I usually go for walks on Saturday mornings. While I was on one of these walks one day in May, a guy approached me and took my number. He said he wanted to be friends but I could tell he wanted more. That very day, he texted me, and we started chatting on WhatsApp. We spoke about everything, from subjects about life in general and personal matters.....CONTINUE READING THE FULL STORY HERE
According to him, his previous relationship ended because the lady’s parents didn’t approve of him because he is from the North. I told him I didn’t mind being someone else.
He asked my age, and I told him I’m 34. When I asked his, he said 35. I was sceptical, so I googled him. I found out he once wanted to contest for a parliamentary seat. Online, his age was different from what he told me.
When I asked him, he denied it. He even lied about the day he was born, saying he reduced his age because he wanted to travel. He claimed even his Ghana card said he was 34, and when I told him to change it, he said it would take some time.
The moment I accepted his proposal, I told my mum about him. She said we should pray about it.
This man has a sweet tongue. He love-bombed me. Many times I asked if he truly meant all the things he said. He assured me that he was genuine. “We northern men are loyal. We say what we mean.” He even added that his pastor approved of our relationship. “The whole church even knows.”
In July, during a phone call, the issue of age came up again. He joked, “I’m even dating someone older than me.” I pressed him to be honest. That was when he admitted that he was younger than me. By then, the relationship had already gone deep. I felt it was too late to back out.
A few days later, I called him so we could discuss it. His response was, “If I had told you the truth, you wouldn’t have accepted my proposal. I’m a politician, so I have to lie to get what I want.”
After all this drama, this guy called to tell me that his pastor said we were not compatible. I reminded him that the same pastor had approved of our relationship. He twisted it, saying the pastor meant we should only be friends and business partners, and that something tragic would happen if we got married. His pastor’s wife also supposedly advised that we should end things.
When he asked for my opinion, I said we should accept the pastor’s advice. I informed my mum too. She agreed with his pastor’s stance.
Not long after, he travelled to his hometown for his grandmother’s funeral. A week or two later, he sent me a WhatsApp message saying some relatives from abroad were in Accra, which was why I hadn’t heard from him, and he’d call once they left. I replied, “Alright.”
This week, I had a strong feeling that he probably found another girlfriend and was just using his pastor as an excuse to leave me. It turned out I wasn’t wrong. A day or two later, he posted a lady’s birthday on his status with the caption, “I love you so much.” He blocked me from seeing it but forgot to block my mum, so I still found out.
I am just glad that although we kissed and cuddled, we never had sex. Next time I meet another man, I will pray for discernment and trust my instincts.