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My phone rang while I was sleeping. I checked who was calling and it was my boyfriend. The time was 1:15 am. I wondered what was pursuing him that he would call me at that time. When I picked up the phone, I heard a woman’s voice. She sounded like she was crying or had been crying all night. She said, “Do you know the man you’re dating is my husband? We have three…”
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I quickly cut the line before she could complete her statement. “A.K is married? Nah, this can’t be true. It better be a prank.”
The number called again and again but I didn’t pick up. I was shaking. My heart was beating abnormally as if it already knew the truth. But my mind was in denial. I’d dated A.K for two years and nothing about him showed he was married.
I met him in church. That Sunday, a couple who had gotten married the previous day had come to church for thanksgiving, so after their thanksgiving, the pastor called all single women who wanted to be married in a year’s time to walk to the altar. I didn’t even have a boyfriend but I walked to the altar with faith, telling myself God could do everything.
After church that day, A.K stopped me and we talked. He said, “A year by this time, it could be you and me.” I felt embarrassed. He had seen me walk to the altar and had approached. We didn’t talk for long. We only exchanged numbers and parted.
Two weeks later, he called. He called when I thought he had given up on me. He asked me if I was serious about marriage in a year and I said, “Not necessarily a year but whatever God brings to the table I will take it.” We talked consistently for about two weeks before he came to see where I lived. That day, he proposed and I accepted.
He was working in Ahafo with a mining company and I was in Kumasi. It’s quite a distance but love travels even over the ocean. When the relationship started, he came over once a month and I would go to his place once a month too, so in a month we met twice.
I knew all his friends. Wherever he went in Ahafo, I followed him. I knew his favorite joints and the houses of all his friends. Akala is his best friend. He called me house owner, meaning I owned the house of A.K.
We dated for seven months and I got pregnant. At that time he told me they had a contract in Sierra Leone and the contract was going to last for two years, and because he didn’t want me to go through the pregnancy alone, I should let go so we would do it again when he returned. It was hard for me but I let it go.
He traveled to Sierra Leone but spent only six months and returned. He told me he would go again but never went back. I was happy he was around. I got to see him whenever I wanted to. A few months after his return, I got pregnant again. That one too, we used the fact that we were not married as an excuse to let it go.
But before I let that one go, I made him promise and give me timelines as to when we were going to get married. He placed his hand on his chest, looked into my eyes and said, “Next year by this time, you’ll wear my ring. I will call you my wife and you’ll call me your husband.” His friend Akala was there when A.K made this promise to me.
Just two months after the promise, a call came through to tell me A.K was married. After the lady’s call, I never picked any call from his phone until he texted to tell me he was going to call and explain everything. Before he could call, Akala called. He said, “Hmm, it’s not easy but I’ve always tried to find a way to tell you the whole truth. Yes he’s married but it’s not any proper marriage.”
According to Akala, A.K got the lady pregnant and the family of the lady forced him to do the knocking rite to signify that there was a bond that the family was aware of. “It wasn’t a proper marriage,” he said. “He did something to show there’s something, that’s all. If they were married, why is she not living here with him?”
When A.K called, he apologized profusely for not telling me the whole truth. He repeated what Akala said and added, “It’s not a proper marriage. It was just knocking. I can break it today if I want to so don’t worry.”
I believed them but a few weeks later, his wife called with her own line. She said, “I was talking to you the other day and you cut the line. Do you think you’re the only one he has told these lies? He probably told you our marriage wasn’t proper marriage, right? That it was just a knocking rite he performed, right?”
I asked what she wanted from me and she said, “Just stay away from him. You’re wasting your time.” I don’t know where the courage came from but I responded, “Stop calling me and deal with him yourself.”
She sent me their wedding photos, when they were signing their marriage certificate. She sent me photos of when they had their third child. She sent me screenshots of conversations between her and A.K where A.K was swearing I was the one pushing myself on him and probably had given him ‘Bɛdi ankɔ‘ so he would see a pastor.”
In their wedding photos, Akala was the best man. When they were naming their third child, Akala was the one carrying the child in the photo. Akala had been there with A.K since school time. That was the part of the story that shocked me.
I took a car one late afternoon and traveled to Ahafo. I got there in the evening and luckily for me, Akala was in the hall with A.K. I took two white eggs from my bag and a bottle of schnapps. A.K got up and started approaching, telling me to stop that. I smashed one egg and started cursing them. I started with Akala: “You knew the truth but helped him lie to me. May you go through worse lies. May you suffer in life until you die and your death should be a painful one.”
By the time I was cursing A.K, they came to grab me, forcing the second egg from my hand but unfortunately for them, the egg fell and cracked. I smashed the schnapps and started pronouncing my curses. That he would lose everything he had gained in life and also suffer a painful death. “You’ll see worms in your body while alive! You’ll beg for death to come for you but it will tarry.”
They both tried to calm me down. They were trying hard to make me listen to them but I blocked my ears. I forced myself out of their grip and left the room. A few guys had gathered in front of the door asking what was going on. I walked through them like a gallant soldier and left.
Days later, I called his wife and apologized to her. I was crying. She was also crying. I told her what I had done and told her to be careful of Akala. “He’s not on your side. He had been the catalyst in our relationship since day one.”
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Before I ended the call, she said, “Please forgive them and recall the curse.” I responded, “Never!”
I’ve blocked them everywhere possible. A.K came home with an elderly man to speak to me. I left my house for them. By the time I came back in the evening, they had left. I’m waiting for a year. If nothing happens to them, I will go to a fetish priest and consolidate the curses there. Two empty pregnancies only to be treated this way? A life for a life.
—Akyea
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