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I left my family for a widow because home was unbearable



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I abandoned my family for another lady. And the other woman didn’t even want something substantial; she just wanted to be with someone. When I asked her to marry me, she declined, which shocked me because she had previously stated that she did not want to marry again. Nonetheless, I abandoned my wife and two children to be with her, the other lady; another woman.

All my life, I’ve only known hard labour. My grandfather, like my father before him, was a mason. And, despite having the possibility for further education, I was unable to find suitable employment, so I took up my family’s trade, and the firm grew thanks to my benefit of higher education.

My wife and I met while she was a student nurse. In reality, I met her while working on a contract with her school. When she attracted my attention, I had been hired to build a number of tutor’s bungalows. We quickly became fast friends, then lovers. We were great friends because she was hilarious, clever, and down to earth. I was so in love with her at the time that the concept of another lady never crossed my mind.

Her mother, who was her entire provider, died not long after I started seeing her. She was halfway through school at the time and would have been forced to drop out if I hadn’t stepped in and assumed financial responsibility.

I grew up in a broken family. My father insisted on keeping my siblings and me after my parents split. My father and his wife’s house was a huge mess. My stepmother was young, had no children of her own, and was forced to raise three children, one a teenager and two preteens. She was in over her head, and my father went about his business as if nothing was wrong. I recall sobbing many nights for my mum because I missed her. When my father was still married to her, everything was easy and enjoyable. I was constantly bewildered and terrified around my stepmother; I never knew where the next smack would come from.

So, when my girlfriend eventually became my wife, I told her that if we were going to break up and torment our children, I’d rather not have them. I told her about my parents’ broken marriage and how it had affected me. My wife told me that we would work through any issues that arose. She told me she knew I cherished her and that she knew I adored her. And she pledged to return my feelings.

Everything was OK with us. We had our first kid two years after she finished nursing school. The second one came two years after the first. My wife was then sent to a large, bustling hospital in Accra. That’s when my problems started.

It started with harmless comments about how most of the other nurses were married to physicians and how wonderful it all seemed. The question then changed to, “Can’t you get another job?”

Then she started urging me to invest in Chinese imports. She merely wanted to convince her coworkers that her husband was a businessman since she thought it was embarrassing that I was a mason.

The nagging gradually switched from criticising my career to pulling me down as a person. My hands were too calloused, I chewed too noisily, sneezed too frequently, and my breath stank. She stated that my teeth had yellowed. She abruptly began complaining that I snored too loudly and began sleeping in our children’s room. She grumbled about everything I did.

Everything about me became a source of contention, including the way I moved, talked, dressed, ate, and parented. It was as if she expected me to cease being myself and become someone else, most likely one of her physicians. And I tried everything I could to make her happy. It was just not doable. And she had no motive to change since she knew I was frightened of breaking up with her for the sake of my children.

The demeaning and verbal abuse carried on for at least two and a half years. The more I fought, the more she emasculated me. I was constantly either depressed or enraged. To avoid her, I started staying out late and leaving early; it was a dreadful existence for me.

I was napping in my car one day while parked by a renowned fish restaurant when a woman tapped on my passenger window and beckoned for me to pull down the window. I did. Her tone was kind and concerned when she spoke to me.

“Why do you always park here and sleep? Go home,” She said.

I smiled at her and said, “Home is unbearable.”

To my eternal shame, a single tear trickled down my cheek.

She pretended not to see the tear and handed me a bottle of water to wash my face. Then she offered me to come along with her and her buddies. That’s how I met her; through another lady.

You don’t understand how quickly you’ve been running, how hard you’ve been working, and how fatigued you are until someone steps behind you and says, “It’s okay, you can fall down now, I’ll catch you.”

As a result, I fell. For another lady. And she had me. She caught me despite being widowed with grown children and unwilling to marry again.

That is how and why I abandoned my family in favour of another lady. Unlike my father, I did not take the children from their mother; I adore them, and I still adore my ex. But I’m not going back; I could die or, worse, murder her.



I introduced her to fraud but she scammed me and married my Canadian-based friend




I introduced her to fraud but she scammed me and married my Canadian-based friend

I used to do fraud. Someone introduced it to my buddy, who then introduced it to me. The game has different stages. We were at the bottom of the game’s ladder, so we didn’t make much money, but the risk involved was excellent. Aside from the danger, you must labour every day in order to earn GHC500 every week.

We slept very little because our clients were all over the world, and because of the time difference, we had to stay awake in order to communicate with them. I had a major hit one day. I received GHC7,000 from a bargain and immediately purchased an iPhone for my girlfriend, Cynthia. She was aware that I was involved in fraud, yet she was uninterested. She became interested in the business when I gave her the iPhone and told her how I obtained it.

So when I had a customer who claimed to be a girl, Cynthia was the one who spoke to them. She was the one who set up the video calls. We were still struggling. We halted operations since the money was not flowing as promised.

Life was difficult for two jobless lovers. I couldn’t help her. I couldn’t help myself, so we relied on the generosity of friends who were succeeding in the game.

Ernest, a buddy of mine from Canada, came over one day, and we were all hanging around. Cynthia later informed me, “Your friend likes me.” He was licking his lips and staring at me in some way. Let’s go get some money from him. Tell him I’m not your girlfriend. Allow him to take me so we may obtain money from him.”

Ernest was formerly a player in the game. He went outdoors after getting money. I warned Cynthia Ernest that she might catch the hint, but she was so enthusiastic about collecting money that we gave it a shot. “Don’t let him sleep with you,” was the lone caution. Never.”

She brought me GHC 500 a week later. “He gave me 1,000 GHC.” “That’s your cut,” she explained.

Ernest was hiding the affair because he was afraid I would be upset if I found out he was seeing my sister. He was even concealing it from the team, but we were aware of what was going on.

He was here for a month, and we earned a lot of money.

He was still sending money after he left. Cynthia gave me my portion. I got a job and advised her not to see Ernest anymore. She didn’t give up. It escalated into a brawl, in which I threatened to let the cat out of the bag. “If you try it, you’ll go to jail,” she said. You know I’m familiar with all of your previous transactions. How much money can you offer me to get me to quit seeing Ernest?”

Cynthia is currently in Canada with Ernest, where they are having the time of their life. I tear up when I see their images. When I see these videos on Instagram, I want to kick them in the video.

Ernest finally understands reality. Cynthia, I believe, informed him in a way that she wouldn’t be held responsible, saying something like, “He gave me to you so we could get money from you, but I fell for you because you’re a good person.” That sort of thing.

I must confess, they had the final laugh. Cynthia informed me the last time I spoke with her, “If you stop being bitter, I will send you something small every month.” You don’t have to hate me since I don’t hate you.”

I bowed my head and kicked the bitterness out of my heart because money is money.

That girl is the only honest scammer there is. She maintained her promise. She occasionally sends me money. She’s gradually rebuilding the bridge between me and my old friend Ernest. She duped me, but I can’t really complain. I still have feelings for her but in a different manner. I adore her as someone who looks after me.

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I adore my husband, but I also love my boss




I adore my husband, but I also love my boss

My spouse is fantastic. He’s a wonderful father to our children, and I adore him.

Everything went well till I saw my Boss for the first time lately. I had just recently begun working at my new workplace, therefore, I had never met the Boss in person. He was smitten with me from the moment he saw me. He knows I’m married and is fine with it.

He treats me like a lady and pays all of my bills. He pays for stuff I don’t even realise I need. I enjoy spending time with him. He makes me feel incredibly protected, and with him, the world may disappear for all I care.

He is not married and, in his own words, is eager to “be here” for me.

We are yet to have shuperu, but he kissed me last night before we split ways, and I’ve been craving his kiss all day. Not only have I been thinking about his kiss, but also about what it would be like to lay in bed with him and yield to his wishes.

I tell him how much it pains me to do this to my husband, and he says, “Don’t worry. Everything will be well. He can’t be harmed by what he doesn’t know.”

He has a knack of getting under my skin emotionally. Only my husband has been able to reach me in the same manner that my employer has, and it makes me want to keep him—keep him and keep my husband.

My spouse just refers to him as my Boss. If he finds out, he would undoubtedly break down and break up with me, therefore I’ve learnt not to leave any evidence. I’m in a state of confusion right now. Confused because my husband needs to hurt me or treat me horribly in order for me to fall in love with someone else, but in this situation, everything is perfect between us, but I still long for someone new.

I desperately need my job, therefore I don’t want to offend my employer. This is the only job I’ve ever had that pays above and above my expectations. I simply cannot afford to lose it. Aside from that, I want my employer and I need my husband. I wish there was a way for the two to coexist.

The gravity of the situation is that, since meeting my employer, shuperu with my spouse has become a responsibility for me. I make myself available to him, but I don’t feel anything. It’s similar to the fable of the brook and the stone. What effect may the stream have on the stone? Nothing. He’s doing it, and I’m thinking about my employer. I am aware that I require assistance.

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Woman sues boyfriend for abandoning her after funding his extravagant lifestyle




Woman sues boyfriend for abandoning her after funding his extravagant lifestyle

A heartbroken lady has hauled her lover, Hassan Umar, to a Kano magistrates’ court for having dumped her after spending N900,000 on him.

In court, the woman’s counsel said that the defendant claimed he was in love with his client and that they had agreed to marry.

However, after spending the money on him, Umar abandoned her and stopped seeing her.

The defendant, on the other hand, pled not guilty to the accusations, explaining that it was merely a relationship that did not survive the test of time.

Following the reading of the charges, the Magistrate requested that both sides produce their witnesses for the next postponed session.

Addressing journalists after the court sitting, the woman said:

“I doubt he didn’t charm me. Whatever he asked me I did it instantly. I cooked different types of food for him, including chicken, meat, and even two rams.

“I spent over N900,000 on him. But from there, he started showing me as if he didn’t care. Later he stopped coming to me.”

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