The Perils of Dating in Africa

I am very fortunate in that I have already found the love of my life. Thus, this story is inspired by and subsequently embellished from a true event.

A friend of mine from the California delegation recently dove headfirst into the Ghanaian dating scene. After meeting a cute girl at one of Accra’s top night clubs, John (obviously an alias) was smitten. He managed to obtain her phone number. They talked and seemed to hit things off. John was invited to the young lady’s home for dinner even meeting her friend’s small child. Dates to other night clubs followed. Intimacy became more common and a code was established to quietly encourage John’s roommate to seek temporary lodgings elsewhere. Life was good for John as he had fallen hard for beautiful Ghanaian girl.

John and his Ghanaian girlfriend progressed quickly through the various stages of a relationship, skipping entire stages in the name of passionate love. One evening, his roommate found other places to be, candles were lit, and even the sheets were given a much deserved wash. Anticipation built to unimaginable levels. The couple whispered closely their most personal life secrets as it was her way of edging closer to the abyss. John went first with a poor reconstruction of a past embarrassing event.

Her closest secret was the small child he met at her home was her own. Inside this cloud of passion, John’s face burned and he had to leave to seek other his wiser friend’s guidance. What to do? She was sitting on his bed, the Ghanaian relationship indicator that gives her man unspoken permission to do, well...fill in the blanks. But her secret went to the tune of an unplanned pregnancy and a deadbeat dad. John’s embarrassment was high, his heart was slightly bruised, and his ego had been deflated by 50%. The rest I suppose is another chapter in dating in Ghana.