somewhere around and will come back to the table,” I said to myself.
I waited and waited. I even used the waiter’s phone to call my number. It rang, but he didn’t answer. That was when I fully realised what had happened.
I had no money on me and didn’t even know who to ask for help. I told the waiter what had happened, and he was shocked. He was so shocked that he started laughing. He gave me one hundred cedis, and I promised to send him MoMo once I got home.
I didn’t know where to look for him or who to ask about him. The phone I should have used to check him out on Facebook was gone. That was how I went to Accra and came back without my one-month-old iPhone.
Your name on Facebook was Yaw Abedenego, which I doubt is your real name. Your account was locked, but currently, I can’t even find it anywhere on Facebook.
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If you’re reading this, I want to tell you this: I didn’t do anything wrong to you. I didn’t even allow you to spend money on me. All I did was meet a man I thought could become a friend, but you had an agenda, and you carried it out smoothly.
There’s a God who watches over us, and He’s interested in the affairs of men. I’m not going to curse you or say anything bad should happen to you, but remember, nobody has ever sown corn and reaped rice. You’ll reap what you’ve done to me tenfold. Mark my words. It will all come back to you.
—Abrefi
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