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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 PT 2

Photo Credit: Carlos and Catherine Howze

Photo Credit: Carlis and Catherine Howze

CHAPTER 5
Anyone who knows me, Clara Afua Woode, knows me to be very inquisitive. I’m not gullible. I really love to pry and find answers to anything that bothers my mind. Besides, I have learned to trust my instincts. Trust me when I say, I pay a great deal of attention to my instincts.
It even grew worse after Oscar’s demise. My desire to find out who killed my husband was fierce and it made me pay attention to the slightest detail.

CHAPTER 6
In Oscar’s “Recently Deleted ” album were screenshots of messages between himself and an unknown number, the number had no name.
You had to see what I was seeing. I didn’t even know if to scream or keep mute. My hands shook as I read on and my feet trembled. Beads of sweat had already started forming on my forehead and chin. Chills run through my spine and my legs couldn’t bear the pressure. The images I was seeing and the texts I was reading were horrible! That was what got me crashing on the floor and finally landing in the hospital bed, I guess.
I had fallen into a coma and being unconscious for 2days.
Oscar wasn’t all that he said he was. He was trickster with a Ph.D in pretending.
I regretted ever meeting him.

CHAPTER 7
I met Oscar as a greeter at my church. He was a new convert and had just finished his New Convert class. In my church, after going through the disciple class, new converts are encouraged to join any movement of their choice to help them get active in church and while at it, work out their own salvation with fear and trembling. That day, I had to be literally dragged out of bed to go to church cus I was so tired from the other night’s party with the girls. On my arrival at church, I was greeted by this tall, dark, fit and cute guy. My decision to come to church wasn’t a bad one after all. Whew!
He was so sweet. He smiled and said, “welcome to today’s service” then reached out for my hand and helped me climb the stairs. He looked absolutely stunning in his jeans and well pressed white shirt with his sleeves folded just the way I love to see my man. His smile was infectious and it stayed with me throughout the service. I wanted to see him again!

CHAPTER 8
After service, I headed towards the car park and reached for my car. Immediately I was ready to move, I looked through my rare view mirror and behold…there was the greeter! Ouh! God’s sense of humor amazes me, I thought to myself and smiled.
Before I could say Jack he was standing beside me. I had to pretend I wasn’t crushing on him but my nerves betrayed me. This ensued between us:
Oscar: Hi, I’m Oscar and you are?
Me: I’m Clara.
Oscar: Kindly pardon but seeing you earlier, I felt you needed some good amount of sleep. It showed all over your face though you tried concealing it with make up. (Smiles)
Me: Oh you don’t say! I was tired and didn’t even want to come but my mom wasn’t having it. How long have you been here in this church ? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.
Oscar: oh really? It’s been almost 6months.
Me: Wow! I don’t think I’ve noticed you.
Ok Oscar, clearly you know I need some sleep so I guess I’ll see you around.
Oscar: Oh yeah there’s a time for everything indeed. Maybe this is the time God destined for us to meet each other. I was just on my way out too. I look forward to seeing you again. Do have a nice week.
Me: Thank you !

CHAPTER 9
On Tuesday at the bank where I work as Customer Service personnel, there was Oscar sitting right in front of me seeking clarification on some issues with his account. Trust me, it was only a coincidence. I found out he had a fat account yet he appeared so humble and simple to me.
We exchanged pleasantries, he told me how happy he was to see me again. I gave him answers and the update he needed with what was going on with his money and bingo! The problem was solved.
It was around 10 in the morning so he offered to pick me for lunch later and I agreed. I would have been the biggest fool to turn him down, i told myself.

Days and weeks passed and we kept seeing each other. There was something quietly amazing about this guy I couldn’t place my finger on. His baritone voice resounded in my heart and ears and it was a joy to hear him speak or even say my name, “Clara”. He was careful and gentle. The kind of guy who will open the car door for me and draw the chair for me to sit at lunch or dinner. He will compliment me and make me feel good about myself. In one of our conversations, I got to know that we shared the same perceptions on sex before marriage. He told me he had repented and accepted the Lord as his personal savior and that meant he will obey His precepts including waiting until marriage before sex. Ooh hallelujah! This is my portion, I said a silent thank you prayer.
I must admit that everything was moving so fast but I couldn’t be bothered. One fateful day while we were out for dinner, he pulled out a ring proposed to me. Did I say yes? I bet you guessed right!
Joy, like a river filled my soul.
Little did I know that was the beginning of my woes.

End of Part 2. Watch out for how this story unfolds in the final part.

DISCLAIMER ⚠️ The people in the image used are not in any way associated to this story. This is only a fiction!

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: Thank you to Mr&Mrs Carlis Howze for permitting me to use this photo. 🎀

Written by Jackie Hanson
www.thekhayilwoman.com

The writer, Jackie Hanson

The writer, Jackie Hanson

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