They were all traders in the market. Pinaman was in her 30s, with three children, and engaged to be married. Frema, on the other hand, was in her early 20s. Despite their age difference, they were very close friends. Life in the market wasn’t easy, and Frema believed a pretty girl like her deserved better. She dreamed of a rich man who could take her out of her struggles—suffering didn’t suit her.

Pinaman often assured her, “As a woman, there’s nothing better than earning your own income. It gets better, trust me.”

But Frema was skeptical. Market life wasn’t what she envisioned for herself. She lived with her elder sister, who ran a bar. One day, her sister introduced her to a financially stable man, but there was a catch: the man, David, was Pinaman’s fiancé.

Frema saw this as her golden opportunity to escape the market and the life she despised. David, being unfaithful, fell for her charms. He broke off his engagement with Pinaman, leaving her heartbroken. The betrayal cut deeper when Pinaman discovered Frema was the woman who had stolen her man. Devastated, Pinaman threatened Frema, swearing she would make her pay. But her threats only seemed to strengthen David and Frema’s bond.

David and Frema had a simple traditional marriage and moved into a company apartment. Life was good. They had three beautiful children, and for a time, everything seemed perfect. But the tides soon turned. David lost his job, and the family had to rely entirely on Frema’s small shop to survive.

As things became harder, David left town for another region in search of work. That was the last time their marriage saw any joy. He stopped coming home, stopped sending money, and stopped caring altogether. Frema was left a single mother in all but name, still wearing David’s ring and hoping he would come to his senses.

When her sons asked, “When is Daddy coming home?” she didn’t know how to answer.
When her daughter asked, “Will Daddy ever come back?” she wanted to tell her that she’d lost him the same way she got him.

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Frema couldn’t complain. Deep down, she knew she deserved it.

One evening, her sister called with gossip.
“I heard David is married to another woman in Kumasi,” her sister said.

Frema didn’t react. She had already accepted the reality.
“Good for him... Have you heard anything about Pinaman?” she asked quietly.

“Yes,” her sister replied with a hint of glee. “She married a senior immigration officer. She’s living well now, very well.”

Frema sighed deeply. “I’m so happy she got her happy ending,” she said softly.

After the call ended, Frema sat in silence, her thoughts heavy. She thought about Pinaman’s pain, and how she must have felt raising her children alone after David abandoned her. Frema could now feel the weight of it, the anguish of being left to carry it all.

She couldn’t complain. This was karma, and though it took its time, it had arrived at the perfect moment.