‘I will worship you’ was the song he powerfully sang as he led the worship the first day I stepped foot at the church. What a lovely voice he had. Even though he face was not as sweet as the voice there was something I liked best about him; his Christian virtue.
I have a dream of raising a Christian home and I thought I found the perfect match. Perhaps his lost rib was me, I convinced myself. I fell head over heels in love with him and we dated for two years.
On that faithful day when the sun refused to shine and the gods refused to respond to the cry of the ancestors, Kweku, as I affectionately call him with my melodious voice, also refused to pick my calls. I called and called and called again till my phone went off and I used my second phone but still to no avail.
This has never happened to me and I began to contemplate why Kweku would not pick up my calls. I decided to rush to his house because I needed to prepare his lunch as I always do on Sundays, so I wanted to be sure what he would love to eat before I go to the market. But my honey will still not pick.
In my very prayerful mood I boarded a taxi and began to pray for him that nothing bad should happen to him. I was scared to the bone, I began to cry for him. God have mercy on me. This time I called and he picked but could hear some murmuring in the background and then his phone went off. I wondered and my anxiety grew worse.
After some few minutes, I arrived in his house. I knocked for five minutes but no one responded. Hmmmm…I sighed heavily.
In my anxiety, I now realized I had left my key at home; a lady having a key to her boyfriend’s house is a normal phenomenon because we have started counseling and had bought almost all we needed to for marriage except the wedding gown.
But hey, I knew my way around that house as though I was the architect that designed the house. So I decided to use the gate we had both named ‘stoway’ and guess what I saw.
I couldn’t believe my eyes, my ears and my intuitions. Everything went blank as though my Creator had shut my five senses. Is this real? NO! I said to myself. After that wonderful experience in church today, Kweku had led today’s worship service so well that people were crying, praying and healing was taking place as well.
A pastor had even said his ministry is worship and I felt so proud and fulfilled. But just as his ability to lead so great a service had surprised me, I was even more flabbergasted when I saw Kweku in bed with another lady both naked. For five minutes I stood and watched them but they both did not notice my presence. I then took my seat with the intention that Kweku will notice when I breath while sitting.
As soon as I moved, the lady notice my presence and started cackling and emitting sounds I heard only in American movies. Kweku finally realized that I was in the room and said to me ‘calling before coming was the right thing to do lady…’. I calmly walked out of the room because I was too courteous to fight. It’s been six months down the line and Kweku never called or ‘watsapped’ me even though we meet in church every other Sunday.
One faithful Sunday, when I had overcome all the shocks and disappointment, my pastor then announced the banns for the solemnization of the holy matrimony between Kweku and his ‘Mrs’- to-be. I attended the wedding ceremony and presented a gift to the couple and not a thank you did I receive but life goes on for me.
Today, his conscience haunts him and keeps bothering me. I know I serve a living God and Kweku might have had his way with me but God will make a way.
I will tell you what happened to him in my next write-up.
