I got a small Nissan and a nail shop. Before long he was spending some nights over at my place and then toward the end of the relationship he was spending entire weekends with me.
I became quite confident that I was the chosen one. He told me so many things about his wife being lazy, unkempt, uncultured and just distasteful to him that even though I didn’t know her, I felt both sorry and hateful towards her.
Then one day when he was late to our date, I called him and she picked up.
Given everything I had been told about her, and thinking she was this weak, insecure woman, and thinking I was the bead b!
+ch in charge, I yelled on the phone, “Give the phone to Teye! I did not call you!
” There were a few seconds of silence and then, “Excuse me?
” Then I repeated myself, “I said give the phone to Teye! ”
The call disconnected.
I got a bad feeling.
A while later I saw him driving hastily into my compound. I think it was the spirit of my dearly beloved ancestors who advised me to lock my door.
The man got out of his car with a fly swatter, I hadn’t told him I had flies in my house. He banged on my door with such fury!
He demanded I open the door.
How dare I call and insult his wife, all the while yelling, “Ashawo woman.
” Neighbors came to calm him down, because he was trying to break down my door.
This man later brought a carpenter to break my door and pack furniture and electronics he had given me while I was at work. It took my neighbor informing me and me rushing home with police to stop him.
Eventually I had to barricade me door and ran to my mother in the central region for a while to get him to leave me alone. He did hire a tow truck to tow my car though.
He came to my shop and told me, as for the shop I should keep it because it’s compensation for sleeping with me ( say that I’m twi with a Krobo accent).
My mother blamed me for not bringing him “home to the central region for her to feed him.“
