UNBELIEVABLE!
(II)
“And you
told me he is your childhood friend?” quoth Chiamaka as they were both seated
on the bed, remained in sober mood. “This is unbelievable!”
Mr.
Emeka Okoro was cold, couldn’t fathom the accusation alleged by his wife. “Wait
a minute,” he urged. “You mean, the man seated out there was the person who
robbed you on that day?”
“So
I am lying, or?”
“It’s
not that I am calling you a liar.” Emeka clarified. “Just that I am trying to
figure it out.” he said, paused. “I am very confused here.”
“Figure
what out?” she quarreled. “I can see you are not what you claim to be.”
“What
exactly are you insinuating?” He inquired.
“Insinuating?”
quoth Chiamaka. “Isn’t it obvious that I have been married to an armed robber
who poses as a trader…?”
“How
could you say such a thing?” Emeka interrupted. “Haven’t you seen my shops?”
Emeka who was a dealer of household plastic
materials, had about three shops situated at different localities in the city
of Onitsha, Anambra State where he alongside his family equally resided.
“Those shops could be a disguise, of
course.” She thought aloud, looking elsewhere.
“A disguse?” quoth Emeka. “A disguise
you said.” he reiterated, paused. “So you have suddenly lost your trust in me?”
As the melodrama lingered, the 42-year-old Mr.
Mezie Alozie was anxiously seated at the house lounge longing for Emeka’s
return from the bedroom to brief him on what actually prompted the abrupt
change of mood displayed by his wife. He had waited for almost fifteen minutes
to no avail as he overheard the couple nagging in the room, though couldn’t
fathom what they were really discussing. He had no choice than to continue
awaiting the host, and probably his wife.
“What
else do you what me to say?” Chiamaka ranted.
Emeka was calm, speechless. From his
countenance and thoughts, the wife was making sense as regards her
presumptions.
“I am asking you,” she said. “What else
do you what to hear from me?”
He remained mute, felt not unlike a docked
person.
“A
man told his wife that he was expecting a childhood friend.” she continued.
“Only for her to notice that the expected guest is an armed robber.”
Emeka couldn’t utter a word, seemed lifeless.
“How do you explain this?” queried
Chiamaka. “No, tell me?”
Since
Emeka knew too well that Mezie was an ex-convict, he had no reason to doubt his
wife’s allegation. Besides, the incident in question as was narrated by
Chiamaka transpired in Lagos State where Mezie mainly reigned as an armed
robber, thus the trueness of her claim wasn’t far-fetched. Emeka was only
trying to find a way he would exonerate himself, or convince his lovely wedded
wife that he – being her hubby – had never indulged himself in any social-vice
let alone robbery. It was very difficult for him to actualize this, because he
lied to her in the first place by not letting her realize the real identity of
the guest they were expecting.
“Going by what is on ground,” Chiamaka
proceeded. “Who on earth wouldn’t believe that you are a robber?”
“Enough of this…” Emeka roared, frowned.
“Rather than telling me what I want to hear,”
she said. “You have chosen to shout at me, right?”
“I am sorry.” He confessed, became so
moody.
“Tell me,” Chiamaka tenderly uttered,
looking into his eyes. “What is going on?” she inquired, paused. “Is there
anything you are not telling me?”
“Yes,” Emeka affirmed, stood up.
“There’s one thing I didn’t tell you.” He disclosed, backing her.
Chiamaka shivered, became mute and
attentive.
“But,” he rode on. “I am afraid, if you
would believe me.” He said, stood still, still backing her.
She calmly stood up, walked to where he
was, and faced him. “You know I have always believed you since six years now we
are married.” She enthused, paused. “All I want to hear is nothing but the
truth.”
He
left her, walked to the bed and sat down. “Mezie who is seated out there,” he
said. “Is an ex-convict.” He eventually revealed, looking up to her as she
stood aloof.
“What
did you just say?” Chiamaka uttered, hurriedly joined him at the bed.
“I said,” quoth Emeka. “He is an
ex-convict.” He reiterated.
“An ex what?”
“Yes,” he answered. “He was released
from the prison barely one month ago.”
“What..!” Chiamaka exclaimed, placing
her hands on her head. “This is getting more confusing.” She asserted. “So,
what are you doing with an ex-convict?” She managed to inquire.
“When he was into the act, I never
knew,” he proceeded. “Till he was arrested.” he notified, took a deep breath.
“It was when the news of his arrest got to the public domain, that I realized who
truly he was.”
Chiamaka was deeply bemused, could not believe
her ears.
“Now that he is out of prison, I can’t
despise him.” he continued. “Because, we have known each other from Adam.”
“But why didn’t you tell me all these
when we were expecting him?”
“I didn’t think it was necessary.” Emeka
responded. “I was only trying to avoid anything that could make you not to join
me in welcoming him.”
After
all said and done, she outrightly believed him as usual. He as well used the
opportunity to plead with her to forgive Mezie, opining that he was now a
changed person entirely.
Mezie
on his part, having been thoroughly intimated on what actually occasioned
Chiamaka’s sudden change of attitude, equally asked for her forgiveness and
went further to strongly assure that he would never go back to such obnoxious
lifestyle again. In accordance with the plea coupled with assurance, she
therein forgave him wholeheartedly.
Months later, Mr. Mezie Alozie emerged
as a true anointed man of God with the sole purpose of winning souls for the
Creator. His church – Holy Ghost Evangelical Ministry – witnessed overwhelming congregants
on a regular basis. And, it would interest you to note that Mr. and Mrs. Emeka
Okoro were part of the founding members of the outreach.
** The End **
FDN Nwaozor
Executive Director,
Docfred Resource Clinic - Owerri
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