“Hi!” Ikenna exclaimed in a high tone amidst an overwhelming crowd.
“Hello!” Nkiru responded reluctantly.
Ikenna quickly walked closer to
her, “I must confess,” He said, smiling. “You are truly a pretty damsel.”
“Thank you.” Nkiru appreciated.
“Are you from this town?” He asked, looking into her sexy eyes.
“Yes.”
Both of them were in a dancing mood.
It was during a traditional marriage ceremony between Chukwuma and
Adaora. Chukwuma happened to be Ikenna’s cousin as well as childhood friend,
while Adaora was Nkiru’s cousin sister. Chukwuma and Adaora hail from
neighbouring clans.
Ikenna was a promising and handsome young man based in Germany, Europe.
He was a renowned Casanova who was enjoying his bachelorhood in his early
forties. He actually came back to Nigeria for the said event.
There was no one in Umuokirika - the town where Ikenna hails from, who was
yet to know about him due to his flamboyant lifestyle. He was a rascal to the
core and never cared about what people say about his person. Prior to that
marriage ceremony, during his numerous previous visits to Nigeria, he had
succeeded in tendering marriage proposal to over fifteen ladies both in his
home town and in the Diaspora. Surely, he was indeed a notable play boy and a
notorious personality.
He came across Nkiru when both of them were dancing at the centre of the
gathering alongside the couple. There is no need saying that he was what any
lady would like to behold just for a second considering his costly appearance at
the occasion, and Nkiru was not an exception. When other dignitaries who rushed
to the dance floor to cheer with the couple were busy spraying Naira notes, he
was obviously showering the couple with hard currencies including US dollars
and Euros.
“Please, can we see by the
corner?” He urged Nkiru.
“Alright,” She said. “Just give me few seconds, I will join you later.”
On receiving the warmth
response, Ikenna – a dark, plump and an average man dressed in a grey caftan
and white leather slippers, quickly but stylishly walked out from the crowd to
a tranquil arena where he could have a word with the incoming victim.
Within a few seconds, the
chocolate-coloured, slim and tall looking lady clad in a blue mini-skirt, pink
top and a pair of pink shoes who seemed to be in her early thirties, joined him
at the serene arena as she promised. She was really cute in her dress.
“I’m Ikenna.” He said leaning on his black Lexus Jeep as soon as she
stepped closer to him. “From Umuokirika, the neighbouring town.”
“Are you Chukwuma’s brother?”
“Yes,” He said. “He’s my cousin brother and childhood friend.”
“Interesting.” Nkiru exclaimed, nodding.
“So, what do I call you?”
“Nkiru.” She replied.
“That’s a lovely name.” He complimented.
“Thanks.”
“Like I said earlier,” Ikenna continued. “You’re a very beautiful lady.”
He said. Paused. “I will like to know more about you.
Nkiru smiled. She needed not a
prophet to interpret to her what the young man was up to.
“Can we meet tomorrow?” He
requested. “At Hilltop Bar.”
Hilltop Bar was one of the most
exotic and expensive beer parlours at Umuofeka – the town where Nkiru hails
from, and its environs.
“Okay.” She admitted. “What
time?”
“4pm.” He said. “Would that be
okay by you?”
“Yes.” She acknowledged, nodding.
“So, we have a deal then?” Ikenna said.
“Definitely.”
As soon as they departed, a lady Ojiugo who was spying at them from afar
walked up to Nkiru and told her all she needed to know about Ikenna. Ojiugo
hails from the same clan with Ikenna, so she was in good position to know
everything concerning Ikenna’s promiscuous lifestyle.
Having gotten the clue from the God-sent, Nkiru thought it wise to be
very careful with her relationship with Ikenna.
After a few days, having met at Hilltop as scheduled, Ikenna and Nkiru
became best of friends to the envy of other ladies, though Nkiru was still
skeptical over Ikenna’s purported commitment, thus she took the affair as a
‘spare tyre’.
Amazingly, as days unfold the relationship became more serious, that,
Ikenna decided to postpone his return trip to Germany. At a point, he willingly
made up his mind to quit bachelorhood for the sake of the relationship, coupled
with the overwhelming pressure he was receiving from his parents. Against this
backdrop, he concluded to shun promiscuity; a decision that made him to become
a totally new person.
On one fateful day, he tendered a
marriage proposal to Nkiru who was unaware of his recent resolution, right in
his sitting room; but she couldn’t believe the proposal was coming from a man
who really wanted to settle down having heard that he had proposed over fifteen
ladies in the past. Rather, she saw it as one of his past numerous false and
deceptive proposals; therefore she asked him to give her some time to think
about it.
Though Nkiru never caught Ikenna with any
other lady but the information she had received on his lifestyle remained a
reference point to her.
After some days, she tentatively concurred with the proposal.
There was a chap known as Emeka whom Nkiru was lavishing Ikenna’s
fortune on. Both of them were school mates; they were studying in the same
University. All the money Ikenna was giving to her was actually diverted to
Emeka’s pulse unknowingly to Ikenna. The scenario continued till one fateful
day when Ikenna paid her a surprising visit at where she lives on campus.
He actually took her unawares.
The moment Nkiru opened her room entrance having heard series of knock
at the door, what the incoming groom (Ikenna) saw was tantamount to taking him
to his early grave. He sighted a guy who was putting on only Boxers lying
freely in his supposed fiancee’s bed. On
the other hand, Nkiru who never knew that Ikenna was the person at the door was
clad only in a bedroom wrapper.
Ikenna initially thought he was daydreaming until every bit of the drama
became very obvious to him.
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