NO SHADES OF GRAY
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.
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?
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.
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.