IRONY OF LIFE
“Hi!” Ikenna exclaimed in an adorable
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. The former happened to be Ikenna’s cousin as well as childhood friend
whilst the latter was Nkiru’s cousin sister. Chukwuma and Adaora hailed from
neighbouring clans.
Ikenna was a promising and handsome young man based in Germany, Europe.
He was a renowned Casanova whom 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 hailed from –
that 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 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 concurred. “Just give me few seconds, I will join you
later.”
On receiving the warmth response, Ikenna – a dark, plump and an about
5.5-foot tall 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 prey.
Within a few seconds, the chocolate-coloured, slim and about 5.6 feet
tall 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.” He
supplemented.
“Are you Chukwuma’s brother?”
“Yes,” he said. “He’s my cousin brother and childhood friend.”
“Interesting.” Nkiru enthused,
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, twisted her head. She apparently
needed not a prophet to interpret what the dude 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 hailed
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. The gossip
hailed 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 unfolded, 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 complete 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 truly 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, studying in a University. All the
money Ikenna was giving to her was actually diverted to Emeka’s pulse
unknowingly to the benefactor.
The scenario continued till one fateful day when Ikenna paid her a
surprising visit at where she lived 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 caught the sight of 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. The entire
picture was not unlike an irony of life.
The rest is history, please.
FDN Nwaozor
Executive Director, Docfred Resource Hub - Owerri
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