At around that time, I went down to the Berekum Market to buy some vegetables. I was shocked to discover that the price of Tomatoes had been increased to one hundred cedis (100.00 GHS) for the same container size that I usually purchased. Previously, they were being sold for only half that price. Having some knowledge of the vendors’ practices, I went outside the market to see if I could find a better deal. I found tomatoes of a different genre for just a fraction of the price that sellers located within the market were demanding. The same rule applied to Okra, which was sold at a much higher price within the market but at a sharp discount outside of the market. I didn’t know the exact reason for this price disparity, and I didn’t care to find out. Ms. Comfort had disclosed to me during one of our many conversations that she had a previous boyfriend. But she ended the relationship because he was always demanding sex, and she didn’t enjoy it. This story left many question marks in my mind, especially since she claimed that they only had sex twice.
All the girls that I knew had a different story. Some of them were in relationships exclusively for sex, but they were paid. Many of them had several male clients. One beautiful female that I knew had one boyfriend. She was also suffering from Sickle Cell Anemia, but her boyfriend paid her a monthly stipend specifically for sexual services, and that was the full extent of their relationship. I came to the realization that Ms. Comfort’s case was unique for many reasons. First, she was far from normal. She had lost her father at the tender age of five. From that time onward, she was trapped in a never-ending time cocoon, in which there was no progressive metamorphosis, no emotional development, and from which there was no liberation. She yearned for masculine attention, but any romantic attachment to her was only a mirage because, emotionally, she was strictly unavailable. She was still mourning the loss of her father, and to fill that vacuum, she wanted a man of means who could compensate her for the loss she had suffered by pampering her with money and gifts. However, since she was only emotionally five years old, she could never reciprocate appropriately.
I wanted to know if my relatively new girlfriend had been healed of her disease. Over two weeks had transpired since my prayers on her behalf. Therefore, I sent her a text, “Ms. Comfort, please meet me on Tuesday morning in front of The Happy Hospital at 9:00, so that I can take you to the lab to be tested for Sickle Cell Anemia.” The text was dated Monday, May 19, 2025, and she replied, “O.K.” I arrived at the facility at 8:30 and waited patiently until 9:00 A.M., at which time I called Ms. Comfort to remind her of our appointment. She seemed surprised, but she turned up at 9:15 anyway, since her office was nearby. We both proceeded upstairs and sat on two of the chairs in the waiting room, where several other patients were assembled.
Daily, I posted a religious status update online and periodically checked to see if I needed to renew it. On one of those occasions, I was surprised to see that Ms. Comfort was flirting with another gentleman. She also addressed him as “sweetheart.” I was neither shocked nor disappointed, even though she claims to pray without fail at least twice daily. But I questioned her to determine what this was all about. “Oh, she is only a friend she responded.” The following day, I checked again, but my first impressions were confirmed. She was indeed flirting with another man. “How can you claim that this person is your female friend? He is a man,” I asserted. “He is only a friend from my senior high school days she rationalized, can’t I at least have friends?” she complained. Obviously, she didn’t want me to know what she was doing. But I saw far more than was apparent. She was flirting with another man, not because she admired him or had any interest in him, but because she wanted to ensnare him and make him one of her victims. This was her game, and she was on it. As I thought about Ms. Comfort’s general behavioural pattern, many adjectives marched through my mind. One such adjective was a parasite. But her conduct was far more than parasitism.
She was beautiful, intelligent, and well-educated, with goals and ambitions. However, she feared exposure. She wanted no one to know who she really was, a closeted Sociopath. Because if she were exposed, her personality would disintegrate into shreds. Just like a vampire, a creature of darkness, who becomes engulfed in consuming flames when exposed to God’s glorious sunlight. Finally, I started to understand why Ms. Comfort had not been healed by The Spirit. She was in the grips of a very serious vice, of which she needed to repent. As we read in scripture,
“Seek the Lord while He may be found, Call upon Him while He is near. Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts; Let him return to the Lord, and He will have mercy on him.
And to our God, for He will abundantly pardon.” Isaiah 57:6-7 (NKJV).
As I contemplated her case, I felt considerably better. She had not been healed, but it was not my fault. It was all her own doing. After just a few days, Ms. Comfort messaged me on WhatsApp to complain, “I requested some money from you the other day to pay for some clothing items I’m trying to purchase, but you refused to give it to me.” “I never said that,” I observed. “Can you verify the transaction with a receipt?” I asked her. “She doesn’t give receipts,” was her reply. “Why would an intelligent, well-educated college graduate like yourself want to do business with a merchant who doesn’t give receipts?” I inquired. “Have you forgotten where you are?” I continued. “This is Ghana, the fraud and scamming capital of the world. Suppose the merchandise turns out to be stolen. How would you defend yourself from prosecution, or protect yourself from imprisonment?” “She is not a fraud, I’ve been buying dresses from her since my senior high school days,” she concluded. “Well, since she is a friend of yours, you should have no problems obtaining a receipt from her,” I contended.
The conversation ended on that note, and she never resumed it. She probably felt that I was about to jilt her based on all that I had stated about a previous girlfriend. Whose only interest was to get as much as she possibly could from me without reciprocating in any way. She saw the writing on the wall. Consequently, she was eager to scam me out of as much money as she possibly could before the portcullis fell. The fact that I exercised some basic common sense and demanded documentary evidence for purported transactions that she had described stopped her dead in her tracks. My so-called girlfriend never contacted me again. That was her way to communicate the obvious but silent message: “I only want you so that I can milk you for all that you are worth, and if you frustrate my efforts in that regard, then I want to have nothing further to do with you.” I followed her example and maintained the status quo.
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