My Ex Boyfriend’s ‘Distin’ is Not Working And He Believes I Cursed Him

He asked me to pass by his place after work, and I agreed. It was a Friday, so I planned to sleep over and probably spend the weekend with him if his schedule would allow it. When I was going to work that day, I picked up the dresses I would wear while with him and even picked up a few food items that I would cook, just in case.

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Later on Friday afternoon, I saw his call on my phone. He told me, “You don’t need to come. The office has called me for an emergency, so I’m on my way.” I told him I was disappointed because I had prepared to spend the weekend with him. “I even have food I’m going to prepare for you.” He laughed. He told me he would call before the day ended so we would know what to do next.

I didn’t hear from him again until I closed from work and called him. He told me they were handling the emergency and that he would see me at my place if they finished early enough.

I went home to wait for his call, but that call never came. When I called him in the evening, he didn’t pick up. Not once, and not twice. I don’t know, but everything in me wanted to see him that evening. I had planned for him, so it was difficult to get him off my mind. When he didn’t pick up at 9 p.m., I decided to get a taxi and go check if he had come home and had forgotten to call before sleeping.

I saw a light in his room before I saw his car parked at the corner of the compound. I made the sign of the cross and congratulated myself for not giving up. I would get to spend the weekend with the man I love so deeply.

I turned the doorknob, and it was locked. I knocked and knocked until I heard his voice pierce through the door, asking who it was. I mentioned my name and said, “You’re back and didn’t call me? Open the door. I’m here.”

It took him forever to come out. I grew suspicious while waiting. He came out and quickly locked the door behind him. He spoke almost in a whisper, “What are you doing here this late? My mom is around, and that’s the reason I couldn’t ask you to come.” I asked, “Your mom hates it when you answer a call from your girlfriend?”

“Not that, but you should go. I’ll see you tomorrow when she leaves. I’ll explain.”

I wasn’t born yesterday. I demanded to see who was there. I tried fighting my way through him, and he blocked me. I told him I wasn’t going to leave until I saw who was inside his room. It became a tussle; our voices went up a notch. It was late, so tenants started coming out to see what was happening. The lady inside heard the noise too and wanted to come out, but he had locked the door, so she knocked from the inside, asking what was going on.

In fact, I was heartbroken when I heard the lady’s voice. I’ve been loved and left many times, but none hurt like what I saw that night. He threatened to beat me if I didn’t leave. He pushed me to leave his compound. Had it not been for a lady who held me, I would have fallen flat on the floor. So I started hurling insults his way. The more I insulted him, the more bitter I became. He painted me as an unwanted devil before his co-tenants, who had seen me around on several occasions.

Out of bitterness and pain, I started saying things I didn’t know where they came from: “Herh Jonas, I swear one day you’ll run looking for me, but you won’t find me anywhere when the time comes. You’ll wish to see my face and say sorry to me for this embarrassment, but it would be too late. What will happen to you can’t be explained. You’ll go south and north, but no one will be able to help you. You don’t know who you’re dealing with.”

When I eventually left his place, I couldn’t go home straight away. My chest was so heavy I had to sit in a corner and cry. I thought we were on the path to marriage because he had promised me that much. He was the only guy I’d introduced to my parents and siblings because I was so sure. I sat in that corner and cried a river, hoping my tears would drown me. I walked home without feeling how long the distance was. Heartbreak isn’t a good thing. I wonder why national health insurance doesn’t cover that.

Less than a year later, Jonas was at my door with his friend. I had healed and was even trying out another relationship. I was shocked to see them, yet I played it cool. “Ahuh, how may I help you?” I asked. His friend answered, “Oh Betty, at least give us a chair first? Are we fighting?” I answered, “I know you didn’t come here because of a chair. Please talk; I have things to do.”

I don’t even know how to say this without laughing. According to him, his sex life has suffered since I poured those “curses” on him, to the extent that he no longer gets an erection whenever he needs it. So they had come to me to apologize and ask me to undo whatever I did against him. I told him, “If I had any powers to do anything against you, do you think it’s your erection I would go for? It would have been your life, I swear. See the pain and the embarrassment you caused me. Please, go and seek medical help and stop disturbing my peace.”

When they left, I burst out laughing. It sounded like a bad joke without a punch line, yet you laugh anyway because why not. I called his friend days later and asked what was happening to his friend. It was more serious than I thought. They had visited a fetish priest, and he had told them it was a lady behind it. I told him, “Maybe another lady, because it’s not me.” His friend said they suspected the lady I met there that night because that lady also broke up with him that very night and said weird things. “He’s begging that lady too, but she says it’s not her.”

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I burst out laughing. Why doesn’t this happen more often to men who break hearts for fun? Karma shouldn’t only go for their erections but their eyesight too, so they don’t see women again in their lives.

It was only yesterday that I spoke to his friend. He said they still haven’t found the cure. I said any hands that try to cure him, if it’s a man, should suffer the same fate because a man like Jonas doesn’t deserve an erection. What’s he using it for? Apart from to deceive a woman’s heart?

—Betty

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