I met a man who said he wanted to know more about me. I called him Mr. Andoh because he looked older. From the way he talked to me and from the tone of his text messages, I knew he wanted a relationship. He called me Ohemaa when I’d told him I was Hannah. He used “Dear” anytime he made a request. He jovially talked about the future of us as if we were married.
He was almost ten years older than I was. That alone was a thing for me. I needed a man within my age bracket. Someone I would be friends with. Someone I would grow old together with. This man wasn’t. Apart from that, he came from a tribe my parents would say no to. I didn’t want to introduce him to that struggle so right from the onset, I knew a relationship wouldn’t work between us.
He kept coming. He kept looking for an opportunity to be close to me. He wasn’t a bad person. He gave to me freely. He talked to me with respect. He said please before talking to me. It was hard telling him off so I decided I would be…….Read Full Story Here.………..
