Hello, GNG team, please keep me anonymous.
I’m a 26-year-old currently doing my national service in Accra. With my service schedule only requiring me to work from Monday to Friday, I usually have the weekends to myself, allowing time for personal activities like laundry, catching up on Netflix, and some much-needed rest.
One Saturday, while doing my laundry, I was approached by two Jehovah’s Witnesses on an evangelizing mission. They introduced themselves as Daniel and Magdalene and offered to discuss the word of God with me. Being a good Christian with both of my parents as pastors, I welcomed the opportunity to share in the teachings. Since moving to Accra for my national service, I hadn’t been attending church as frequently, so this seemed like a great way to reconnect with my faith.
Our conversation was insightful, and after our session, they promised to return for more discussions. True to their word, the next time I saw them was on a Sunday afternoon while I was enjoying some Netflix. This time, it was only Magdalene who came by. When I invited her inside, she suggested we sit outside to study the word of God. We did, but before we delved into the teachings, we found ourselves talking about her educational background and her aspirations to migrate to Canada to practice nursing. It turned out we shared the same ambition, which led to us exchanging contact information. From then on, Magdalene would visit alone for our fellowship sessions.
One Sunday, after I had just finished my laundry and was about to head out, Magdalene showed up again. However, this time, she wasn’t here for our usual fellowship. Instead, she wanted my advice on whether she should continue with her master’s degree or pursue her plans to travel abroad. I invited her in, offered her a drink, and served her some of the Jolof rice I had prepared. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, and before we knew it, hours had passed, and it was getting late.
As she was about to leave, Magdalene asked if she could give me a hug. Without hesitation, I opened my arms, and she embraced me warmly, filling the space between us with a quiet sense of connection.
That night, we had an extended conversation on WhatsApp, exchanging pictures and compliments, getting to know each other even more. The following week, when she came by for our usual fellowship, she decided to come inside. Before we could even begin our study, we found ourselves in each other’s arms.
What can I say, it happened. Yes, we had sex. We couldn’t get enough of each other that day, and she ended up staying until 6:30 pm.
The next day, after work, we met up again, and it happened once more. From that point on, we couldn’t go a day without seeing each other, she sneaks in at odd hours for us to have fun.
But then, one morning, she sent me a short text that turned my whole day upside down. It simply said, “Nana, we need to talk.” My mind started racing, wondering what it could be about. I asked her to tell me what was going on, but she insisted that we talk in person. That night, I left work early and rushed to see her.
Guys, Magdalene is pregnant. After she told me, I was completely overwhelmed, lost in my thoughts, and haven’t been able to function properly since. I’m really at a loss.
What should I do?
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