Before he travelled abroad, we were very much in love. We planned our wedding, how he would come back for me, the names we would give to our kids, how we were going to keep our home Godly because God was all we knew. His last night in Ghana, we spent it together. When the taxi came for him, we hugged and said goodbye. I cried a little.
Two months later, he stopped calling and stopped texting. He even changed his number so I couldn't reach him. I went to his junior brother to ask questions. I begged him to give me his brother's new number. He didn't give it to me but he called and handed the phone over to me. I asked, "Baffour, what's going on? Did I do anything wrong?"
When he heard my voice, he chuckled and shouted at me to give the phone back to his brother. He insulted his brother for connecting me to him. I knew it was over. He wasn't coming back into my life again. The closure was enough for me. I moved on.
A year later, I'm in love with his brother. When he proposed, I said no but deep down I wanted to say yes. The next time he came around he said, "I'm not my brother. If we date today, next year we will be married. Give us a chance."
I believe him but the ghost of the past is haunting me. What will people say? What will his brother say? What will my heart say when I see Baffour at our wedding? What will you say?
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