Sunday, 4 December 2016

Unceremonious Step

UNCEREMONIOUS STEP

    Walking lonely along the lonely street situated in the city of Umuahia, South-Eastern Nigeria at about few minutes past six in the evening on Saturday 10th of March 2007 was all Chukwuebuka cared for at the moment; the 36-year-old slim, dark complexioned and about 5-foot tall young man dressed in casual attire thought it wise to take a walk having embarked on his not unusual thinking section all through the day in his humble abode otherwise known as Boys’ quarters. Chukwuebuka Okere who was definitely headed for an undefined destination was a graduate of English Linguistics from the University of Calabar, Cross River State, Nigeria popularly known and addressed as ‘UniCal’; he obtained his Bachelor of Arts (B.A) eight years back, 1999 precisely, and since he rounded off his compulsory National Youth Service programme in February 2001, the dude who was actually reckoned as one of the best brains in his department during his school days was still endlessly roaming in all the streets and major roads of Umuahia – the capital city of Abia State in search of a white-collar job, which was seemingly not forthcoming. Owing to his unending joblessness, he almost hanged himself few months back in the name of ‘frustration’. As he strolled calmly along the apparently endless street where he resided, so many terrible thoughts dawned on his miserable mind as he was subconsciously observing his fellow passers-by in their to-and-fro movements, though in about five minutes intervals which made the street appeared sparingly lonely.

     “Ebuka!” a feminine voice called from behind to no avail. “Ebuka Okere!!” She reiterated in a higher tone.

     He stopped and turned back on hearing the second call, and surprisingly he sighted a female being that seemed a bit familiar standing about half kilometer away from him with car keys in her left hand. He hastily took a few steps backward to meet her.

      It was Ogechi. Ogechi Okafor who was a graduate of Marketing happened to be Chukwuebuka’s schoolmate as well as girlfriend way back in the university but he graduated ahead of her because she was two years lower than him in level. Pathetically, Chukwuebuka dumped her in April 2000 during her third year (300 Level) when he was undergoing his youth service programme; the unexpected and unspeakable estrangement from a man she cared so much about, which caused her a severe heartbreak, almost claimed her precious life if not the intervention of her close female friends on campus.

     Ogechi who was light-skinned, slim and about 1.5 metres tall was putting on blue trousers, pink top and high-heel pink foot wears; the high heel made her appeared taller than Chukwuebuka. Ab initio she was unarguably a pretty damsel; and at that very moment she seemed extremely prettier to Chukwuebuka’s greatest amazement.

     “Ogechi…Okafor!” He exclaimed, folding his arms while standing about a metre away from her.

     “Surprise?” She enquired, smiling.

     “Oh my God,” he said. “You are completely different now.”

      She smiled.

     “What’s the secret?”

     “Well, na God oh.”

     “So, what are you doing here?” He inquired. “What brought you to Umuahia?” He added.

      “I live here.”

      “You mean,” he said. “You are a resident of Umuahia?”

      “Of course.”

      “It’s a lie.”

      “Honestly.”

      “You don’t mean it,” he said. “Since when?”

      “Since I finished my NYSC in 2003.”

      “Oh my God,” he dished out. “This is getting more interesting.”

      “Actually, I live around here,” she chipped in. “In the neighbouring street, Ekpoma Crescent to be precise.”

      “Ekpoma Crescent?”

      “Ya.”

       Ekpoma Crescent was a residential corner peculiar to notable personalities.

      “And you,” she said. “You live around?”

      “Ya,” he replied. “This is my street.”

      “Are you serious?’

      “Yes,” responded Chukwuebuka amidst a nod. “I reside at the beginning of the street, Number 3 precisely.”

     “Since when have you been in Umuahia?”

     “Ever since I concluded my youth service.’

     “So what have been happening since then?” she curiously enquired.

      There was no response.

     “Look at you, Ebuka,” she observed, frowning. “You used to be plump.”

     “My dear,” he broke the silence. “It’s a long story.”

     Since after his NYSC, he had only been occupied with one menial job or the other just to make ends meet.

     “Well, I’m actually catching fun here with some of my colleagues,” she abruptly changed the topic. “One of us is marking her birthday.”

     There was a relaxation outlet behind her; the sound coming from the joint was obviously felt by the passersby. That was where she was seated among her friends before she caught sight of Chukwuebuka in the distance the moment he passed.

     “Would you mind joining us?” She urged.

     “Joining you?” He said. “Like this?” He added, pointing at his dress.

      The casual wears he was clad in comprised black three-quarter jeans, green polo and brown leather slippers.

      “You are okay,” she admitted. “After all, you are a man.”

      “Sure?”

      “Of course,” she said. “Besides, this is your street.” She added, paused. “So, you are equally the landlord or the host.” She declared cheerfully.

       He smiled. “Okay, if you say so.” He said opening his hands, indicating that he had surrendered.

     “So, shall we?” She landed pointing towards the joint with her left arm.

      They majestically walked hand in hand to the joint.

      She introduced him to the gathering that was made up of various sophisticated ladies and gentlemen as soon as they got to the point before they assumed their seats; they were seated opposite each other at one of the free white plastic tables in the arena.

     Initially, he refused to take anything when he was asked to name what he cared for owing to the enormous guilt his mindset was preoccupied with, until he was profoundly persuaded by Ogechi to do so. Finally having succumbed, he ordered for a plate of pepper soup to be accompanied with a bottle of chilled malt.

     The fun lasted till about eight o’clock at night when everyone departed for their respective residences. Ogechi who was the Marketing Manager of one of the renowned firms in the city gave a copy of her complimentary card to Chukwuebuka prior to her departure; she asked him to see her in the office first thing the following Monday.

      On the said Monday being March 12, 2007, Chukwuebuka arrived at Ogechi’s office as instructed. The moment he walked into her magnificent office, he knelt down to seek for unconditional forgiveness with tears on his eyes. She made him understand right in the office that she had forgiven him long ago, if not she wouldn’t have asked him to join her at the relaxation outlet let alone inviting him to her place of work; a pronouncement that made the guilty poor man to develop an abrupt high fever.

      Two weeks later, she helped him to secure an employment in her company. When her friends and colleagues confronted her for the seemingly silly and unceremonious step she had taken having learnt what the man in question did to her years back, she categorically disclosed to them that she bore no grudge for him again, stating that a known devil was far better than an unknown angel. Ogechi who was still a splinter at 33, unequivocally went further to notify them that she was damn willing and ready to settle down with Chukwuebuka if he eventually proposed her. Apparently, she couldn’t forget in a hurry the juicy and remarkable moment they shared together, and she was of the view that he could not forget either; thus that remained her motivator.

     Amazingly, in about three months later, Chukwuebuka and Ogechi who were now colleagues re-established another intimate emotional affair to the envy of all and sundry that were within. Subsequently, six months on, Saturday September 8, 2007 to be precise, they tied the knot; their ostensibly divine union remained an interesting story headline to their teeming friends, relatives and well-wishers.

     Thereafter, they were happily married with three kids – two males and a female.    

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