16/08/2026
“WE, DAUGHTERS OF EVE, TALK TOO MUCH!” - YAA KUNAMA RECOUNT👂🥀
My gender, listen up. 👂 We talk too much.
The painful truth is that 80% of the things we say about other people are lies. Funny enough, even the remaining 20% that may contain some truth doesn't escape us. We take about 15% of that truth and cruelly exaggerate it until it becomes something completely different.
And we all know this.
If we know this, then why do we still allow ourselves, under the name of friendship, allow our friends to destroy everything we have struggled so hard to build for years? 🤔 Honestly, I can't understand it.
Against the cruelty and rejection of my own family—and even against opposition from his own—Samuel sacrificed almost everything to stay with me. Because of our relationship, my family rejected me.
For two whole years, Samuel was the one providing for me. And things became extremely difficult for him. So difficult. 😭
He was still a man trying to build his own life when we met, yet within a short period, his finances were completely drained because he had taken responsibility for almost everything I needed to survive—from food to medical expenses and every other basic necessity. He carried me when I had nowhere else to turn. And while struggling to take care of me single-handedly, he lost almost everything. He could barely maintain a job because I couldn't do much to support myself, and there was no family standing behind me. Still, he stayed.
We spent all the savings he had accumulated before we met just trying to survive—feeding, medical bills, and other necessities. And through it all, there was no one else. Just Samuel. 😭 Six months after I moved into his place, after my family had expelled me, I became pregnant. He stood by me. He paid every bill. He endured humiliation. For three years, he went through things no man should have had to endure, all because of me and our child. 💔
And then, somehow, what was I thinking? I became ungrateful. I became selfish. I became reckless. Yes… now I can admit it. I became despicable. 😭 I allowed friends—those very same people Samuel had desperately tried to warn me about—to influence me. But how? How did I allow other people to dictate my decisions after spending all those years with this same man? How did I allow the same people who had rejected me to eventually influence me against the man who had sacrificed almost everything for me? Two solid years together. Two years in which he lost almost everything trying to take care of me.
And yet, I listened to others. Now, Samuel and I are no more. 💔 I moved with our child to my mother's place—the same mother who was trying to convince me to marry Sarfo, my ex. And today, the truth is painfully clear: I fu**ed up. But the funny and heartbreaking part is that they still try to make it look as though I did the right thing by leaving at that crucial moment of his life. It was time for me to prove my loyalty to him too.
The truth? None of those who convinced and manipulates me to leave is helping me in any way. Not financially. Not emotionally. Not even in any meaningful way. Just bad advice. Day after day. Now I have numerous men around me just to accomplish some of the basic things Samuel shouldered all by himself for three years. Things one man carried without complaining while I was busy listening to people who never had to bear the consequences of their advice. 😭😭
Today, I understand something I should have understood much earlier: Not everyone who gives you advice wants to live with the consequences of that advice. Some people can help you destroy a relationship in five minutes, then disappear when the pieces have to be picked up. And sometimes, by the time you finally understand what you have lost… the person who sacrificed everything for you is no longer waiting. 🥀💔
God, have mercy on me. 😭😭
