I had a girlfriend, and Nancy also had a boyfriend, but her beauty wouldn’t let me go, so I decided I would work hard, get her, hit, and run. I would call her and she wouldn’t pick up. I would text her, and she would take forever to respond. That was the beginning. I was patient with her.
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I met her one day and told her I was interested in her, so she should give me a chance to prove myself. That day, I bought her food and paid for her Uber ride home. When she got home, she texted to say thank you. We talked. That was the longest we had talked since we met.
She kept telling me she had a boyfriend and it wasn’t worth trying anything that didn’t have a future. She was telling the truth, but my goal wasn’t the future. I wanted to have a bite of the apple and just disappear.
As time went on, I realized she was coming around. Even when I didn’t text, she would be the one to text first. When I didn’t call, she would call and accuse me of not calling her. One evening, after talking the whole day, she said, “You can come over, but know that nothing will happen.”
So I dressed up and went to her place. It was a very small room that had everything a girl her age would have. I tried my luck. I went in for a kiss, and she responded. When she realized I was going further, she asked if I had come with a condom. I dipped into my pocket and showed it to her. A soldier at war always has a gun.
Finally, everything went down the way it should. Just when I was dressing up to leave, a guy walked into the main gate. She screamed, “Hurry up and leave! That’s my boyfriend.”
I quickly cleaned up and stood up even before the guy could reach the door. I was walking out when we met squarely at the doorway. He looked at me suspiciously. I greeted him and stepped out. He called me, and I stopped. He said, “Masa, come. Who are you?”
Before I could utter a word, Nancy came from inside and said, “That’s my elder brother’s friend. He came to town recently and decided to visit.”
I started walking away again, but this guy rushed toward me and stood in my path. He said, “No, let’s go inside and talk. I don’t understand something. Let’s talk about it as men. You’re her brother’s friend, so what brought you into my girlfriend’s room?”
He held my hand and pulled me as if I were a child being led to the classroom. He was taller, broader, and bearded like a villain in a movie. Even his grip felt like a handcuff. He took me back inside and asked me to sit down.
Nancy was shouting, “Ah, why are you embarrassing me like this? Do you want him to tell my brother so he’ll ask me to leave you? Just let him go. What’s all this?”
She then turned to me and said, “Ato, get up and go. Why are you also behaving as if you don’t have a say? Aren’t you a man? Go.”
Her boyfriend was searching the room, scanning for evidence I thought he wouldn’t find. Then he entered the bathroom. That was when I got up and walked out. Before I could reach the main gate, he screamed, “Hey, Masa! If you step out of the gate, there’ll be trouble for you outside. What is this? Is that what you came here to do?”
I turned and saw him holding the used condom by the tip, displaying what was inside to me. “Masa, is that what you came here to do?”
I tried to walk quickly out of the gate, but he came to stand in my way, grabbed me by the collar, and dragged me back inside. Nancy was on her knees, begging him to let me go so they could talk about it. The way he kicked her with his foot scared me. Nancy landed several feet away from where she had been kneeling and crying.
Mine started with a slap, then questions, then another slap, then more questions answered with another slap. He wouldn’t even let me answer the questions he was asking. I told him, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know she had a boyfriend.”
He screamed, “Shut up over there! How can you see a woman like this and think she doesn’t have a boyfriend? When you saw this room, didn’t it occur to you that it could be a man who rented it for her?”
Then came a kick to my shin with his boot. I had to go on my knees and start begging. Nancy didn’t get up again from where she landed. She was just there, watching what was happening. I said, “Why are you quiet? Why won’t you tell him what happened? Do you want him…”
Then another slap landed. This time, I fell onto my back. I told him, “I will make this a police case, trust me. Unless you kill me, because if I walk out of this place, I will return with the police.”
He stepped on my back and pushed me out of the door with his boot. He said, “Go and bring the police. I’m waiting for you. You think I’m scared? You raped my girlfriend, and you’re going to bring the police? Try it.”
He said “rape” when what happened there was far from that. I really wanted to report the issue to the police, but what he said kept ringing in my ears as I walked away with pain all over my body and the deafening sound of his slaps still echoing in my ears. Three days later, I was still feeling the pain in my neck, my back, and my thighs.
I Called My Girlfriend And Another Man Answered The Phone
I called Nancy to check if she was alive. She answered the call, and her first words were apologies. I asked what happened afterward, and she said she would rather not say, but it was over between them. We talked until we ended up laughing about what had happened.
That was the last time we talked and also the last time I ever got involved with someone else’s girlfriend.
—Asiedu
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