I met her in February at a friend’s wedding. She said she had come because of the bride. I said I’d come for the groom. We had a light-hearted conversation that turned into laughter and fun. I heard her telling her friends that I was a funny guy. She stayed with me after the service and we went to the reception together. We even had a dance. When it was time to leave, she thanked me for keeping her entertained.
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We exchanged numbers and hoped to meet again soon. She was the first to reach out, asking me to send her the photos I had taken of her. She praised my work. She said I had made her look even more beautiful than she already was. “You’re beautiful in person,” I argued. So all night we talked about beauty, where we worked, what we liked in people and what we hoped for in the future.
We ended up becoming friends and very soon we were planning to meet again. We met during the 6th March holiday at the beach. We walked hand in hand like new lovers. We counted our footprints and wondered how far we would go before the waves washed them away. By the time the date was over, we were lovers.
From there, everything started moving fast. She spent weekends with me and made my house feel like a home. Because of her, I could sing, “Thank God It’s Friday.” Friday would come with her and the rest of the weekend would be magical. I knew her house. I visited once or twice. She was living with her elder sister so it wasn’t conducive for us to spend the night there together.
One midnight, a call came through, followed by a message from her. She said she couldn’t sleep because she was missing me. It was Tuesday morning. We had spent the weekend together, so the only day I hadn’t seen her was Monday, which was only a day earlier.
“Oh really?” I responded. “I miss you too. Should I call you?”
She said she was okay with texting. She said she wished she was lying next to me with her head on my chest. I said I wished we were doing more than just having her head on my chest. So the conversation turned sexual, especially when she asked what I missed about her. I described everything that had happened over the weekend—the lovemaking, the fun and her presence. “I miss everything.”
She said she would like to come over because she couldn’t sleep and that she would sleep better by my side. I asked her to come over.
“Unless you meet me at the bar near the market,” she said. “It will be easy from there.”
What she said didn’t make sense. She only had to pick a taxi and come straight to my house. There was no need for her to be at that bar. But when you love someone, you usually let go of logic and follow your emotions. So I didn’t question her. I didn’t ask why the bar. I just got up, put on some clothes and headed there. When I got there, I saw two guys sitting on a car bonnet. I didn’t see her around, so I texted her to tell her I was there.
That’s when the guys grabbed me. At first, I thought it was a robbery attempt. I begged them and told them they could have everything. I surrendered my phone and my wallet but they were forcing me into the car. I refused. Then it turned into a fight.
One would slap my face while the other kicked me from behind, shouting, “Kwasia, bɛfa kɔ di. Abin! Next time, you’ll avoid people’s girlfriends.”
I was lost, scared and dazed. I couldn’t fight them. They were beating me while accusing me of sleeping with their girlfriend.
“Didn’t you know she had a boyfriend?” one asked while kicking me with his boot.
The other said, “He knows. That’s how they go about sleeping with other people’s wives.”
The beating was severe. I was shouting for help, screaming that they were killing me. I begged them and told them I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. The other guy—the tall one, obviously my girlfriend’s boyfriend suggested they should strip me naked and see the size I was using on his girlfriend.
They kicked me to the ground and started taking off my jeans. I held onto my belt buckle to stop them. The kicks and slaps kept coming and luckily, a car’s headlights flashed on us. They quickly ran to their car and sped off. I lay on the ground panting and moaning in pain. My face felt heavy, like it was swollen all over. The car that had shone its lights on us drove by without stopping.
I forced myself into a corner and waited for a taxi or any car at all that would come by. I checked my phone and the screen was damaged. A taxi driver came. I asked him to drive me to the hospital and he did. The next day, I went to the police station to make a case against them. My screen was damaged so I couldn’t call her until she called me.
She already knew what had happened, so her voice was calm and slow. “Are you okay? I’m sorry about everything. I’m not dating him, believe me.” I told her she should help the police locate them. She asked, “Oh, it’s gotten that far?” The police brought her in and later the two guys walked into the station to turn themselves in.
The only accusation they had against me was that I had taken a woman who belonged to one of them. My girlfriend denied dating either of them. She said they had broken up weeks earlier but the guy hadn’t accepted the breakup. They spent two days behind bars before their family members came to bail them out. I was ready to make them face the law, including my girlfriend, who had become my ex days earlier. But later, we agreed to an out-of-court settlement.
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They paid my medical bills and deposited GHC50,000 into my account before I dropped the case. As I indicated, I didn’t want any drama whatsoever, so I ended the relationship with her and thanked her for everything, even the beatings I received because of her.
I don’t think loving again will be straightforward and easy next time. I’ll be careful because once bitten, twice shy.
—Agyei
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