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If you haven’t read the second part of this story, here’s the link . Kindly read it before starting this one.
I would be very honest – when I realized I was pregnant, I didn’t think about any other person but Kalou. When he came back the last time, everything was so good we were intimate at any opportunity we had. I remember him asking me, “What have you done to me that I can’t stay off you for even a day? Did you take me to your hometown gods?” I asked him the same question and even told him, “I hope someday my mom understands that you’re the one I truly want.”
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Three months pregnant, but within those three months, the only person I knew and thought of was Kalou. I didn’t even think of Sam because his era looked like ancient days. Sam said we could remain friends but we hardly talked or met. At one point he hated me so much he told my friends he wished Kalou left me and broke my heart again.
In his story, he said my mom got to know before he got to know. I won’t say he lied. I’ve known him for years. He was everything but a liar. Maybe he has changed but I will still give him the benefit of the doubt. Pain can make you forget a lot because pain can reshape your life and put you in places you never thought existed. If he planned to also tell a lie, then it’s between him and his God.
When my mom got to know about the pregnancy, she didn’t even know Kalou’s tribe. She was angry with me because she expected a certificate after school and not a pregnancy. While she insulted me she insulted the man who got me pregnant and called him uncultured. She screamed, “If this man had sense of culture and duty, he would have brought you home first before anything.”
My mom called everyone she had to call to announce the pregnancy. When she asked who did it and I refused to mention the name, she got infuriated and asked me to leave her house.
I went back to Kalou’s house and spent a week until I heard my mom was worriedly looking for me. When I was going back home, I went with Kalou. My mom was dazed with anger and wasn’t ready to listen to him. If she had the strength, she would have beaten the two of us. My mom overreacted but trust me, Kalou was a gentleman. While my mom screamed at him, he spoke calmly to my mom and said, “It has happened. Let’s talk about the future. If there’s something I need to do to show how sorry I am, I’m willing to do it.”
My mom screamed, “I will never allow a man like you to marry my daughter. I took care of her all alone. I can do the same with my grandchild. What respect do you have to marry my daughter?”
All this while, she wasn’t aware of his tribe until she asked one day and I told her. She said, “No wonder. You see what I tell you everyday! That’s what they are. They don’t respect women. I told you.”
So Kalou couldn’t come home to see me. We only talked on the phone. He could come to town, lodge in a guesthouse so I could go and see him. He brought money. He brought love. He was worried my mom was treating him that way yet was optimistic my mom would calm down as the days went by.
We waited for a year – my mom didn’t change her mind. Two years, she still insisted she wouldn’t allow Kalou into her home. She had always been the one person for me so I didn’t know who I should run to. Kalou played the fatherly role, sent money, brought items for the kids, paid school fees and everything. We thought that would convince my mom to change her stand. She still said over her dead body.
When my child was growing up, she started changing in looks. She resembled me as a baby but as time went by she began to look like Sam. Her eyebrows were as thick as Sam’s and her eyes. I tried to overlook them but as time went on, I couldn’t ignore. I hadn’t spoken to Sam for ages but I texted him one evening and asked him to send a photo. When he did, I looked at the photo and I shivered. The girl was four years old.
I sent the photo of my daughter to Sam and asked him what he sees in her eyes. He answered, “Nothing.” I told him, “I’m not trying to put anything on you or make you responsible for my child but looking at how the whole pregnancy happened and the events surrounding our breakup, I want to be sure who the father is.”
It took me a lot of convincing and begging to have him come around for the DNA test. It turned out he was the real father of my daughter and not Kalou.
I had only two weeks to leave the country. When Sam asked what we were supposed to do, I told him, “I’m sure now. Let’s talk about it when you’re ready. I’m not forcing you. Whenever you’re ready, let me know.”
I told my mom about the test days before I left the country. I told her I didn’t know how to address it so I would rather go and later think of what next to do. Of course, I knew what my mom was capable of and indeed she didn’t disappoint. Since I had no defense or wasn’t ready to talk about the whole incident, I switched off on Kalou thinking the problem would solve itself somehow. But it blew up in my face.
When I saw the story I tried to feel sorry for him. I said he was right to feel whatever way he wanted to feel. He was the victim and had every right to victimhood. When I called him after reading the story, I was ready to tell him everything that happened and tell him I myself didn’t know until very late but he went on threatening me thinking it was because of what he said in the story that got me to respond.
Let me tell you this, Kalou, I’m sorry for everything that happened. I honestly am but you can’t claim innocence. You knew Sam was there. You are witness to how the pregnancy took us by surprise. I couldn’t do the math well, I apologize but I want to assure you that those threats don’t get to me. If you have the power to make me appear in my mother’s bed, then use the same power to appear in this country instead since you have the desire to travel here someday.
I can swear my innocence wherever you take me but can you swear that you didn’t know about Sam? That I didn’t tell you I was intimate with Sam? That the pregnancy didn’t take us unaware? I was living with you day and night so how would I know the one I did with Sam months ago was responsible for the pregnancy?
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You’ve been a good father to a child who is not yours. I can understand your pain but after everything I’ve told you, if you still insist on hurting me, then I’m ready. Do it. Take me to Ghana. It’s even cheaper since I’m not going to buy tickets. Tell me the date your gods will bring me back home so I won’t forget to take a few of my dresses. Go ahead and do it!
—Kalou
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