We had been in an unbreakable relationship for three years and were still counting until she met one pot-bellied man of a sponsor. Love Asɛm is her name, and she was affectionately called Ɔdɔ Asɛm back in SHS.
She was the most beautiful human I had ever set my eyes on. There were days I wondered if she was indeed human. Her beauty was beyond human understanding. Even though the beautiful ones were not yet born, I was forced to believe that she took the lead with her appearance. She never ceased to amaze and awe me. Her eyes shone as bright as sunrise, her nose was more pointed than Kilimanjaro into the sky. Her skin was as soft as a new born baby's buttocks and her lips looked mouth-watering than a bowl of “Fufu” [a Ghanaian dish usually made from pounded cassava and plantain] with Palm nut soup alongside goat meat. There was no physical dent on her body. Unlike many ladies she had no stretch marks, no scars, no acne, no dark spots; no blemishes. She was prettier than all the Disney animated characters, and to top it all, she was the most intelligent student our school could ever have, as she led the school's team to win the National Science and Maths Quiz three Conservative times. I believed she could have competed with professor Allotey if he was alive. She had won the overall best BECE candidate and was awarded a scholarship by the President.
Chemistry literally brought us together. The scholarship meant that she didn't have to pay any tuition fees but she was still a needy girl. Her parents could not even afford her books for school. Seeing her borrow text books in school made me unhappy so I decided to extend a helping hand. I became friends with her with no strings attached. Our relationship then, was purely platonic, and was devoid of any strong emotional attachments. It was mutually beneficial as she helped me better my grades in Maths and Science while I extended some financial assistance to her.
From looking into each other’s eyes at prep to holding hands on our way to the dining hall, we developed feelings for each other and I went ahead to propose to her. Knowing ladies, no matter how strong they feel about you, the reply would always be an “I will think about it” before the much anticipated YES or NO. Her love for me was undeniable and that made her response unusually early. We dated through High School successfully abstaining from sex. I on the other was a Virgin but she confessed to me that she wasn't. She lost her virginity in trying to better this same financial constraint she was going through with her poor mother and bed stricken father. I didn't have sex with her because that would be fornication in the first place and also seeming payment for my financial assistance to her.
I knew we were meant to be together when we both gained admission into the Ghana Institute of Journalism, GIJ. I majored Public Relations and she did Journalism, and in Level 100 we ended up in the same class again usually sitting side by side. I loved her deeply and didn't want to lose her but her expenses kept shooting up. Expenses her mother could not take care of. I decide to get a job at one of the classy restaurants as a waiter, working six hours a day for a wage of GH¢100. With this I was able to rent a hostel for her, settle her tuition fee, utility bills, food and even clothes. She now became like an investment plan for me. I loved her genuinely and did not want to see her suffer in anyway.
After every month, I gave her half of my salary to take to her mother. That same money also catered for the medical expenses of her father and who always sent his gratitude.
My friends warned me to take it slow when they realised how stressed out I was anytime I came back from work. They told me to break up with her quickly before one sugar daddy snatches her away from me. I paid no heed to their advice because I was blinded by the love I had for her. They told me she was too beautiful and that if I didn't take care, I will sow seeds for someone else to reap the harvest of my labour.
Then the chains fell. She changed towards me for no reasonable reason. Her class score reduced from a perfect score to average. She had to rewrite some of her IA's. Though her hostel was only 20 minutes away from school, she was always late for lectures. She always dozed off during the morning class and when I went over to visit her one evening at her hostel, I was told by one of her roommates that she had gone out. Soon she was seen on all campus outing and party advertising banners. She began wearing clothes I did not buy for her. Her level changed to designer wears. She was now spotted only in Louis Vuitton, Gucci, George and Next clothes. She changed her perfume, shoes and bags. She always missed my calls and when she picked up would come up with an excuse that she was busy. She was slowly slipping through my hands, and i couldn't get any reason to fathom it.
Now I began wondering whether she might be seeing another man. It kept me wondering what she wanted; because I gave her all the money and attention she needed until she started avoiding me. My friends told me she was probably seeing one “Alhaji” [a term sometimes used to refer to middle aged men of high class] but I refused to believe it. I changed my place of work to another restaurant that would pay me more for less hours just so I could spend more time with her. One Wednesday evening I was finally able to meet her at her residence. She kept mute the whole time and only talked when I asked a question. This was unusual. It looked as if she wanted to say something but couldn't find the right words to say it. I asked her to confide in me but she couldn't. I told her that anytime she was ready to talk I would be there to listen to her. When I was leaving she didn't even let me kiss her. As my lips were about to land on her's but she turned her head and my lips landed on her cheeks instead.
I thought she not kissing me anymore was worse until I saw her bend over a table to kiss one man who looked forty to fifty years old at the new restaurant where I worked.
It was a fine and cool evening and I was doing my jobs as a waiter. As I lifted the ceramic plates into the square plastic bowls and wiped the table with a cotton napkin, I saw the shocking sight when I lifted my eyes. She was dressed in a sparkling red dress which I quickly noticed was not part of the clothes I bought for her the previous month. For a moment everything around came to a halt except the lips of Ɔdɔ Asɛm and the Old man who busily interlocking into each other. The square bowl which contained the ceramic plates left my hands and crushed down the Italian tiles of table 37. Everyone around at that instance including her turned to look at me.The look in her face when she saw me was that of surprise and shame.
I was angry with myself while I sat in the bus back to my hostel after I closed from work that Friday evening. I then realized I had wasted my time, energy, money and love on a girl I thought loved me. She left me for an older man. One that would spend on her lavishly in ways I couldn't. When I arrived one of my roommates handed a letter to me and stated that it was from Ɔdɔ Asɛm . I opened the letter and it read.
Dear Kofi,
I am very sorry that things would have to end up his way. It is over between us. I can't love you anymore. I know I promised to never leave your side but I have met another that can take better care of my expenses without making it feel that I owe him. From now on I do not know you. Assume I never even existed, because you are like a pencil mark I want to erase. Thank you for all the help you have given to me and my parents but I do not love you anymore.
It's over between us.
Ɔdɔ Asɛm had betrayed my love for her. What else did she want from me? I worked six hours a day, five times a week and gave her my wages. I took care of her parents and her college tuition. I rented a hostel costing1,800.00 Ghana Cedis and paid her utility bills. I bought her 50Ghana Cedis of prepaid every week. I filled her gas cooker which I bought for her every time she had run out of gas. I paid for her hair, pedicure and manicure. In High school, I bought her provisions and textbooks. There was even a time that I even bought her panties and sanitary pads. I does she know the kind of emotional and psychological price I had to pay anytime I walked in a shop and turned to the ladies corner or moved over to the sanitary pads section? I did all of these continuously for four years, and this was what she could offer in return.
That night I did not cry, I wept miserably because I was warned. I followed my heart and refused to take my head along. She made a fool out of me. She had betrayed me. She insulted my very existence. Even though my friends foretold this I still did not listen. My mom also said it. I remember when she even told me to take it easy with spending on her even though I was madly in love with her.
“Maame Hwɛ!” [mother look!]
“Hwɛ nea Ɔbaa no de ayɛ Me” [look at what the girl has done to me]
…Inspired by Delvin Kwabena Owusu Gyimah …
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We had been in an unbreakable relationship for three years and were still counting until she met one pot-bellied man of a sponsor. Love Asɛm is her name, and she was affectionately called Ɔdɔ Asɛm back in SHS.
She was the most beautiful human I had ever set my eyes on. There were days I wondered if she was indeed human. Her beauty was beyond human understanding. Even though the beautiful ones were not yet born, I was forced to believe that she took the lead with her appearance. She never ceased to amaze and awe me. Her eyes shone as bright as sunrise, her nose was more pointed than Kilimanjaro into the sky. Her skin was as soft as a new born baby's buttocks and her lips looked mouth-watering than a bowl of “Fufu” [a Ghanaian dish usually made from pounded cassava and plantain] with Palm nut soup alongside goat meat. There was no physical dent on her body. Unlike many ladies she had no stretch marks, no scars, no acne, no dark spots; no blemishes. She was prettier than all the Disney animated characters, and to top it all, she was the most intelligent student our school could ever have, as she led the school's team to win the National Science and Maths Quiz three Conservative times. I believed she could have competed with professor Allotey if he was alive. She had won the overall best BECE candidate and was awarded a scholarship by the President.
Chemistry literally brought us together. The scholarship meant that she didn't have to pay any tuition fees but she was still a needy girl. Her parents could not even afford her books for school. Seeing her borrow text books in school made me unhappy so I decided to extend a helping hand. I became friends with her with no strings attached. Our relationship then, was purely platonic, and was devoid of any strong emotional attachments. It was mutually beneficial as she helped me better my grades in Maths and Science while I extended some financial assistance to her.
From looking into each other’s eyes at prep to holding hands on our way to the dining hall, we developed feelings for each other and I went ahead to propose to her. Knowing ladies, no matter how strong they feel about you, the reply would always be an “I will think about it” before the much anticipated YES or NO. Her love for me was undeniable and that made her response unusually early. We dated through High School successfully abstaining from sex. I on the other was a Virgin but she confessed to me that she wasn't. She lost her virginity in trying to better this same financial constraint she was going through with her poor mother and bed stricken father. I didn't have sex with her because that would be fornication in the first place and also seeming payment for my financial assistance to her.
I knew we were meant to be together when we both gained admission into the Ghana Institute of Journalism, GIJ. I majored Public Relations and she did Journalism, and in Level 100 we ended up in the same class again usually sitting side by side. I loved her deeply and didn't want to lose her but her expenses kept shooting up. Expenses her mother could not take care of. I decide to get a job at one of the classy restaurants as a waiter, working six hours a day for a wage of GH¢100. With this I was able to rent a hostel for her, settle her tuition fee, utility bills, food and even clothes. She now became like an investment plan for me. I loved her genuinely and did not want to see her suffer in anyway.
After every month, I gave her half of my salary to take to her mother. That same money also catered for the medical expenses of her father and who always sent his gratitude.
My friends warned me to take it slow when they realised how stressed out I was anytime I came back from work. They told me to break up with her quickly before one sugar daddy snatches her away from me. I paid no heed to their advice because I was blinded by the love I had for her. They told me she was too beautiful and that if I didn't take care, I will sow seeds for someone else to reap the harvest of my labour.
Then the chains fell. She changed towards me for no reasonable reason. Her class score reduced from a perfect score to average. She had to rewrite some of her IA's. Though her hostel was only 20 minutes away from school, she was always late for lectures. She always dozed off during the morning class and when I went over to visit her one evening at her hostel, I was told by one of her roommates that she had gone out. Soon she was seen on all campus outing and party advertising banners. She began wearing clothes I did not buy for her. Her level changed to designer wears. She was now spotted only in Louis Vuitton, Gucci, George and Next clothes. She changed her perfume, shoes and bags. She always missed my calls and when she picked up would come up with an excuse that she was busy. She was slowly slipping through my hands, and i couldn't get any reason to fathom it.
Now I began wondering whether she might be seeing another man. It kept me wondering what she wanted; because I gave her all the money and attention she needed until she started avoiding me. My friends told me she was probably seeing one “Alhaji” [a term sometimes used to refer to middle aged men of high class] but I refused to believe it. I changed my place of work to another restaurant that would pay me more for less hours just so I could spend more time with her. One Wednesday evening I was finally able to meet her at her residence. She kept mute the whole time and only talked when I asked a question. This was unusual. It looked as if she wanted to say something but couldn't find the right words to say it. I asked her to confide in me but she couldn't. I told her that anytime she was ready to talk I would be there to listen to her. When I was leaving she didn't even let me kiss her. As my lips were about to land on her's but she turned her head and my lips landed on her cheeks instead.
I thought she not kissing me anymore was worse until I saw her bend over a table to kiss one man who looked forty to fifty years old at the new restaurant where I worked.
It was a fine and cool evening and I was doing my jobs as a waiter. As I lifted the ceramic plates into the square plastic bowls and wiped the table with a cotton napkin, I saw the shocking sight when I lifted my eyes. She was dressed in a sparkling red dress which I quickly noticed was not part of the clothes I bought for her the previous month. For a moment everything around came to a halt except the lips of Ɔdɔ Asɛm and the Old man who busily interlocking into each other. The square bowl which contained the ceramic plates left my hands and crushed down the Italian tiles of table 37. Everyone around at that instance including her turned to look at me.The look in her face when she saw me was that of surprise and shame.
I was angry with myself while I sat in the bus back to my hostel after I closed from work that Friday evening. I then realized I had wasted my time, energy, money and love on a girl I thought loved me. She left me for an older man. One that would spend on her lavishly in ways I couldn't. When I arrived one of my roommates handed a letter to me and stated that it was from Ɔdɔ Asɛm . I opened the letter and it read.
Dear Kofi,
I am very sorry that things would have to end up his way. It is over between us. I can't love you anymore. I know I promised to never leave your side but I have met another that can take better care of my expenses without making it feel that I owe him. From now on I do not know you. Assume I never even existed, because you are like a pencil mark I want to erase. Thank you for all the help you have given to me and my parents but I do not love you anymore.
It's over between us.
Ɔdɔ Asɛm had betrayed my love for her. What else did she want from me? I worked six hours a day, five times a week and gave her my wages. I took care of her parents and her college tuition. I rented a hostel costing1,800.00 Ghana Cedis and paid her utility bills. I bought her 50Ghana Cedis of prepaid every week. I filled her gas cooker which I bought for her every time she had run out of gas. I paid for her hair, pedicure and manicure. In High school, I bought her provisions and textbooks. There was even a time that I even bought her panties and sanitary pads. I does she know the kind of emotional and psychological price I had to pay anytime I walked in a shop and turned to the ladies corner or moved over to the sanitary pads section? I did all of these continuously for four years, and this was what she could offer in return.
That night I did not cry, I wept miserably because I was warned. I followed my heart and refused to take my head along. She made a fool out of me. She had betrayed me. She insulted my very existence. Even though my friends foretold this I still did not listen. My mom also said it. I remember when she even told me to take it easy with spending on her even though I was madly in love with her.
“Maame Hwɛ!” [mother look!]
“Hwɛ nea Ɔbaa no de ayɛ Me” [look at what the girl has done to me]
…Inspired by Delvin Kwabena Owusu Gyimah …
Aba Radical
The Photographer of Thoughts
Fb: Mercy Aba Blankson
Twitter: @aba radical
IG: Aba Radical
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