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NO SHADES OF GRAY PT 3

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    PART 3
    CHAPTER 10
    Fast forward today, i lay in the hospital bed with my mom and Oscar’s sitting beside me. My mom had called Oscar’s mom to tell her what she had seen and what had gotten me unconscious. They only knew the tip of the iceberg. They couldn’t wait to hear the story so I gave it to them.

    Before I met Oscar, I was in an “ungodly” relationship with Greg. Greg was a sweet guy but wasn’t saved. He wasn’t even a church-goer, at least. He was what we call “bad boy”. We used to have sex, go to the club and do all of the things that are considered “worldly”. My mom didn’t like my relationship with Greg neither did she like him. I loved Greg but I loved God. I will go to church on Sunday morning but spend the rest of the day with him doing what I shouldn’t be doing as an unmarried Christian lady. I wanted Greg as much as I wanted God in my life. But really, I couldn’t have my cake and eat it. I had to choose one. I remember he told me once bluntly that, it’s either I stayed with him or I left and focused on my God. He was sweet and charming and I couldn’t imagine leaving him. But I had to decide. I had reached a point in my life where I needed to take my relationship with God a notch higher, that was one of my new year resolutions. I knew I didn’t have to be a lukewarm Christian but I couldn’t help it so I stayed with him.

    CHAPTER 11
    When Oscar came into the picture, I realized that he was everything Greg wasn’t. He looked like a saint. He was God fearing but wore denim jeans and desert boots. He was different from the other church guys who still wore 15yards of trousers and had no chill. But Oscar!!!

    I didn’t think twice anytime I had to hang out with Oscar. Greg noticed I had changed but I couldn’t face him and tell him I was seeing someone I had wanted all this while. He loved me but not the kind of love that Jesus admonished the church to. His love was the “let’s make love if you truly love me” kind of love.
    He noticed my change of behavior and even caught me with Oscar one day. That was when he finally gave up and we broke up. I wasn’t hurt or broken hearted but I heard through some of our friends that Greg was having a hard time dealing with the break up, I cared less.
    As for my mom she was happy I had finally left the devil and met the saint, Oscar.

    CHAPTER 12
    Oscar had left his city to start a new life in my city where we met. His past was nothing good to write home about. Not knowing, he was a womanizer who had had almost 4 divorces. He used his charm on rich independent women and lured them to fall in love with him and eventually married them. He later poisons them or arrange with robbers to invade their house and operate. They kill the women and frame it as though they were indeed attacked. Oscar now becomes the rightful custodian of their money and properties then he relocates to another city for another candidate. I was going to be his 5th.

    However, the only son of his last late wife wasn’t having it. Prince, a junkie had escaped from the rehab center he was in when he heard what had happened to his mom and her money. He started tracking Oscar and threatened him to give him back what he had “stolen ” from his mom or he will kill him. Oscar as clever as he was will play on the guy’s intelligence, give him some money for drugs and hope that, that will be the end but this guy will show up again.
    In their last conversation, Prince threatened to ruin his wedding by killing his bride if he didn’t sign the power of attorney over his mother’s inheritance.

    Oscar still refused to budge and sign within the time frame he had been given. He thought I will be the one to be shot after all, he couldn’t be bothered.
    That fateful day, our wedding day, the tables turned and Prince executed what he had said he would. No, he didn’t shoot me for Oscar to escape? He shot Oscar and he himself was ran over by a tipper truck driver on the highway, we heard.

    CHAPTER 13
    Oscar’s mom buried her face in her palms and wept like a child.
    My mom apologized to me for contributing somehow to everything that had happened to me. She felt guilty. She was the one that influenced me even more to leave Greg and go after Saint Oscar.
    We left the hospital and I later found out that, in the season which Greg’s heart was broken by me, he found his way to church and surrendered his will to God, asked for forgiveness and set out on a whole new journey crazily for the things of God and totally in love with his new found love, Jesus. I heard he had even met a lady and they were preparing to get married.
    Until then, I didn’t know how much I loved Greg and how much I regretted for leaving him.
    I consoled myself. Perhaps we weren’t meant for each other or this is how it was meant to be.
    I went back to church, started the new converts class all over again, prayed more often and read the Bible like I should.
    I surrendered and gave my life back to God as a blank canvass and asked Him to paint it the way he wanted to.

    The END!

    DISCLAIMER:⚠️ The image of the person used in this story is not associated with the events in the story.It is only a fiction!

    ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: Thank you to Jemmy Monney for allowing me to use her photo. ☺️
    Written by Jackie Hanson
    www.thekhayilwoman.com

    The writer, Jackie Hanson

    The writer, Jackie Hanson

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NO SHADES OF GRAY

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NO SHADES OF GRAY
PART 1

CHAPTER 1
My dream to be a happy wife was short lived a few minutes after I had said”I do” to the man of my dreams. I could see the fire in Oscar’s eyes as he watched me take steady strides down the aisle as his bride.
I bet too many thoughts rushed through his mind. His facial expressions read something like, “Finally, I’ve paid the bride price. She’s going to be officially mine, Mrs Owusu Afriyie. Cheers to the end of lonely and cold nights. Waiting wasn’t easy but worth it after all.” I watched on as he beamed with glee. He couldn’t wait to carry me in his arms for the honeymoon at a coded location, it was going to be a surprise.

CHAPTER 2
Fairly, everyone was merry and excited to see us, two love birds on the dance floor dancing during the couple’s first dance. Ouh….Oscar had some crazy dance moves.
What seemed all exciting and beautiful came to a grinding halt when gunshots were heard firing all over the banquet area where the wedding reception was going on. People had to run for their dear lives by all means possible. They trampled over each other, there was a serious stampede.
Myself and my husband tried to escape the scene to find refuge somewhere. Just as we turned to head in the direction, there stood a fierce, masked gunman who fired four bullets into my Oscar’s chest….pow pow pow pow!!! Clearly they came for him. No one got shot but my Oscar. He died on the spot!

There was my husband laying helpless in my arms with blood gushing out from his chest and ribs. My Prince Charming, my tall glass of hot chocolate and husband of my dreams was gone in a split of a second. I couldn’t accept the reality. I cried my lungs out.
They should have shot me too so we die together, I cursed. In the spur of that moment, I only wanted to die. My insides churned. Only God knew what pain I was in. But why??? I had too many questions I never found answers to. What has my eyes beheld? How was I going to live the rest of my life seeing my best friend and lover die so painfully in my own arms?

CHAPTER 3
My brother and some relatives came and managed to carry him away from me to the hospital cus I won’t let go, it was a struggle. I couldn’t let him go just like that? What about the dreams we shared and the plans to make our home a haven to our kids? No Oscar!! Noo! This couldn’t be goodbye!
That night was supposed to be when we would first make love to each other. It was supposed to be our honeymoon somewhere serene and peaceful. But there I was with stains of blood and memories of the worst day ever. I was restless, broken and greatly saddened. A green leaf had fallen!

Oscar’s mom had already grown fond of me even before we started plans to get married. Such a great mother in-law she was going to be. She was with me every step of the way comforting and praying with me like my real mom did. She promised me we will get to the bottom of the matter and my husband’s killer would be brought to book. For some reasons, every time she said that, my heart leaped with joy. I sought vengeance so badly.

CHAPTER 4
The funeral rites were quickly over. Friends and sympathizers had left to continue with their own lives. Where was I going to start from? Hmm…your guess is as good as mine.
3months since 19th June had already come by and I had still not gotten over the shock. I didn’t want to accept that I needed therapy. My mom suggested she moved in so she could keep an eye on me, it was a great idea. All too soon I was the baby Clara she had carried in her arms some 29years ago catering for my every need.
One Sunday afternoon after church, I had managed to swallow some morsels of fufu with peanut butter soup and was feeling just ok. I decided to switch my late husband’s phone on. It was one of the things I used to do anytime I missed him.
I had already replied a bunch of the messages and chosen to ignore some. For once, I scrolled through his contact list and watched his pictures from one album to the other.
From the early stages when we used to go on lunch dates, the movies, Praise and Worship Concerts and our favorite Uncle Ebo Whyte’s play shows at the National Theatre. Those were priceless moments.
Then I opened the “Recently Deleted ” album also to see the not-so-cute selfies and pictures that never make the cut to Facebook and Instagram, I smiled.
Little did I know that, not everyone ‘s “Recently Deleted” album were necessarily a carrier of ugly selfies. All the answers I needed to know as to who killed my husband of 2hours were right before me.
End of Part 1!
Watch out to see how this story unfolds in the next part.

Written by Jackie Hanson
www.thekhayilwoman.com
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