Bonjour, was the first message I received that sunny afternoon from an unknown number that ends with ‘26’. It was quite strange but I was forced to say “bon après midi” with my little knowledge in French. It happened so quick on the evening of the same day when we spoke for four hours.
The tone, mood, and setting were most convenient except Tigo will not allow us to have a fruitful chat. We both ran out of credit and we swapped sim cards and the conversation ranged from science to literature, romance to religion and future plans.
Even though I had not seen his face, his voice was sweet enough to make me fall deeply in love; this feeling was strange and stupid. A woman of my caliber should not fall for ‘strangers’ and not to talk of blind dating when there were so many in the queue with better ‘goodies’.
But this guy, Tami, was exceptionally brilliant, smart and appears to have a balanced life. An ideal man I have always dreamt of and to crown it all he drives a ‘4WD’ (You know how Ghanaian girls love men with cars.) Then I exclaimed, God thank you so much for answering my prayers!
We started exchanging WhatsApp messages and chatting and giggling and we became fond of each other. But just three days into the relationship, his interest waned and I became a bit frustrated. I was always the one doing the calling and in my usual egoistic way, I told myself that I will never call him again.
On one Saturday afternoon when I was quite busy at the office, a call came through from Tami and said he ‘I am in your neigbhourhood and I wish to see you’. My ego told me not to go but the affection was too strong and I finally gave in.
I saw him and he picked me in his 4WD. We drove straight to my house but we sat in the car while chatting and debating issues but the focal point of the discussion was sex.
I was very uncomfortable at this stage but I had to play the hard girl role in this conversation. We dashed to Chicken Republic and bought some grilled full chicken and ice cream where we talked and got quite intimate. By the time we could check the time it was 12:30am and driving back to Dansoman was quite risky for Tami.
The alternative solution was to get a guest house for him. Upon arrival, Tami said he couldn’t stay alone. I was confused and happy because I felt he needed me around but what could the implication of being around be.
I stayed on as it was the usual thing to do. We talked till we could no longer get any topic to debate and then he asked what would be wrong if we share the same bed. I hastily replied ‘nothing’.
We then slept by each other on the same bed and I fell asleep. But as nature will have it, I woke up in the middle of the night only to see that Tami has been awake all these while and he said to me ‘Kafui, I love you beyond measure’.
He started drawing close to me and I kept going back but strangely he told me not to try to run away because he has the keys in his pocket. Could this be a dream?
Unexpectedly, he pushed me unto the bed and he raped me mercilessly, with so much passion while I wept and wailed. He kept saying to me ‘you are so sweet, green and fun and u wanted to deny me all these?’ I got you and that is why I came to see and taste you.
After that devilish incident, he opted to drop me home but I lost the courage to talk, walk and even think. He then left me very early in the morning and drove off. Ten minutes later, he sent me an sms which read ‘sorry I broke your virginity and took away your pride but I must add you were sweet’.
I went home very disgusted and devastated but didn’t have the courage to tell anyone or report it. This was a guy I met five days ago and didn’t know his house, his friends and any relative or who to go to or how to even direct the police to arrest him.
I have been foolish, to say the least and this memory is as fresh as the bath I took this morning. Now I am afraid of what will become of me and I fear for the new guy who has fallen in love with me now. My dear, I FEAR FOR YOU.
