Whenever I go on a date now, I watch the woman closely. I study her hands, her eyes, how often she touches her phone. I even ask if she grew up in a poor home. In my view, no one from a good home would fall for iPhone pictures. I have learned to ask the hard questions without fear of being called insecure. My character development has made me a better man.
I am sharing this story because I need to get it off my chest.
I found love during the double track system, the green and yellow days. She was the sister of a taxi driver who had just moved into the neighbourhood. For me it was love at first sight.
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When I gathered the courage to propose, school was reopening and I was in a car going back to campus. I proposed and switched off my phone. When I turned it back on after arriving at school, she had already sent a reply. She said she had feelings for me too and had been waiting for my proposal for a long time.
We talked about our relationship going forward. From there she became my girlfriend. I even earned the name Lover Boy in my dormitory. I was always on call, talking to the shippers of the night. When school was in session, our love affair went on break until vacations. After we completed our WASSCE, she would come into my room in the morning and leave at night. We would play adults until a pack of condoms finished and I would buy another. Behind our parents’ backs, we lived like newlyweds.
The relationship started suffering when I saw her with an iPhone 14, taking pictures in front of their house. She told me it belonged to Thugman, a druggie who also lived in the area. I felt a sting in my chest. Maybe it was jealousy, but I felt what was coming. I did not want to sound insecure so I walked away quietly, acting like I was fine. What could I say that she would not turn against me? I knew her love for iPhones. I knew how much she wished for one.
She changed her phone password and became very protective of it. I knew what was coming but maybe I did not want to believe it. Or maybe I was just insecure or jealous, whatever manipulative word some women use today. Some days she would ignore my calls and messages the whole day. She would be online, posting stories actively, but ignoring me. I even begged her at some points.
This was during December. While I was begging for love, she was going to parties. She used a Tecno phone, but the pictures she posted had that iPhone quality. That was the saddest December of my life so far. Meanwhile, the whole time when she needed something, I would be the one to provide. I was not working, so I would ask my parents for money and use it on this girl.
January came. She visited me one day and during foreplay a stench rose up, so bad that I softened. I asked her about it. Come and see how this girl turned my concern into something else. She said she did not want to speak to me anymore. Now I was the one begging for forgiveness of sins.
She blocked me for a whole week. I would look across from my house from time to time and she was never home. She posted pictures of herself in another room, again very nice pictures.
We broke up one day when she came to my room smelling like a man.
My barber friend one later told me how she was double dating two “boys boys” in the neighbourhood. He showed me her WhatsApp status. She posted intimate images of herself and Thugman, whether they were kissing or whatever they were doing.
Her brother moved out of their house to another place. I did not see her for a while, though she would come around to visit either Thugman or FiLA and she would pass in front of my house.
I never saw her again until one day I saw her in the market. She looked like someone had beaten her up. I do not know if she saw me or was hiding her face from me. It turned out that she was beaten by another girl who was seeing one of the thug boys. Now she was back to posting Tecno pictures. While some women date to get an iPhone, she was dating just to get iPhone pictures.
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Now when I think of that period of my life, I call it character development.
Years later, when I go on dates, when I am talking to girls, I look at them closely. An iPhone is not a lot, but I lost my girlfriend because of it.
—Yaw
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