My name is Kwame. I’m 41, from Kumasi. For years I was the strong one, the man who worked all day and still made my wife smile at night.

Then it started slowly. A few minutes became a few seconds. I would finish before she had even begun to enjoy herself. Some nights, I could not get hard at all.

I remember the silence afterwards. She turned her back and pretended to sleep, but I heard her crying softly. She never blamed me, and somehow that hurt more than any words.

I laughed with my friends in the day. At night, I felt like less than a man.

I started avoiding the bedroom. I worked late. I stopped touching her. I was too ashamed to tell anyone, even my brother.

I wasted money on roadside powders and pills. Some did nothing. Some left me feeling worse. I was tired, broke and losing hope.

Then an uncle who had lived in Côte d’Ivoire put a bottle in my hand. Attote, the bitter root tonic the men of Korhogo have taken for generations. “Take it consistently, my son,” he said. “It is what our fathers used.”

I doubted, but I was desperate. In the weeks that followed I felt more energy, more warmth, more desire. The night my wife turned to me and smiled again, I cried in the dark.

No man should suffer in silence the way I did. Your story can change too.