MNN Hub
One random day in my room at Republic Hall, Room 168, I heard a knock on my door. I opened the door and saw this fine man standing there. Tall, gentle, and from the First Love Church. He said, “I’m a shepherd looking for lost sheep for God.”
FOLLOW US ON WHATSAPP CHANNEL TO RECEIVE ALL STORIES IN YOUR INBOX
I listened to him preach the word of God with the zeal of a shepherd who has lost his fat sheep. In the end, he took my number and invited me to his church. The relationship went beyond a shepherd shepherding a lost sheep home. We talked every day and became friends. After visiting his church a few times, he proposed and I said yes.
Five months later was his birthday. His birthday comes three days before mine. As a sweet and committed girlfriend, I planned a surprise for him. I went to steal small coins from my mom’s shop and ordered pizza and jollof from Best In Town. If you schooled in KNUST, you’ll know that’s premium behavior. I bought champagne, skipped my last class for the day so I could celebrate his birthday in grand style.
I called Mr. Shepherd and said I wanted to see him. He told me his church members were throwing a party for him and that he’d come over later. I waited and waited, but Mr. Shepherd wasn’t coming. One of his roommates had come to my place, picking up a conversation with me so the two of us could wait for Mr. Shepherd.
Unbeknownst to me, the whole thing was a calculated attempt to deceive and also prevent me from going to his hostel because of what was happening there. He sent his friend as a distraction, so each time I expressed frustration, his roommate said, “Don’t worry. He should be on his way now.”
While I was in my hostel waiting, Mr. Shepherd’s girlfriend had arrived from Accra with a lot of goodies to celebrate his birthday. She wasn’t just a girlfriend ooo, but someone who knew his family and had been accepted by his family. She even came wearing matching outfits.
I kept waiting, calling, but nothing happened. “Maybe shepherd lost his way home while leading other sheep to greener pastures because what is this?” I asked myself. When it became too long and too far, I got up and walked to his place. His roommate tried to stop me but I wasn’t going to listen.
I got to his place and met a party that put my premium behavior to shame. Balloons, music, drinks, girlfriend in full display wearing their matching outfits. I wasn’t strong enough to enter, so I turned around and walked back, my tears seeing a full path each step of the way.
I cried. I was heartbroken, and when a woman’s heart breaks, she turns into the best detective. I went to Facebook and started digging. That’s when I saw the pictures. The two of them at the beach, in matching clothes, making love feel soft like a baby’s bum. Their families were fully featured in these photos I saw.
After everything, Mr. Shepherd had the audacity to come tell me that she was just a family friend and that they grew up together. I said, “Wow, it looks like when you called me a lost sheep, you meant it literally.”
As fate would have it, a few days later I got a message on Facebook. When I opened the message, it was from Mr. Shepherd’s girlfriend. I froze. “What does she want from me?” But we ended up having a long, deep conversation where she asked questions and I answered as honestly as I could. I also asked her questions, and it turned out we were both being played.
Out of the shock and heartbreak, something strange happened. We bonded over our hurt and became friends, me and Shepherd’s girlfriend. The rivalry dissolved, and in its place grew a sisterhood I didn’t even know I needed.
Six years later, I was a full, registered midwife. Out of university. Healed. Grown. And I’d forgotten the hurt Mr. Shepherd caused me. On 24th October 2020, it was my birthday. Mr. Shepherd’s ex, the one who had become a friend and a sister, posted my pictures and videos on her WhatsApp status wishing me a happy birthday. Her cousin saw the post and asked her, “Who’s that girl?”
“She’s my friend,” she answered.
“Can I have her number?” he asked.
My Wife Has The Spiritual Powers To Detect Cheating
And just like that, a different door opened. A door leading to marriage. Yes, I’m married to her cousin now. Maybe when he said he was a shepherd, I misunderstood him. He wasn’t the shepherd who led people to God but the kind of shepherd who, in a twisted symphony, leads you to a place where you can find your real soulmate.
So yes, my rival became my sister-in-law. And I’ve learned that sometimes, we don’t have to fight because the person we’re busy fighting could actually be the one person who opens the door to your healing and your destiny.
—Adwoa Adepa
This story you just read was sent to us by someone just like you. We know you have a story too. Email it to us at [email protected]. You can also drop your number and we will call you so you tell us your story.
******
Source: SilentBeads | Read More
