Good evening, two months ago, I was poisoned.
In my circle of friends, I’m the most financially stable and, arguably, the kindest. There are seven of us: four are in the army, one works in real estate, and I’m involved in licensed gold mining.
I spend most of my time out in the bush, but whenever I return to the city, I bring palm wine with me. I also own a few pig farms in town, so I often have my workers prepare a pig for a gathering, what we call a “pork show,” with my friends at my house.

A couple of months ago, one of my friends in the army had just bought a house and was throwing a housewarming party. We decided to move our “pork show” to his new place to celebrate.
The gathering was much larger than our usual get-togethers. He’s quite popular, so I wasn’t surprised by the crowd. But despite the numbers, it was still just the seven of us sitting together, laughing, eating pork, and drinking palm wine.

I left around 1:00 a.m., feeling great. But on my way home, I suddenly felt dizzy. I pulled over, and as a sharp pain tore through my head, I felt blood trickling from my nose. I touched it and saw red blood. At that moment, I knew I’d been poisoned.
With what little strength I had, I managed to call my younger sister, who’s a nurse. I told her I’d been poisoned and that I was just a few minutes from home. That’s the last thing I remember.

I woke up the following Wednesday in the Korle-Bu Teaching Hospital. I’d suffered extensive organ damage, and I was told to avoid salt, pepper, and almost anything that makes food enjoyable. I’m home now, trying to recover, but I can’t shake the questions in my mind: “Who would do this to me?” “Was it an accident?” “Was it intentional?”
The hardest part is realizing that it had to be one of the seven of us sitting at that table. I’ve known these friends for over 12 years. I trust them. I’m the calm one, the kind one, I can’t imagine one of them wanting to harm me.

But I also can’t ignore the reality. I kept my drink with me the whole time, yet somehow, I was poisoned. Now, I feel unsafe around them. Years of friendship hang in the balance, threatened by this shadow of suspicion. But how can I even ask, “Which of you did this to me?”