Silent Beads, NII AMASAH NIKOI Avenue, NEAR GHANA HIGHWAYS AUTHORITY BUNGALOW, Adenta (2025)

27/11/2025

My parents fought the world to give us a family. According to my mother, my father was the kind of man who could make any woman lose her sense of direction. He was tall, calm, and handsome. Even now, when she talks about him, she smiles like she’s still that young girl who didn’t know what to do with the butterflies he caused in her stomach.

But as charming as he seemed to her, her family didn’t like him. To them, he was poor. A man who didn’t look like he would become anything meaningful. They thought my mother deserved someone with wealth, comfort, and a future that was already assured.

“Forget him.”

“Look for an Accra man.”

Every day she heard the same words, but my mother wasn’t the type to be easily thrown off by pressure. Against every obstacle, every insult, every discouragement, they survived. This year, they celebrated twenty-five years of marriage… 👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾

27/11/2025

My name is Chichi, and I am 22 years old. Ever since I was five, I’ve been having a recurring dream. Now that I’m older, it visits me even more often—sometimes five times a month, every single month.

When I was little, the dream was simple: I would be standing there, talking to a girl who looked exactly like me. The only difference was our hair. Mine was brown, and hers was blond. Funny enough, I actually did have brown hair as a child. My parents would constantly cut it, hoping a darker, black color would grow in to replace it. And it did—my hair is black now. But I have this deep, unexplainable love for blond hair, so I dye it. The blond eventually fades into a dark brown that lasts forever, sometimes it does not fully fade away.

But now that I’m older, the dream has changed.

It’s still the same girl; an exact copy of me, with the same hair color, grown just like I have. But there’s a difference now: she’s wicked. Our hearts and minds are complete opposites. In these dreams, she comes after the men I date. Sometimes she’s even wearing the exact same clothes and hairstyle as me.

Once, my ex-boyfriend told me he dreamed about her, too. He said she was standing between us, offering herself to him in my place.

Yes, I’m thinking what you’re thinking. But to the best of my knowledge, I don’t have a twin. My parents have never, ever mentioned one. Knowing my mother, if I asked, she would either brush me off or hush me harshly. So I don’t.

Sometimes I think about posting my story publicly, to see if anyone out there knows something. But my mother would never be happy about it, she might even disown me. The havoc that would wreak is unexplainable.

But I am here, craving answers. I feel like this other girl is near me somewhere. It’s a heavy feeling, knowing that I don’t really know who I am. Sometimes, it seems like she knows me, or at least knows about me, just from the way she looks at me in those dreams.

I’m left wondering: should I just forget about her, since she seems so wicked? Or should I at least try to get to know about her?

I desperately need answers. I thought I should share this burden here.

27/11/2025

I still remember the morning everything changed. Kojo woke up, stretched lazily on the bed, and said, almost casually, “I want to travel and when I do, I don’t think I’ll come back to this life again.” After nine years of marriage and four children, how could a man say such a thing with a straight face? But when I asked, “So what happens to me and the children?” he didn’t even blink. He said, “You can find another husband while I take care of my kids.”

Late at night Kojo would sit on the verandah talking loudly to women. He would flirt, laugh, say sweet things, even exchange I love you, all loud enough for me to hear from inside the hall. Sometimes he put the phone on loudspeaker, almost deliberately, so I could hear every filthy detail. I brought the elders into the issue but that made the situation worse.

On day, he packed his things and left the house for me and the children. For seven months, I lived alone with the children. He was out there living his best life with women of all shapes and sizes while I was home praying and hoping for restoration. Then one morning, he came home. He knelt and said, “Nina, I’ve seen my mistakes. The demons I fought have released me. I want to come home. I’m sorry…”👇🏾👇🏾

27/11/2025

There’s this childhood friend I’ve had for as long as I can remember. Our families knew how close we were. Her parents, her relatives, everyone knew how deeply I cared about her. Even now, we’re still “friends,” but not on good terms anymore. Looking back, I can see how everything slowly shifted.

In 2023, I was at home when she suddenly called and said her father wanted to see me. The moment I heard that, my heart started racing. I asked why, but she refused to explain. So I went there with fear sitting on my chest.

Her father called his wife, handed me a key, and told me that the room my friend used to stay in was empty because she had moved in with her sister. He wanted me to stay there until I found a better place.
I was shocked. Grateful. Relieved.
My mother even came to thank them.

So I moved in. I treated that room with respect, because it wasn’t just a space. It was a symbol of their trust in me.

Then, sadly, her father passed away. I involved myself fully in everything: meetings, running errands, contributing to the funeral. I wanted to honour him.

But after the burial, rumours began to spread saying I had been “given” the room for free. It was true and none of their business so I ignored it.

Then things took another turn. My friend became close with her husband’s side chick. I disagreed with her decision, because I knew the history — her husband once told her he didn’t want her anymore because she befriended his girlfriend in the past, and that issue has haunted their marriage till now.

For a whole year, my mother and I have been begging this man on her behalf, trying to mend something we didn’t break. So when I saw her repeating the same mistake with the new side chick, I advised her to stop. She got angry. We fell out again.

Not long after, I was sleeping one afternoon when her uncle called for me. I went to him, and he told me I should start paying rent. I knew he could only say that to me because my friend asked him to. I didn’t argue. I told him respectfully that I would rather move out than cause more stories.

What hurts most is this: This same friend who always depended on me for company, support, even small money has been telling people she doesn’t understand why I’m not suffering while she is. That was her reason for using her uncle to ask me for rent.

This same friend cannot use 5 cedis to buy me kenkey, but she will ask me to use my own money to buy her things she’ll never refund, and I never complained.

After telling her uncle I’d move out, he went back to tell her. A few days ago, I greeted him and he didn’t respond.

As I type this, I’ve already packed out of the room. I just want to return the keys to her mother because she was there the day her husband handed them to me.

Now I’m asking myself: Is moving out too harsh? I’ve already rented another apartment. I could pay the rent for the old room, but the public will never know I paid. They’ll keep saying I’m living there for free just like the rumours started.

I’m tired. I don’t want more stories attached to my name. Did I make the right choice?

27/11/2025

I want to give him a chance, but he Is rushing me. There are two men on the battlefield. Eric and Samuel. Now, the man of the show; Samuel. He comes with his “I like you” and disappears again. We have been on and off for years. He says he will treat me like a queen.In July, he came over for a project and we hung out. I could see how happy he was, like a child with a balloon. I am afraid that if I accept him now, he will play me.

Recently he told me he has given himself up to December. If I do not accept him by then, he will stop pursuing me. I am afraid that if I accept him now, he will play me. Maybe as payback for the years of hide and seek.

Then, there is Eric. I met him on snapchat this year. No drama. He is calm, friendly, and funny. Sometimes he makes me laugh so hard my stomach hurts. The biggest problem between us is intimacy. Now I am confused. I feel like I might lose good men because of the situation I am in..........👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾

27/11/2025

Ah, first crushes. Those teenage years when a single smile could rearrange your entire heartbeat. The butterflies, the daydreams, the sweet confusion of it all… Sometimes I catch myself drifting back, and the nostalgia just hits differently.

As a teenage boy, she was a masterpiece in my eyes. Intelligence, beauty, and a sprinkle of vawulence, all wrapped in one intoxicating human.

In our second year in high school, we made a pact that whoever scored a lower aggregate that term would buy the other a gift. The results came out and she beat me. Fair and square. So the honour (and burden) of gifting was mine.

My problem at the time was this: what do you buy for someone who makes your brain freeze? I asked her what she wanted. She smiled that small, reluctant smile and said, “Anything that touches your heart.”

Anything to me, meant nothing. Did she not know she was talking to a clueless teenage boy who needed specifics to survive? After some gentle coercion, she mentioned a few ideas, but the only word my anxious brain managed to grab was flowers.

I bought her a single artificial white rose. I still remember the smell — sweet-scented. It was surprisingly delicate. I felt like a lover boy because this was the most romantic thing my teenage imagination could conjure.

The problem now was how to present it to her. Our friendship existed strictly within school hours. Which meant I had to give it to her in school. And while grown me has sense, teenage me? Bruh.

Back then, the idea of someone seeing me hand her a flower felt like the kind of scandal that could spread from class to class, house to house, country to country, to the point of even reaching CNN. Imagination no just get joy those days.

I carried that poor flower to and from school for almost two weeks, running endless scenarios in my head, none of which I ever acted out.

In the end, I never gave it to her. The little and innocent flower having lived in my school bag for days crumpled from the clasping of books. I had to dispose of it.

My heart was heavy. Maybe for the flower, or maybe for myself. She also didn’t ask about the gift again. I wish I knew then that a simple notebook or pen would have done the job. But no, Hollywood had already colonised my head. I bought a flower I was too shy to give to her.

Looking back, if I could relive those secondary school days, this is one moment I would definitely rewrite.

27/11/2025

I saw a Facebook account with my boyfriend’s face on it, but a different name. At first, I laughed. I thought, “Ah, so now people are using my boyfriend’s picture to catfish?” Something told me to open it. I wish that something had minded its business that day.

The profile looked abandoned. The last post was from over five years ago. But it was a wedding photo. My Opong was in a suit, holding hands with a beautiful bride. My heart sank so fast I thought I was going to faint. I clicked the photo. The bride was tagged: “Celestina.”

I tapped the tag. Her page opened. Her bio said, “Wife & Mother of boys.” And there were pictures; birthday parties, family outings, anniversary photos. My boyfriend’s face was in all of them. My whole world spun. Everything inside me collapsed. You know that dizzy feeling where your throat dries up but your eyes start leaking uncontrollably? That was me.

I messaged Celestina: “Your husband has been lying to you and me. I’ve dated him for over a year. I only found out here yesterday that he was married to you.” Her response shocked me to the marrow. She said, “I pray you didn’t give him any disease to bring to my home. If I check and see anything suspicious, I’ll find you wherever you are and beat you…”👇🏾👇🏾

27/11/2025

I got married two months ago, and I’m already feeling deceived. What I’m going through currently isn’t what I anticipated when I agreed to marry the man I’m with today. I feel disrespected in my marriage and somehow manipulated.

From the beginning, he made things look easy. He made me feel like I was in a relationship with the best man every woman could dream of. He was caring and simply wonderful, but that didn’t put my fears to bed.

I told him all my fears and the reasons why I wasn’t ready for a committed relationship. He was calm and collected when he gave me the assurance that everything was going to be alright. I trusted him, so I fell in love with him. I cannot remember exactly what happened that made me fall in love or what exactly happened. I woke up one day, and I was in love with him.

When we got to the point where marriage was the obvious step, we discussed it. We put our heads together and agreed on what to do.

During our counseling sessions, I nearly called off the wedding ceremony so we could just go to court, sign the marriage certificate, and come back home. This is what happened.

Somewhere along the line, this woman appeared out of nowhere in my husband’s life. My husband called her his best friend. I didn’t worry too much because the woman was also married. When we were preparing for our wedding, I realized this woman was the one suggesting the kind of vendors we should hire. My husband seemed to agree with her without consulting me. It was my wedding, so I wasn’t going to sit down for someone to dictate who I should hire and who I should not.

So, I started canceling all the names of the vendors this lady suggested. Even if I’d picked a vendor already and this woman also suggested the same vendor, I would just pick up a pen and cancel the name of that vendor. I didn’t want her to have anything to do with my wedding.

We had a very small wedding ceremony. I could even count on my fingers the number of people who came to the wedding because of me. I’m not someone you would call a ‘people person,’ so it was alright for me.

During our honeymoon, this lady my husband calls ‘bestie’ didn’t give us space to enjoy it. She would call my husband, pretending to be checking on him, and these two would end up talking for hours on end. When we came home from our honeymoon, it got worse. This lady could call my husband twenty times in a day, and none of their calls lasted for less than thirty minutes.

My husband doesn’t have much time on his hands because of work. He’s the busy type, and because of that, I try to maximize every little opportunity I get with him. But this bestie wouldn’t allow me to shine with my own husband. Every little time my husband gets, this lady fills it with her incessant calls. Some days, she talks to my husband until he falls asleep on the phone.

Because of that, my husband is basically not interested in my existence anymore. Sometimes I wonder if he knows I exist at all. I cry sometimes. I’ll get moody all day, and my husband wouldn’t notice the change in me.

Obviously, this wasn’t what I signed up for when I agreed to marry him, so I decided to talk to him about it. He said, “You should have let me know that you weren’t comfortable with my friends.” I told him, “I keep telling you that I’m okay with every one of your friends because they respect our privacy, except this lady. She wasn’t in the picture when you were chasing me all over. So, at what point did she come in? Where did she come from that she’s filling up all the spaces in your life?”

I think about the whole situation and ask myself, “When does this lady get the time to talk to her own husband since she’s always on the phone with mine?” She doesn’t live with her husband, so I believe every little opportunity she gets should be invested in communicating with her husband, but no. It’s my own husband that she fancies talking to.

I cannot even crack jokes with my own husband. Recently he told me, “You don’t look like the lady I met some time ago and fell in love with. I’m not feeling the old vibe.” I said in my head, “How will you feel me? You gave me all your attention when we met. We had real conversations and good times together. What do I get now? Nothing. Just bits and pieces of attention here and there. How would you feel me?”

All the fears I had before committing to this have come to pass right before my eyes, just two months after marriage. This is what I was trying to avoid when I said I wasn’t ready for commitment. Because of issues like this, that’s why I wanted to be single and roam free. Then he came at me so hard to make me fall in love and settle with him. And when I thought love should come freely, he dropped me hard on the floor.

Just in these few weeks, I’ve wept and found myself feeling depressed. It’s just two months of marriage, but I regret ever accepting to go into this marriage business. And as for that female bestie who does not think about her fellow woman, I wish her well. She should keep up her work. Someday, her cup will be full.

And to my husband, I have decided to let him be because I’m tired of complaining. From now on, I will not bother to come home from work early just to make him feel welcomed. I’ve already made a tear on my marriage certificate. He can keep his phone conversations as companions. I will equally build friendships outside, but one day when this crack finally breaks what we have, I will just walk away without looking back. My happiness counts.

26/11/2025

Last year when I was getting married, Nancy and Jane were the backbone of everything. They practically carried the wedding on their heads. They ran errands, coordinated things, sped up and down until they didn’t even get time to enjoy the event. By the time they changed into their bridesmaids’ outfits, the programme was almost ending. That’s how much they sacrificed for me.

My husband and I always said that when any of them were getting married, we would repay that kindness. We meant it.

At the time, Nancy was dating Kojo. Sweet guy, but he had a big problem—he talks too much. The kind that will take your private issue and go and narrate it somewhere like a podcast. Then one day, Nancy told us she was AS. Kojo too was AS. Her parents are both AS and some of her siblings are either AC or AS like her. “I don’t want to take the same chances with my children,” she sounded certain of this, “I have to leave Kojo.”

The kind of stories we heard, read, and know about people living with sickle cell disease made us support her. We told her she was doing the right thing. When she told us the relationship was over we were by her side, comforting her.

Here is the thing: me, Jane, and Nancy are more than just friends. We are practically sisters. All the girls call my mother, Mama. I also address their mums as I call mine. My dad has vast knowledge in herbal remedies so whenever they needed recommendations, they would call my dad and talk to him.

When it comes to secrets, it wasn’t like that with us. I was sure we shared everything. If one of us had to travel out of town, we’d tell the others. That’s how we’ve been since we got appointed to work in the same company around the same time. We were new in a town far away from our homes. We’ve stuck together since then.

Our closeness has made it such that we always notice when one of us has something new. A few months ago, I saw Nancy holding a very beautiful new bag. I asked where she got it. She said, “Kojo bought it for me.” I was confused, considering that they were supposed to be broken up.

On the other hand, I didn’t want to ask too many questions. I felt that if she wanted me to know something she would tell me.

Imagine our shock when Jane and I heard rumours at our workplace that Nancy was getting married to Kojo. My first reaction was, “How? Nancy is our sister. If she were getting married, we would know.”

Oh, but we didn’t know anything. We kept hearing the rumours everywhere we went that our friend was getting married. It was also around that time that I noticed Nancy stopped eating our food. She would bring us food and gifts but not accept anything from us. Also, when they were supposedly broken up, Kojo would see me and frown but all of a sudden he started being friendly again.

All the dots connected. The reality that the rumours were true broke my heart. The fact that our entire office knew before we did felt like a betrayal of everything we held dear as friends. I didn’t know what to do.

I didn’t confront her directly. Instead, I told a story about a friend who was hurt because her “sister” hid her wedding plans and only told her at the last minute. I said openly, “I won’t forgive a friend who does that to me.” Jane also said, “If a friend does that to me, I will also do it to the person.”

Two days later, we were at the office when Nancy called us outside. With a serious and sincere face, she said, “I have something to tell you girls.” We encouraged her to speak freely.

She said, “Kojo has gone to see my family for the marriage list. We are yet to fix a date for the marriage.”

I was quiet while Jane squealed her congratulations. When the excitement died down we told her we already knew, because everyone at the office knew. She was surprised that Kojo had told everyone before she got the chance to break the news to us.

Her explanation was that the date wasn’t fixed yet, and she didn’t want to tell us too early and keep changing dates.

I said okay, but deep down, I am not okay. Why hide something this important from us? Why treat her friends like people who would ruin her plans?

The wedding is a month away. My husband and I have already made a Christmas getaway plan. And now I’m supposed to cancel everything because of a wedding I wasn’t even trusted enough to be told about?

A friend told me I should just go. That Nancy showed up for me during my wedding, so I should also show up for her. Honestly, I don’t know how to force my heart into a space where I feel unwanted.

Right now, I’m stuck between being present for her out of gratitude for what she did for me, and not showing up so she would know she hurt me by sidelining me when it came to her plans. Am I right to feel this way? I just need to know if my feelings make sense or if I’m overreacting to something that shouldn’t matter this much.

26/11/2025

I had been going out with a guy I met some time back. For a while, he really seemed like a good guy. He'd take me out on dates, spoil me with things I needed. He was responsible and very mature. And to add the cherry on top of the cake, he was extremely good looking. He was the type that seemed to be really proud of me; he took me nearly everywhere with him, like a trophy.

At first, I'd refused to even know his place until I felt safe enough. The night I stayed, adult night happened. He knew what he was doing, he knew his way, and we had an amazing time. Most times, men change after that, but not my baby. He really didn't change after that night. He still took me out and continued as usual. I'd spend weekends at his home, especially during my periods he'd take care of me. I was treated very much like the queen I was to him. Any cravings were satisfied and my comfort was his top priority. He was the type that would make sure your comfort comes first. Even when I refused intimacy at times, he didn't make me feel bad. He didn't ignore me. With him, if I was not comfortable with something, we didn't do it.

We didn't plan for it, or even have a conversation about it, but it happened. I fell pregnant. It was my first time. I was scared and confused, especially seeing how I was still in university. I told the guy and he said he was not ready for a baby at the moment. He has a child already and can't add the expenses for a baby to the one he already has, so I should send it back to God. I refused because who knows? I could die. My life could end. Anything at all. So I was not on it.

"You're on your own if you decide to do this," that is what he told me. And this man showed all the kinds of pepper you could find on the market. Red, yellow, green, bell peppers too. He even went ahead and blocked me everywhere.

When my family reached out to his to find a solution for us, so we could try to raise the baby together, he said he knew about my pregnancy but he already took care of the abortion. He knew I never went through with it. There was a lot of going back and forth with him. That was when we actually found out this man, get ready for it, has a wife, and two kids.

My eyes were turning. My heart was beating. Nothing made sense. I tried connecting the dots and I didn't even see the connection.

Currently, I'm bothered. Not about the man, oh not at all. It is about the baby. Maybe I should have sent it back to God. Sometimes, I love my unborn baby and sometimes, I hate it so much. I'm worried of how I'll ever take care of the baby and I even started to regret keeping it. He bought everything for the baby and I'm due next month, yet I'm still shaken.

I know I love my unborn child but sometimes I feel some kind of way towards the baby. I've fallen into depression and I feel if the baby didn't come I'd have been happy, considering that my father completely stopped talking to me. I honestly didn't know that the father was married. If I did, I'd have left.

I need advice if I made a mistake keeping my baby. I'm confused and really depressed.

26/11/2025

Last night, my wife went through my phone while I was asleep. She read my chats with her younger sister, Julianna, and with Lucy, a National Service person at my office.

I have a very cordial relationship with Julianna. She calls me "husband," and I jokingly respond, "my little wifee." She used to live with us, and even when my wife and I were dating, Julianna was instrumental in our relationship. I've visited her at school before, which my wife knew about.

In the chat, my wife read where Julianna said she missed me and I promised to visit her. Julianna replied, “Come early so you don’t have to rush and leave early like you did the other time.”

The chat with Lucy was, in reality, much worse. We have a vibe because she's from my hometown and we attended the same school. We've gone on several dates, and in our chats, we discussed them openly. On one date, we nearly kissed, and we even talked about letting it happen the next time. We eventually realized how dangerous this was and drew boundaries.

After reading these chats, I expected my wife's anger to be directed at Lucy. Instead, she barely mentioned it and focused entirely on her sister.

“Why are you talking to Julianna like that?” she demanded. “When did you visit her without telling me?”

Her anger escalated until she broke down crying. “Tell me you’re not sleeping with Juliana, and make it the truth. Have you kissed her? Where did you take her that you had to rush out? Since when has this been going on behind my back?”

I was shocked and thought she had confused the chats. “You mean Lucy?” I asked.
She screamed, “I mean Juliana! Speak the truth!”

We argued all evening, and she still didn't believe me. The next morning, she called her sister. “Say the truth. What is going on with you and my husband?” I was mortified and kept saying, “Stop embarrassing yourself! What could I possibly be doing with your sister?”

Then she called her father. “Juliana is taking my husband from me,” she reported. “They’ve been sneaking around. I read it on his phone.”

Even her father was shocked. He asked me, “Is this true?”
I answered, “Dad, you can take me anywhere to swear on any deity. Nothing is going on. We just have a playful relationship, that’s all.”

He called a family meeting. Julianna cried throughout. I couldn’t even look her in the eye. “Dad, I could never do that, I swear!” she said. “I thought she knew her husband had visited me before.”

My wife didn’t say a word about Lucy’s chat, apart from mentioning her name once in anger. There was a kiss we discussed as if it had happened, and we even planned for a "next time." My wife wasn't bothered by that. It was her sister she went after.

Now, she doesn't speak to Julianna, and it hurts me that, because of me, she has accused her sister of something that never happened. I've been begging for forgiveness, but she says she can only forgive me if I "admit" I've had something with her sister.

How can I admit to something I haven’t done?

Maybe my relationship with Julianna was too familiar, but isn't there a way to make amends and rebuild trust? It feels like I've started a fire in her family. I don't even know if her parents believe us anymore.

Is there a way to regain her trust and prove that my relationship with her sister was just an inappropriate friendship?

26/11/2025

My father is a very rich man. He owns a hotel in Achimota. In fact, he is one of the wealthiest people I know in Ghana. But you wouldn’t know who my father is by looking at me. He and my mother separated when I was only four years old. Even though we didn’t live with him, he paid my school fees and made sure I was okay.

Whenever he returned from overseas, he invited me to visit. He bought me toys, Christmas dresses, and even coloring books because I loved drawing. He was the kind of father who kissed me, played Ludo with me, and made me feel special.

As I grew older, I spent weekends and holidays with him. Everything was fine until my stepsister came into the picture. We were both 10 years old then. My father took us out and bought us toys, and I was genuinely happy. The next day, my stepbrothers also visited. I became confused. I wondered why my father had so many children.

After the holidays, he ordered a taxi to take me home. I told my mother everything. After that, every time I visited him, I saw my stepsister, Mavis. He told me she had come from Kumasi to live in Accra. I really loved Mavis.

But as time passed, things changed. My father enrolled Mavis in one of the most expensive schools in Ghana, Al-Rayaan International School, where most of the students were white. Meanwhile, I remained in my regular school. I begged him to take me to the same school, but he refused.

At 13, I visited him and saw Mavis with a brand new laptop he had bought for her from China. When I asked for one, he promised but never fulfilled it. My mother was upset and said he was being biased.

When I wrote my BECE, I gained admission to St. John’s Grammar. My father said he didn’t like the school. My mother and I went for the prospectus and took it to him at his hotel. He angrily threw the papers in my face. Instead of getting excited about school, I went home crying.

At that time, my mother had lost her job. She had to borrow money from my aunt to buy everything I needed for school. Things got worse for us after that but my father didn’t care. We were evicted from our rented home. We had to move into an uncompleted building, while my father lived comfortably in a four-bedroom house. When my mother asked him for money to rent a place, he told her to go and find a job.

A year later, he came to my school and told me that Mavis had written BECE but didn’t get placement anywhere. She came to St. John’s for a chance, the same school he said he didn’t like. They didn’t accept her, so he sent her to a private school instead.

After SHS, I gained admission to the university. When I called my father for help, he couldn’t be bothered. He told my mother I was old enough to work and earn my own money. What choice did I have? I got a job as a teacher.

This year, I started chatting with my stepsister again and discovered she’s now in the university. I also saw her WhatsApp status where she was driving a brand new car my father bought her for her birthday. That one broke me.

Last month, my best friend invited me to an all-night church service. During the prophecy session, the pastor called me out and asked if I knew someone named Sarah. I said yes—that’s Mavis’s mother.

The pastor said Sarah had taken my father’s picture to Benin to cast a spell on him so that he would love only Mavis. According to him, the spell made my father see me and the other children as enemies. He even said that if not for that spell, my father would have supported me all the way, even sponsoring me to study abroad. He claimed my stepmother was the cause of everything.

I didn’t doubt it because Mavis once told me her mother used to travel to Benin and Nigeria to buy wigs and clothes to sell. When I told my mother, she couldn’t believe it.

My father has other children: Kelvin, Jessica, and others. However, he doesn’t care for them either. It’s only Mavis he supports. How do I break him free from that spell? I need him to take care of me as well.

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