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.
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.
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!
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 !
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