Dear GhanaWeb,

Two weeks ago, something happened to me that I still cannot explain, and honestly, I don’t know whether to feel lucky or afraid.

That afternoon started like any other frustrating day as a student. I had left campus to meet my brother because I desperately needed money. But just as I was getting close, he called to say he couldn’t make it; he hadn’t been able to get the money after all.

Disappointed, I turned around and began the long walk back to campus, already worrying about how I would survive the semester.

Out of nowhere, a woman stopped me. She looked worried and asked for directions to a reputable hospital. She said she had been admitted there but stepped out to get something and got lost.

I explained the directions to her and suggested she take a car heading that way. But instead of leaving, she kept talking to me. She asked what I was doing there. I gave her a simple answer, but she pressed further.

“Did you meet the person?” she asked.

Before I knew it, I was telling her everything, about my brother, the money, and my situation. It felt strange, but also oddly comforting.

Then, without warning, she handed me an envelope and told me to use it to sort myself out. Before I could even process what was happening, she walked away.

I didn’t open the envelope immediately. It all felt too unreal.

But when I finally did, my heart nearly stopped. Inside were neatly stacked GH₵200 notes. When I got back to campus and counted it, the total was GH₵2,000.

I couldn’t believe it.

That same day, I paid my outstanding school fees of GH₵1,800 and left the remaining GH₵200 in the envelope. I felt relieved, grateful, and incredibly lucky.

But three days later, everything changed.

I picked up the envelope to use the remaining GH₵200. When I opened it, my hands froze, and the money was back to GH₵2,000.

I thought I was imagining things.

I quickly checked my student portal. My fees had indeed been paid. Everything was real. That’s when fear crept in.

For two days, I didn’t touch the envelope. I just stared at it, wondering what kind of situation I had gotten myself into.

Then I decided to test it.

I took GH₵600 from it to help a friend, leaving GH₵1,400. I counted it carefully, more than once. That night, it was still GH₵1,400.

But the next morning, it was GH₵2,000 again.

At that point, I stopped touching it completely.

Since then, the money has remained untouched, sitting in that same envelope. I’ve thought about going back to the hospital to look for the woman, but I don’t even know her name or remember her clearly enough to ask around.

Part of me feels like this is a blessing, something rare and miraculous. Another part of me is deeply unsettled. Nothing in life comes this easily, and certainly not something that keeps restoring itself.

I don’t want to fall into any kind of trap, spiritual or otherwise. I don’t want to wake up one day and regret accepting that envelope.

But at the same time, what if this is something good?

What would you do if you were in my shoes?

FG/EB

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