Women from That Side Showed Me Pepper Until God Showed Me Mercy

I grew up in a middle-class family. We weren’t rich, but we were never poor either. The one thing we were sure of was at least two meals a day. …

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Women from That Side Showed Me Pepper Until God Showed Me Mercy

I grew up in a middle-class family. We weren’t rich, but we were never poor either. The one thing we were sure of was at least two meals a day. I am the fourth of five children. My three elder siblings had the same father, but me and the lastborn had another father. Even so, we all lived with our mother in a single room somewhere in Accra. It was difficult, all six of us cramped in one room, but we survived.

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Then one morning, we woke up and life took our mother from us. It was the hardest turning point for us. She was the breadwinner, the one holding us steady. When she was gone, our grandmother took over the wheel. She came to play the role of our mother, but she too played it difficult. Life with her was hard. She didn’t make it any better for us like we had expected, so I ran away.

I ran away to my father. I thought it was going to be peaceful, better than staying with Grandma. That man was strict and straight as a ruler—a no-nonsense man. You do wrong, you go and collect. But he took responsibility for me. He catered for my school, he fed me and clothed me. He did so much that I almost forgot my mother and my elder siblings.

Then I got into the university. I felt like I had arrived. I was determined, by all means, to run away from poverty. I knew the family I was from was messed up, so I was going to choose how my future would be. I started looking around for a girl to date. You know those beautiful love stories that begin in the tertiary? I wanted the same thing. I wanted that kind of love.

And I met Dzidor. Oh, you should taste her meals—like heaven on earth. More than that, she was a good lover. She loved love, and she gave it to me. One day, I was introduced to Emma, Dzidor’s friend. And I hated him. I knew I had to be on guard before something took my woman, but apparently, they had a working relationship, so I couldn’t do more than that.

As it turns out, Emma had created a dating profile for her online. She would chat with different men in Dzidor’s name, book a meeting, and give the details to my girlfriend, who would go to meet them. She claimed she met the men in open places, they gave her money after meeting her, and she sometimes split it with Emma. I was shook to the core. Is that not fraud? My girlfriend was a scammer? Anyway, I told her to stop it, to put an end to it. She agreed. She said that for the love she has for me, she wouldn’t do it again.

But Dzidor lied to me. Dzidor was one of those girls who didn’t like to go home during vacations; she stayed on campus, and at times, I was the one paying for the hostel. One week, Dzidor said she was going for a party on Wednesday. On Thursday morning, I wanted to see her. I asked her about her whereabouts, about the party, if she had fun. Unbeknownst to her, I had installed a tracker on her phone, so I knew where she went. When she started lying to me, I knew it. I simply asked her to open her handbag. And guess what? An extra pair of panties, an extra bra, and a nightie. Who goes to a party with those?

Then I met Adzo. When I met her, I was the only one responsible for my fees and hostel, so I didn’t have much to give her. But Adzo lit up rooms when she walked in, and she was self-aware of that. Everyone from my department wanted to be with her, even the lecturers, especially the big, big men. So I was glad when Adzo chose me. We were good, had a good thing going on, until I started noticing a pattern of lies. Adzo didn’t know I had the ability to spot lies. If I thought Dzidor was a skillful liar, Adzo made her look like an angel. It was always a source of constant fights between us.

When I finished with my second degree, life became tough. I was home, a card-carrying member of the Unemployed Association of Ghana. I was laying around, and each passing day, failure got the worst of me. I saw the disappointment in my father’s eyes. It showed in the way he spoke and behaved towards me. I was determined not to just sit at home, so I started driving Uber. The car belonged to my brother-in-law, but it was bad. It consumed a lot of fuel, and at the end of the day, I got nothing.

While I was slaving away trying to make ends meet, Adzo, who was also unemployed and at her house, would make video calls and show intimate parts of her body to one of the men she had told me not to worry about because he was ‘just a friend’. Don’t ask me how I know this. Past experiences had turned me into an FBI agent. I could be in my house but know everything she was doing in hers. I broke up with her several times, but she just wouldn’t leave. One day she even told me, “If you dare leave me, I’ll take you to Nogokpo.” When I heard it, my heart was beating so fast. I was scared, so I took it to the Lord in prayer. I went down on my knees and asked God to take this burden away from me. And He did.

You would think after being shown pepper by these two women, I would move away from that side of town. But nooooo. Women from that side are very pleasing to the eyes. They are good cooks and really know how to love when they do love you. They know how to pamper a man and make him feel loved. So when I met Elorm, I didn’t hesitate to let her know how I felt. She agreed, and we started dating. Along the line, she told me she had never been with a man before. She was young and naïve, so full of laughter and joy. I saw it as an opportunity to groom and nurture her into a woman I would be proud to call my wife. I didn’t touch her.

By then, I had started working, but it was a temporary contract that required me to travel around the country. I supported Elorm in every way I could—financially, emotionally, even with her studies. One day, after dating for over a year, Elorm visited and said she felt ready to be intimate. I asked her if she was sure, and she said she was. Indeed, she hadn’t been touched by any man before. I was proud. I knew I would one day make her mine. It became a thing we did often, but I felt guilty every time because we are both Christians. My conscience kept eating at me, so I told Elorm we needed to stop. She said she couldn’t and wouldn’t. We went back and forth until she reluctantly agreed.

Then I started noticing changes in her, and my FBI skills kicked in. I found out she was arranging to meet a guy who had shown interest in her at a movie house. My own Elorm? The one I was nurturing to be mine someday? Meeting another guy? I was devastated. We ended things amicably.

Around that same time, my contract ended, and I was back with the unemployed association. I attended a workshop one day after staying home for years without a stable job. After the workshop, I befriended one of the resource persons, a man called Dr. Afriyie. I befriended him because he had studied the same course I took for my second degree, and I felt he could help me land a job with his connections.

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One day, I joined him for a birthday party. While sitting in his car, he turned to me and said, ‘Kweku, take your Christian life seriously. It is only God who can open doors of opportunities for you.’ That day, I wept a little. And then I decided to take his advice.

The Bible says, *‘Seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you.’*

When I did, my life turned around miraculously. I never even imagined I would find a woman I would settle down with, but I did. I found Adwoa, a virgin at the age of thirty-two, and we got married. We are now settled in the United States, and our love story is still being written.

So I’m giving you the same advice I got from Dr. Afriyie… ‘Kweku, if you are a Christian, take your Christian life seriously. It is only God who can open doors of opportunities for you.’