We met on Tinder, and I took a special interest in her right away. She is a very pretty woman in her thirties. To top it all off, she is a nurse who works somewhere in the Eastern Region. We agreed to be friends and see where time would lead us.
Our first date was in Accra. She was in town for an assignment. We had already talked about meeting, so when the opportunity came, I made sure it would be a beautiful experience. I waited until she was done with her work. That day, I turned her into a personal driver. I picked her up and took her straight to the beach, where we watched the waves and talked over some food. I paid for everything on the table, except the ice cream she bought on our way home. We sort of made out in the car on the way back.
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Months later, we were meeting again. She came all the way to Accra to braid her hair at a salon in West Hills Mall. Afterwards, I brought her over to my place. Nothing happened; it was too late to do anything. On our way to my place, I bought food for both of us, two plates. She said she would send hers home because she was in a hurry, but guess what? She ended up eating mine with me. I would take one spoon; she would take two and keep talking. We were almost done eating when she told me I should order another plate for her aunty who was at home. The food was tasty, and it was a small bribe since she had stayed out late. I agreed, so I made an order for the food to give to her aunty.
Now, here is where things started to get interesting.
She asked me to drive her to her workplace in the Eastern Region to deliver an item. Driving all the way from Accra through Tema to the drop-off point was not something I saw myself doing, but I compromised. What I did was plan to spend the night at a place in Tema so I could make the trip. At 4:29 AM on the agreed day, I received a call from her. By 5:30 a.m., I arrived there, and she hadn’t even taken her bath. She wasn’t dressed, nothing. Ah, but she was the one who woke me up at 4. I vexed, waited till she finished, and we left.
I gave her a little attitude to register my displeasure, even though she apologized. We got to her drop-off point, she picked up what she needed, and then she pleaded with me again to take her to Asamankese. This wasn’t part of our plan, but I complied. I was enjoying her company, after all. After that long drive, she hit me with another request: take her to Bawjiase to collect her money. I asked her, “Can’t the person just send you the money via mobile money?” She said the sender was in a village and had no access to a mobile money vendor. This time, I didn’t let myself be easily swayed. I asked more questions, and it was clearly getting her angry. She then told me to my face that if I wasn’t going, we should just drive back. She gave me attitude in the car all the way until we got to my friend’s office in Nsawam.
My friend took us to a fufu joint. The food cost 355 cedis, which I paid. Then my car developed a fault, and fixing it cost another 200 cedis. We finally left my friend’s place after the repairs, only for her to say she didn’t like the fufu and wanted us to go to another food joint in Osu. I was busy on my phone when they brought her phone. She came asking me if she should pay for her own food. I responded, “If you can pay, just pay.”
The long and short of it all is this: do you know this lady took serious offence because I let her pay 180 cedis for food she ordered and ate in my car? She didn’t speak to me until I dropped her off. She later texted, asking me to send her a picture of some document I took with my phone and ordered me to delete it, complete with an exclamation mark.
I was hoping that giving her space would let her heal. She no longer answers my calls or replies to my texts. All because I didn’t pay 180 cedis. Think about all the sacrifices I made: my time, my effort, cancelling my appointments just to be there for her. All of it has gone down the drain because I refused to pay that small amount. I make at least 30,000 cedis a month. Spending that amount is nothing to me, but it’s now being held against me.
I have stopped calling. I guess that is the end of this less-than-one-month relationship.
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Just a little patience, some understanding, and maybe the story would have been different. But no. I often hear ladies say men are scammers, that men treat women like trash. After this experience, and many others, I have no other option than to tell you: it is part of what your fellow women do. I have no baby mama drama. I am very single and was ready to settle down with this one. I was sure she was the one. But she allowed an ordinary 180 cedis to get on her nerves, and it’s not like I didn’t feed her that day. In total, I spent about 1,100 cedis just that day and over 2,000 cedis in the two weeks we went out. But because of 180 cedis, all that effort has been multiplied by zero. Hmm!
— Nii
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