Oh my God! What my fate would be, I thought. The only remaining cash I had in store was a payment of my girlfriend's school fees she had been given a reminder note from the school's administration that in two weeks: students owing the school would be sent out of class if they don't meet up with their obligations. Because of this note I decided to save some money each day.

Almost all of the cash I gathered from the business earlier that day was spent as inducement to free my goods. We waited around with the hope of succeeding, but were told to return the next day.

When I got home that evening, my girlfriend was eager to hear the result of my effort in collecting our goods. All alone, this was when I couldn't control my tears. I couldn't hold to be a true man because of the imaginations of what might become the result of this loss. I tried explaining to her but more tears drop from my eyes then what I could say. It was hard, it was troubling. She tried consoling me but busted into sudden tears and cried even more than I did.

All night long I couldn't sleep; waiting for dawn and wondering on what would be the outcome of my effort in getting by business back I laid on my bed uneasily.

Early the next morning, I had to say my prayers before leaving my bed though this was not my usual habit. I had since strongly believe in the power of prayers when my life was saved by the prayers the evangelist gave while on a death squad alone with me. I had always being wanting to pray but weakness always over power my efforts to do so. This time, no obstacle could stop me from praying and so I took about thirty minutes to put my guts out in prayers.

When I arrived at the police headquarters, my friends were already waiting for me. The police officer we had dealt with was out of the premises. Yet after many hours of waiting we couldn't see him.

We waited and waited but he didn't come. At this point I began to fell some kind of suspicion. I told my friends about it, but they didn't take it serious. Not long we gathered that this officer had being assigned to a rural county and that the previous day was his last in Monrovia.

My heart was heavy again. One of my friends busted into sudden tears upon hearing that news. All through my life, this was one of the most devastating evil carried on against me. He knew that he couldn't help us why did he decide to destroy us?

I finally gave up the hope trying to get my goods back after we had waited a full week without seeing the officers. My girlfriend had drop from school and couldn't complete the class. The little I had as her school fees was blown up; at this point my trouble had just begun.

We became liability on friends and family. There was no immediate relative around that was ready to help resurrect me. Only my mother and siblings could do such but they were very far out of my reach in an unknown land. Then confusion broke out in our home. My girlfriend couldn't bear the suffering and started to sleep out with another man. She had told me in order to reduce the burden on me; she could be taking regular vacations to her mother some where in the Paynesville area. Before I realized the true nature of those vacations, she had already being impregnated and had dangerously aborted it.

This caused her a serious illness that ended her up in the emergency room. What could I have done? Sit and let her die? No, my heart wasn't strong for such and so needed to do something. With no where to turn I had to take a loan from a saving club somewhere in the neighborhood in order to sponsor her treatment.

After she recovered, the pressure grew heavier for me. The problems were too many on my mind that could cause me a suicide if my heart wasn't strong enough.  I had no money for our feeding and so sat around with friends all day. What a friend ate was what I could eat, depends if that friend decided to share with me. Sometimes from dawn until dusk, I ate nothing.

My girlfriend and I would usually meet at bedtime after leaving the house early. Some days she presented me with money. Upon being asked as for the source of it, her answer would be a question in return. Asking me if she did not have any friends or families to give her money, her answers were a bit cheeky but I couldn't say or do anything.

I'll tell you what; a man that lacks the cash power to look after his girlfriend is never considered a true man even if he had the most handsome appeals. After sometimes, few of my friends back off from me. The gossip among them was that I embarrassed them a lot begging for small money and that I show no interest in getting a job.

The pressure grew heavier when the time came that I had to pay back the money loaned to me by the club. I had not paid a penny towards that debt. They threaten to confiscate all of my personal belongings and yet I couldn't do anything.

That was another big trouble again. The Christmas season was drawing nearer when one early Monday morning we were awakened by the saving club agents and a police officer. They asked us out of the room and collected every thing of their money's worth. I had sold my TV set and the generator plus few of my good wearing a long time since. As the result, most of my girlfriend's glad face, it was a show of shame. Never in my life I had been so much embarrass. I couldn't bear the shame and so stayed out of home for days.

I return home late on the fifth day very drunk. I had slept with friends the nights before. As usual, he offered me some glass of wine that evening and at least that gave me the guts to go home. My girlfriend refused to let me in. she locked the door before me and ignored my persistent call. After a tireless effort, I finally gave it up, sat on the floor and laid my hand against the wall. The next thing I noticed was the crow of roasters at about dawn the following morning. It was when I begun to fell the impact of the harmattan breeze.

At the end of that year we were given a removal notice by the landlord. The money I had paid to rent the apartment had been consumed and we had been given a bonus month upon my plea but couldn't renew my obligations after that. Hence, we had to leave. There was no where we had to go at the time. Nobody could accommodate us, not even a friend or a family member. Every one had their own problems to explain. Later a next door neighbor who pitied my conditions decided to keep out few belongings upon a persistent plea but only for a short period.

I had explained to my girlfriend that I would try to find a place in order to keep our belongings until I find a room. It was unfortunate that it took a longer time than what we expected to find that place. After my plea was granted by that neighbor I thought that I had good news to give her.

I got home earlier that day with the thought that she would be willing to help me pack out. But it eventually turned out to be a different story, a sad one too. I will never forget about that moment.