Inside Asiedua’s chest: Stuck in an abusive relationship
Days before I met Mensah, my pastor had prophesied to me that God had heard my cry and that my teary days were over. For me, Mensah was the light that God had sent to outshine the darkness in my life. I met him through a friend when Mensah returned to Ghana from Ireland in 2014. The 42-year-old engineer was an example of the perfect man I had been praying to have in my life. He is slim, muscular, with a strongly defined face, almost perfect cheekbones and a well-defined chin and nose. He had been living in the UK for 22 years, schooling and working. He got married but was divorced at the time we met. He told me his ex-wife left their home in Ireland with their three-year-old baby girl for Ghana after they had a heated argument one day. ‘I did everything a husband would do for a wife but she never stopped nagging. We fought sometimes but got over them but she called for a divorce after she arrived in Ghana,’ I remember very well these words from Mensah when I asked him why ...