Academic life began again and I was determined to graduate with distinction. I found most of the courses we were studying in the final year easier than in previous semesters. Some older folks had a challenge in assimilating the courses we were being taught. I usually organise extra classes and taught them to grasp the key concept of the subject areas we were studying. This won me a lot of admiration and respect. My intelligence made me popular and won me the accolade ‘professor’. The diction of my sermon was flooded with theological jargon which displayed my knowledge in Biblical studies and languages. My chief aim was to impress my audience to appreciate my intelligence and theological prowess. This they did usually after church service through handshakes and numerous accolades. I felt very proud of myself and this affected even my speech, walking and dressing. I was unwilling to mingle with some of my old friends because I felt they were not my class anymore.
In our final year, we were to have our practical attachment as chaplains of institutions. Some of the students were posted to the prison, hospitals and children’s homes. I was posted to the Police Hospital to study under the Police chaplain, Rev Kakraba. Fridays were our practical attachment days and as such there were no classes. Rev kakraba received me well and gave me a good orientation of the hospital and the duties of the chaplain. My main duty was to pray with the invalids and give them hope by sharing the word of God with them, where needed, counsel them. In the discharge of my duties, I had the opportunity of ministering to a beautiful young lady and the boss of one of the branches of ‘Capital Insurance Company’ in Ghana. She became my friend and was very appreciative of my care and spiritual support for her well-being. Her name is Juanita, she was adorable, courteous and a god-fearing lady. When she eventually got better and was discharged from the hospital, we still communicated and not long after we started dating. Juanita was 31 years and had already accomplished a lot in life. She was very intelligent and well nurtured. She had her own car and house and obviously looking for true love. She expressed her fear of men loving her because of her achievement and possessions but believes that a man of God will rather be faithful to her because of his fear and reverence for God.
We met mostly on Saturdays at the beach or mall for lunch and had chats about ourselves and our future aspirations. There were parts of my life I was never going to reveal to her since I feared it will jeopardize the trust and love she had for me. I thread cautiously because she was the type of lady I won’t easily let go of for anything. She knew I was not rich but loved me because she believed I was a man of God and will equally love and be committed to her for the rest of her life. I felt committed to this relationship and felt I had finally met the woman of my life. She made sure my foodstuffs were not in short supply. From the time we started dating, Juanita, would either shop before coming to pick me out or shop for me when coming to alight me on campus before going home. Once again life felt good, certainly because I had met a lady who was willing to do anything to make me comfortable and happy.
One bright afternoon, a colleague of mine, knocked on my door and told me I had a beautiful female visitor who had come to see me, I was in fact expecting Juanita so I asked him
“Where has she parked her vehicle?”
He replied, “the lady is without a car, she is sitting under one of the trees in front of the dining hall waiting for you”
I became curious so I hurried to see who that lady might be.
To my surprise, my beautiful female visitor was Ewurama. I put up a fake smile because I was expecting Juanita who could show up any moment.
“Ewurama why you are here and what a pleasant surprise?!”
She replied in a rather indifferent tone, “Yes brother Sammy, I came to see you on a very important issue.”
I got alarmed and drew closer to her and asked her “Is it your school fees, how much is it? I may not have all the money but could help you.”
She gave me an accusatory look and dropped heart-piercing news, “brother Sammy I missed my period for the last two and half months and when I checked, the result am positive, please I am pregnant”
I suddenly went blank and speechless for about three minutes and replied in a very distressful voice “how..,? when..?, what about…?”
“Ewurama are you sure of what you are saying?”
“Why would I live my campus only to come and lie to you that I am pregnant” she retorted.
At that material moment, I had a call from Juanita, with joy she said to me
“Sweetheart, I am almost at the gate of your school please come out of your room and meet me” I quickly replied “J, please give me about 15 minutes, I will be there, thank you”
Nervousness had a better part of me now, Ewurama was about messing up my day. I swiftly changed my demeanour, appeared hopeful and told her I will meet her the following day and that I had an appointment to honour, I gave her money for transportation and left hurriedly to meet Juanita. I could tell, Ewurama was disappointed “after all were we not friends with benefit at the time? I hope she is not getting emotionally attached to me.”
On the night of the same day, I could not sleep because there was a fire on the mountain. Ewurama’s pregnancy became a pain in my neck, which had a lot of negative implications for my progress in life. If Juanita got to know of it, it will surely affect her love for me and consequently terminate our relationship. If Rev. Owusu got to know that I had impregnated her daughter, I am sure he was going to be extremely disappointed in me and report the matter to the Bible school which will lead to my dismissal. Consequentially, it will render me not qualified to be commissioned as a pastor in my church. What will Pastor Derick even think of me?; that will be a very big blow to him as my mentor. I can imagine the magnitude of the shame and insult my mother would go through as a result of my actions and most importantly my relegation to the background and removal from all the positions and functions I hold and perform at church. My conclusion was that Ewruama’s pregnancy will be the beginning of my downfall, I had built a strong reputation for myself and was on the way to glory, I won’t allow this young lady to jeopardize my future. I had to think fast and act swiftly to avert any catastrophe. I called her in the night and asked her to meet me at a familiar joint in Accra the following day.
We met the following day and we spoke at length on what to do. Ewurama initially made a shocking revelation which got me furious and frustrated. I had to be calm and cunning about the problem at hand or else if she blows an alarm that will be my end. Ewurama told me she fell in love with me even before she realised that she was pregnant.
“Brother Sam you are a loving and caring gentleman, I could hardly forget about you after we parted ways at the bus station”. She indeed concluded that she was glad to be pregnant for me but she apparently realised from my facial expression and demeanour that I did not share the same sentiment with her. I quickly reminded her that, she should not forget that we were friends with mutual benefit and moreover she never wanted to marry a pastor in the first place. The pregnancy was an accident that we needed to get rid of. Ewurama, could not hide her shock after hearing me. “Ewurama, please this pregnancy is not the will of the Lord, let us abort it!”
I had to consistently remind her about the implications of keeping the pregnancy and made her feel guilty for my downfall if she decided to keep the pregnancy. She cried and finally agreed to go ahead with the abortion. I was grateful to her and gave her GHC 600 cedis to find a nice private clinic and have it done with. I sense Ewurama’s image about me changed, how could a man of God who is responsible for her pregnancy insist that she abort her pregnancy? She least expected that decision from me but I cared less and was determined to become a public figure and a husband to an industrious and well-accomplished woman. Seriously, I had developed a hatred for Ewurama and saw her as a threat to my success. I patiently and persuasively edged her to go through the abortion process. She rang me within the week and confirmed that it had been done, I was grateful to her and thanked her for understanding my predicament and cooperating wisely. From that day forward, I deliberately distanced myself from her and blocked her contact on my phone.
Juanita and I continued with our relationship. Eventually, we had to introduce ourselves to our respective families. Her parents were devoted Christians. Her father was a lawyer and a politician and her mum was a medical doctor. It was obvious she came from a well-endowed and disciplined home. Her parents often advised her to marry a well-educated and god-fearing man and those were the qualities she believed she found in me. Lawyer and Dr Mrs Mensah received me graciously and I was greatly honoured to meet these reputable personalities. Our conversations were mainly about my family and educational background. Juanita’s father’s words before I left, them put a hopeful smile on my face,
“Samuel, we are glad our daughter has found joy in you as her future husband, you have our full support. Feel free and come in any time you wish, you are more than welcome to our home.”
Juanita could not hide her joy as well after hearing her father’s inspirational speech. Not long after that, Juanita and I went to visit my parents and my mum was overly happy to meet her. I had already been talking to her about Juanita and she could not wait to meet the lady who was going to be her daughter-in-law. My dad was one fellow who was not really keen on the type of lady I was going to marry, once I was happy and loved her, he was ok. After seeing our respective families we introduced each other to our respective pastors who were happy and encouraged us to start counselling as soon as possible. It became well known by our family, friends and church members that Juanita and I were a prospective couple.
One Friday night, I visited Juanita and after supper, we were watching a movie together, I was determined to spend the night there. She told me it was late and that I had to get going so that I could reach campus safely. I told her, I will love to spend the night with her. She looked at me in amazement but replied “ok if you say so.”
I was hoping we would spend the night in her room and eventually have a romantic time together but she showed me to her guest room and told me to feel at home. I felt disappointed but pretended all was well. In the night I woke up and could not believe that I was under the same roof with my fiancé but not on the same bed with her. My mind had begun to develop a sinister image of Juanita and me in bed making love. I got up walked to her door and silently but mischievously opened her door and entered her room, she wore transparent pyjamas and was fast asleep.
For the first time, I saw her breast through her half-open pyjamas and part of her thighs. I walked like a thief and sat beside her on the bed. My body had been activated and ready for action. I began rubbing my hand around her legs through to her thighs and then began to smooch her stomach whiles firmly squeezing her breast. She opened her eyes and in a quiet and audible voice she said,
“Sam, what are you doing, we are not married yet, we can’t have sex!” “But you know l love you so much Juanita and I am willing to do anything for you”
“Yes I know but we are Christians and should not do this now” She replied whiles pushing me away gently. I was disappointed as if the worst thing had happened to me in life. I got up and went back to my room in distress. For the first time, a lady has refused me sex, I felt disgraced and ashamed of myself. In the morning, I apologised to her that I was sorry for what I did in the night, it was surely the plot of the devil to mar our beautiful relationship through promiscuity but I am glad she stood her ground and made sure the will of God was done in our lives. I was still furious with myself because I had been denied sex by a lady who calls herself my fiancée.
It became clear, I was courting a lady who won’t compromise her morals for anything. She was a woman of her own class and won’t be influenced by any of my moves to get her to make love to me before our wedding. We were almost done with counselling and our wedding will come off soon after my graduation. Deep down in my heart, I felt women with such convictions were hard and that means I won’t easily have my way in our marriage. I wanted to have a wife, I could control and have my way with anytime I wanted. Juanita was not that type of lady, she was independent-minded and would express her displeasure anytime she felt taken for granted. For my colleagues and church members, I was one of the luckiest young men to be married to such a successful lady from one of the richest and most reputable families in Ghana.
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