My raped lesbian friend who nearly cost me my life – My true story

In the days of free Kasapa night calls, it was not uncommon to receive calls from strange numbers. I had just gained admission to Accra Polytechnic and got this phone from my earnings as a part-time teacher.

Such persons were very often looking for someone to talk to and to also enjoy the free calls from Kasapa.

On one such occasion, I received a call at 5 minutes after 12 midnight from a strange number. This woke me up out of sleep but the call was ended at the other end. Just when I was about to put the phone off, the call came through again.

With sleep rolling my eyes, I managed to find the receive call button, pressed and said hello who is this? This was the beginning of my troubles. Alas, it was a lady who I will call Anna in this revealing real-life experience. Anna was already crying at the other end. Hello, hello, she kept crying and sobbing. I got a bit worried, my heart beat faster, and I started sweating all of a sudden. Is someone dead? I asked my self. I got up and sat on my bed in the darkness.

Fear gripped me when she finally managed a faint voice after nearly ten minutes of crying. She said, “Please, I don’t know why I called you, something kept pushing me to call this number and I had to write it down before calling to be sure I did not miss it.”

I need someone to talk to and for help but not just anyone, Anna said. I was getting worried even more, so I asked her what the problem was.

She was so plain and straight to the point and said she was raped almost a year ago when armed men broke into their home. This was days after the parents have returned from abroad. Both parents were made to watch her being raped by the robbers who looted all the parents brought home. After the incident, they killed both parents and tied her up on the bed, and left her to her faith.

Fear gripped me. she went on to say… please don’t cut the call on me because I have called many over the past one year and each cut the call on the first day or some other day because of my story. I hastily promised not to.

When I enquired why she was crying now, she revealed that the rape and shooting incident took place between 11: 55 pm and 12:10 am and so she has always woke up from her sleep around that same time on several occasions crying.

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We spoke at length for nearly three hours but the sobbing was more than talking from her end, being religious, I prayed with her for a while and kept encouraging her but at around 3 am; she kept quiet, no more crying, I realized she slept off.

These free night calls kept coming for close to three months on a regular basis that, my mum got worried haven noticed that, I was spending more hours during midnight talking into the early hours of the day. She inquired, but I told her there was no issue and that the calls were critical and someone’s life depended on it.

Her calls always came around the same time between 11: 55 pm and 12:10 am and she was always in tears. During the day, I looked for motivation statements ahead of her call to be able to do my part.

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On one such occasion, I asked her where she was; she said she was in the Ashanti region and a student at the KNUST and a first-year student for that matter. She also revealed she was staying with her aunt who takes care of her however she has so much pain in her heart and hated men including the husband of her aunt.

Are you in a relationship? I asked. No … but, she answered. During our conversation, she shared a pathetic fact for which reason she hated men and was not in a relationship and why she said but…

I got to know that, since the rape ordeal, her respect for men had fallen and she never wanted to have anything to do with men. Because of this, when she gained admission to a popular girls’ school in the Ashanti region, she was introduced to ‘supi supi’ by her school mother and that filled the vacuum in her heart and her relationship needs. She swore an oath on the day of her initiation and soon become the talk of the town and in the school.

Some of the revelations made my mouth drop and I cannot open up on those ones, her new-found friends brought her fame at school, money, and everything she wanted to have and she had risen through the ranks to become the queen of the lesbians’ group in her school while in her final year and enjoyed the enviable position with all the benefits that came with it.

Using the word of God, I kept preaching to my friend, convincing her she had to come out of this mess if she was to win her real self back. She warned that; I do not discuss her problem with my pastor which I did not do until recently.

Fasting upon fasting was done just for her. During one of such late-night calls, Anna said, she was getting attacks and that I should keep praying for her because an attempt to withdraw from what she was trying to stop was seriously impacting her now. That dawn, I placed a call to a teacher friend to support me in prayers for an hour and share brief information on the matter with him.

A lot happened between us, we exchanged letters, phone calls and I got the chance to speak to the aunt who was very shocked that the lady had introduced me to her as a good friend because she has never seen a male friend around her and she hardly spoke with those in the community because of what she went through.

The sad revelation that broke my heart was that my new found but strange friend revealed that she was willing to quit but something had cropped up.

She had joined the adult lesbian group on the university campus and had been promoted to be the queen and leader. The position meant she had to recruit others. She gets her own apartment and a car as benefits. However, she refused to take up the post and told them she was quitting.

After a few misunderstandings on going back, her phone was seized by some leaders of the group she belonged to. She later called a few days after and revealed this to me. But before she called I had received death threats and warnings from varied lines. Each call came without the number showing and I could not return a call.

It was during these days that she called, informed me she was on her way to Accra. We agreed to meet at the Kumasi station at Circle because she felt she was being monitored and was in Accra for some business connected to her group.

We hugged each other we met because it was the first time we were seeing each other. I felt very insecure however she told me, I was safe at the station and spoke for less than 15 minutes then a call came through so she had to leave. She spent three days at a hotel in Accra she revealed later but was a tight lip on why she was there.

Our friendship continued, but I noticed she was drawing closer and her conversations turned more romantic. I noticed she started falling in love with me but I was not opening up because I did not feel that connection and was not ready to move our friendship to another level.

The calls from her female friends kept coming in. It was becoming very difficult to even concentrate at school. I noticed I was being stressed. I planned to lodge a police report but haven discussed it with her she assured me it was really nothing because they had noticed she had divided attention and has been discussing me with them.

She called a few days later and said, she had had a change of mind. What was it I asked…Her response was simple…” I am going back to my old self” I have been denied all the good I had, my friends have threatened to come to my house and community to post bills with my picture that I am a lesbian. They threatened to do the same on campus.

That was the last time I heard from my friend. Today, all I have is a memory of her plus her beautiful pictures in my photo album, and her story which is locked up in my mind. Only God can tell where she is now? Friend… I hope you are well and all is well.

This is a true story shared with us: We keep the identity of the gentleman anonymous