How It All Started – Part 2

The Phone Call That Broke Me

The incident happened on Thursday, 17th March 2006.

At the time, I was in China pursuing a two-year course in Healing and Beauty Therapy. On that faithful day, my husband called me, and we spoke for one hour and forty-five minutes before the network suddenly failed.

We tried several times to reconnect, but all efforts failed. My colleague, Samuel Danso, also kept trying repeatedly, but we could not reach him.

Little did we know that he had already passed away in the fatal accident.

Later that evening, around 6 PM China time, I received a strange call from an unknown woman. Instead of introducing herself, she began raining insults on me. When I asked who she was, she refused to identify herself and continued speaking harsh and painful words.

Then she ended the call with shocking words:

“He is in the mortuary.”

The moment I heard those words, I collapsed.

I was rushed to the hospital by officials from my school. After some hours, I regained consciousness, but reality began to sink in slowly. I felt confused, broken, and emotionally destroyed. It seemed unreal, like a terrible dream I desperately wanted to wake up from.

My sanity was shaken, and my life changed instantly.

Eventually, I was granted a one-week visa to travel back to Ghana for my husband’s burial.