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Sunday, 4 December 2016

Unknown Angel

UNKNOWN ANGEL

     It was unarguably a groovy outing and a night of bacchanalian revelry; the dance floor was abruptly turned into something else. Obviously, everyone within the hotel hall was extremely excited and motivated owing to the availability of edible varieties which included assorted wines, snacks, meals, and what have you, coupled with the exotic hip-hop jams being played by the Disc Jockey. Different groups comprising males and females were variously seriously dancing with bottles of wine in their hands at strategic locations in the magnificent hall. It was undoubtedly a high-quality variety disco night made up of classic men and ladies in psychedelic wears and moods that even a blind man could see for himself.

     On his part, the celebrant, Chibuike – a high class bachelor who was gladly catching his fun with his friends and kin was marking his thirty-sixth (36th) birthday, as usual; being a promiscuous dude, he was dancing with the lady he had chose to spend the remarkable day with, at one of the corners in the hall. The epoch-making event was taking place at one of the classic hotels situated in the city of Owerri the capital territory of Imo State, Nigeria where Chibuike and most of the invitees were resident in.

     “So,” Chima who was seemingly tipsy said. “Who invited you to the show?”

      Chima who was an old time friend to Chibuike was one of the highly respected invitees in the occasion. He was ardently catching his fun with one of the female invitees, Ogechi; both of them whom were apparently drunk were passionately dancing to the tune of the unending music with bottles of red wine in their hands likewise others present at the arena. The most intriguing and unfortunate aspect of it was that Chima who was a prosperous banker residing in Owerri quit bachelorhood barely few weeks back and had successfully wedded in the church; more interestingly, he rounded off his 4-week honeymoon with his lovely wife the previous day. Needless to say that his lifestyle wasn’t unlike that of the event host, Chibuike who was yet to settle down in spite of the overflowing wealth he was making in his importation business; to say the least, Chima, 35, managed to tie the knot due to the persistent importunate behaviour he received from his parents whom were also based in Owerri. As the saying goes, ‘birds of a feather flock together’. Chima had lied to his newly-wedded wife, Nnenna that he was sent by his employer to Lagos State on an errand, which would last for two days.

     “Nkiru,” Ogechi responded, referring to who invited her to the event. “Chibuike’s babe.” She added.

      Nkiru was the lady who was rocking the night with the celebrant; the celebrant as well as the host had earlier urged her (Nkiru) to endeavour to attend the party with most of her friends, and Ogechi happened to be one of the lucky ones who accompanied her.

      Ogechi, a so-called final year student on one of the campuses in the state was clad in a tight and sparingly transparent blue mini-skirt, sleeveless and sexy pink top that was partially displaying her white bra and black high heel shoes; her crazy dress was obviously showcasing her large boobs as well as shocking hip and butt. She was chocolate, plump and about five feet tall. Whilst, Chima a light-skinned, about 5.4 feet tall and slim dude was putting on black jean trousers, blue T-shirt, white trainers and a white baseball cap.

      “I must confess,” Chima rode on. “You’re really looking hot.” He applauded.

      “Really?”

      “Sure.”

      “Thank you.” She appreciated cheerfully. Stylishly straight out her left hand to his head and changed the position of his cap so that its bill would face his back rather than his front; this was to enable her see his handsome face elaborately.

      At this time, Chima’s cucumber had aroused that he almost ejaculated in his boxers that was already feeling the unavoidable intense heat and vibration.

      Ogechi being a naughty lady observed the abrupt change of mood written all over him as she expected, and smiled.     

      “Why the smile?” He enquired, still dancing enthusiastically.

      “Nothing,” she replied. “Just admiring your dance style.”

      “Really?”

      “Yea.”

      In a few seconds, they dropped the bottles of wine in their respective hands on the dance floor and within a twinkle of an eye, they found themselves in one of the hotel rooms that was made available for him (Chima) by the host; before you could know it, both parties whom were already on the bed became starkly in the nude. Chima’s attempt to grab the packet of condom, which he kept in one of the front pockets on his trousers that was already lying on the tiled floor, was aborted by Ogechi who pleaded with him to tango with her without any protective device stating that she enjoyed it when it was ‘skin to skin’.

      Chima whose sensation was obviously getting out of hand took heed of the plea and blindly headed for the long awaited marathon race, which ushered him into a different world both therein and thereafter.

      Fifteen minutes later, they became saturated. Chima who was lying helplessly in the bed appeared like one who just finished ascending mountain Kilimanjaro.

      So pathetic; she had just deliberately infected him with Human Immunodefiency Virus (HIV). Funnily enough, Ogechi was actually HIV positive; since three months back she confirmed that she was living with the virus after several diagnoses conducted in various medical laboratories, she had vowed to infect as many men as possible with the deadly disease, and Chima happened to be her fifth victim.

      The following day being Thursday June 16, 2011 at 6:20 in the evening, Chima who was a HIV carrier, albeit ignorantly, arrived his matrimonial home that was at the moment made up of only him and his darling spouse, Nnenna who couldn’t wait for his arrival.

      Ironically, Nnenna - a very pretty looking and brilliant damsel at 24 who just graduated from the Federal University of Technology Owerri (FUTO), got married to Chima as a virgin. Before she walked down the aisle with the unknown angel whom she ran into barely few months back when she went to deposit money in the bank where he worked, she vowed that she would never be defiled by any man out of wedlock; and as God would have it, she passionately and firmly stuck to her faith until after her wedding day unknowingly to her that the vigorous labour would end up in vain.

      Two months later, Nnenna took in; an awaited moment that brought a totally different phase in their matrimony. Based on the tradition or the routine attached to ante-natal period, in her fourth week of pregnancy, she was diagnosed of all kinds of illnesses and infections with a view to ascertaining her overall health status and capacity and unfortunately and shockingly it was discovered that she was HIV positive.

      Afterwards, she wasn’t told of the unimaginable discovery, rather the doctor requested for her husband’s presence so he could break the news to him. On the contrary, she thought the invitation was to sensitize her husband on how he was meant to take care of her.

      When Chima arrived at the hospital, he was enjoined by the doctor to check his HIV status and he complied though after series of interrogations and enquiries from him (Chima) which were diplomatically attended to by the doctor. Consequently, it was learnt that he was also living with the virus; all these were happening in his wife’s absence. The doctor used the opportunity to disclose to him that his wife was as well HIV positive; he made him understood that that was what prompted the sudden invitation.

      Chima who was devastated and dumbfounded over the incident needed not an interpreter to inform him that the unforeseen and unthinkable medical results were as a result of his uncontrollable randy nature, thus he felt like hanging himself; what pained his person most was that he had deceived an innocent woman whom could be best be described as a god-sent.

      Thereafter when he got home, he broke the breaking news to his poor wife who fainted the moment she fully absorbed it (the news); consequently, she had miscarriage owing to the ordeal.

      Notwithstanding, it would interest you to note that currently the couple in question is living happily and healthily with the infection; Chima has completely turned a new leaf. The marriage is at the moment blessed with three kids – a male and two females, and none of the children contracted the virus. 

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Horrible Monday

HORRIBLE MONDAY

     “Hello!” Biodun exclaimed, stopped the moment he walked into a very pretty looking damsel at his departmental block on his way to class.

     Biodun, a three hundred level (300 Level) student of Mass Communication department in the Olabisi Onabanjo University (formerly addressed as Ogun State University), Ago-Iwoye, Ogun State situated in the South-West geo-political zone of Nigeria was actually headed in opposite direction to the supposed recipient of the unexpected greeting.

     Unfortunately, the lady in question ignored him, kept on moving, which wasn’t unusual to the public lifestyle of most Nigerian single ladies.

     Persistently, Biodun hastily reversed his movement and double-crossed her, though he wasn’t standing directly in her front but very closely by her left side.

     She stopped furiously. “What is it?” She eventually uttered though in a low tone, frowning.

     Both parties whom had campus notebooks in their respective right hands were still facing opposite directions based on their original destinations.

     The melodrama was taking place at about 08:12am on Tuesday March 5, 2002 during the first semester in the university’s academic session.

     “Honestly, I’m deeply sorry for bothering you,” Biodun apologetically said. “I never meant to hurt a pretty damsel like you.”

      He was really looking sorry; with the look on his face, only a Jezebel-like creature wouldn’t succumb.

     “I’ve heard you; it’s okay,” she responded. “Just that I detest strangers embarrassing me this way.” She said, gesticulating with her left arm which was her only free arm.

     “I understand.” The hustler appreciated.

     “So,” she chipped in. “To what do I owe this?”

     “Well,” he submissively replied. “I’m Biodun.”

     “Okay,” she said. “I’m Kemi.”

     “That’s a lovely name,” he teased, smiling. “Belonging to a lovely creature.”

     “Thank you.” She stylishly appreciated.

     Kemi who was dark, about 5.1-foot tall and slim wasn’t just beautiful but magnificent. She was putting on a grey skirt, white top and black cum white flat-heel sandals; her hairs were gorgeously plaited. Whilst, Biodun who was clad in black jean trousers, multi-coloured polo, black baseball cap and ash trainers was chocolate, plump and about 5.4-foot tall.

     “As you can see,” she added. “I’m on my way to the class.”

     “Sorry for going further,” Biodun pleaded. “Are you in this department?”

     “Yea.”

     “Interesting…”

     “What’s interesting about it?” Kemi interrupted.

     “This is my department too.”

     “Okay,” she said. “Now I understand.”

     “You must be a fresher?”

     “Why do you think so?”

     “Because you’re looking very fresh.” Biodun cleared the air.

     She smiled. “You might be right.”

     “So, you’re a first year student of Mass Communication?” He verified.

     “Yea.”

     “Be my guest then.” He hinted cheerfully.

     “How?”

     “You just came in of course,” Biodun highlighted. “So being an old student, I’m meant to be your host.”

     “You’re so funny.” Kemi applauded, displaying her white teeth.

     Biodun couldn’t hold his heavy smile; he was very glad to see her laughing.

     “So, what level are you?” She enquired.

     “300.”

     “300 level?” she exclaimed surprisingly.

     “Yea.”

     Apparently, he needed not an interpreter to notify him that he had won a bit of her seemingly invisible heart.

    “Wow,” she said. “You are already through.”

    “You can say that again.”

    “I’m so happy for you.”

    “Thank you.”

    “As you can see,” Kemi observed. “I’m already late to class.”

    “Oh, so sorry about that,” the lover boy appreciated. “What time is your lecture?”

     “My first lecture begins by 8:30am.”

     “Same here.”

     “You mean, you also have a class by 8:30?”

     “Yes,” he replied. “And the lecturer in question is a no nonsense woman.”

      By this time, it was about 08:25am.

      “So, can I take my leave?” She requested.

      “Of course,” Biodun approved. “You’re not in a prison yard.”

      She smiled. She was no doubt really fascinated by his sense of humour.

      “Please, before you do that,” he urged. “Can I have your number?”

      “You mean my phone number?” She pretentiously enquired.

      “Yes.” He responded. “So I could glance at this lovely face again.”

      “Okay,” she admitted having smiled. “Let me have your phone.”

      Having transferred his notebook to the left hand, Biodun quickly dished his right hand into his right jeans’ pocket, brought out his cell phone and handed it over to her.

      She hurriedly but stylishly typed the awaited eleven-digit number on the phone’s keyboard and returned it to the owner.

      As soon as he received the handset, he hastily and gladly flashed her so she could have his. “Please, save the number.” He enjoined.

     “No problem.” The apparently 20-year-old girl pleasantly replied, left immediately for her lecture class which was situated upstairs.

      Biodun who watched her depart, quickly took his own leave for his classroom.

      Considering the warmth feeling he was abruptly filled with, it was indeed an epoch-making day for his person.

      Barely two weeks later, Biodun and Kemi became best of friends on the campus; the unannounced intimacy was undoubtedly to the envy of their friends and foes. The relationship continued persistently that they could never spend a day without seeing each other.

       One year after being 2003, Biodun successfully graduated and left the university. The distance created after Biodun’s graduation almost took Kemi’s life; everyone around her was of the view that she wouldn’t survive the ordeal. In spite of the inevitable challenges, the relationship, which could be best described as that of oil and salt, metamorphosed into a more formidable entity to the utter amazement of everybody within; apart from his unending and regular phone calls, Biodun was frequently paying her visit on campus even during his National Youth Service programme which took place between 2004 and 2005 notwithstanding that he was serving at a distant destination, Kogi State precisely.

      Kemi completed her four-year degree programme in 2005 and consequently embarked on her compulsory Youth Service programme in Niger State in 2006 which lasted till early 2007. Before this time, Biodun had secured an employment in a broadcasting firm in Lagos State.

      In April 2007 immediately after Kemi’s youth service, the two vibrant and brilliant youths (Biodun and Kemi) who hailed from Ogun State got engaged. Thereafter, they were addressed by their close friends and relatives including their parents as ‘Tom and Jerry’ owing to the manner in which they were piloting the love affair.

      Same year (2007), Kemi got a job with a national daily newspaper in Lagos State; this development made them became closer again just like when they were still on campus that they could see each other even on a daily basis if they wished. At this point, Kemi who had clocked 25 couldn’t wait to embrace her wedding day.

      In January 2008, Biodun who was 28 thought it wise to quit bachelorhood, thus he and his fiancΓ©e agreed to have their traditional marriage as well as church wedding in March 2008, which would mark exactly six years they met each other. Their traditional wedding was scheduled to hold on Wednesday 5th of March 2008, which was the very date their first meeting transpired six years back.

      On Monday March 3, 2008, which was barely 48 hours to the D-day, something very tragic and unthinkable occurred; Kemi was killed by a stray bullet during a robbery incident that took place at one of the commercial banks within her place of residence when she was headed for her office. It was unarguably a horrible Monday.

      On his part, the incoming groom almost committed suicide when the terrible news got to him.

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The Peculiar Queen

THE PECULIAR QUEEN

     Ab initio, Amaudo an ancient kingdom situated in Enugu – the then capital city of East Central Zone, Nigeria was unarguably known for its uniqueness in the whole of Igboland, especially during early eighties (1980s), based on the innumerable number of respected personalities found in the area in addition to the invariable and rare farming prowess peculiar to its indigenes in their entirety that it obviously became a point of attraction to every rational being that existed within the aforementioned calendar period. Traders and farmers were frequently touring to the area to purchase their wares and farming materials as the case may be, thereby making it reckoned to be a commercial kingdom to the envy of other neighbouring communities. Owing to the booming nature of the locality, its Traditional Ruler Igwe Ogadi Nduka – Ama II of Amaudo was recognized by all and sundry as the most influential King across the entire Igbo nation; this remarkable phenomenon attached to the throne made it seemed like what every illustrious son of Amaudo wished to sit on. The most fascinating scenario was that anyone either indigene or non-indigene who received a chieftaincy title from the kingdom was widely regarded as one of the most important chiefs in existence; thus any personality within the clan whom was yet to bag the title was seen as one who hadn’t arrived, thereby constituting an unending inconsequential controversy among the people especially during occasions or festive periods.

     “Igwe..!” the community’s town crier Uzondu saluted Igwe Nduka, head bent as the custom expected right in the king’s palace. “Igwe…ee!!” the short, dark and plump young man repeated.

      He was standing about two metres away from the King who was seated on his magnificent and adorable throne surrounded by two palace male servants whom were busy blowing some air on him with native hand-fans made of wicker material.

      He had been ordered by the king just a few minutes ago to appear before him in the palace.

      It was on Friday September 10, 1982 at about some minutes past six in the evening.

     “Uzondu.” Igwe Nduka called.

      “Igwe.” He responded, lowering his moderately big skull.

     “Summon all the sons and daughters of Amaudo,” the King mandated. “Ask them to be in this palace as soon as the cock crows tomorrow.”

     “Igwe…ee”

     “Go immediately.” The King commanded.

     “Igwe…ee.” He said, bowing as usual and hastily dashed out of the palace as demanded.

     The following morning being Saturday 11th of September 1982 at about seven o’clock, the palace was flooded with every dick and harry in Amaudo as requested by the king; the alarming number of people present at the palace was no doubt an indication that Igwe Nduka was highly adored by his people. An open place at the King’s residence was used as the venue for the gathering rather than the palace due to the intimidating number of persons at the arena.

     Every elderly man and woman was comfortably seated while the youth as well as the kids were all on their feet as a result of insufficient seats.

     “Great people of Amaudo,” Igwe Nduka who sat on his throne commenced his awaited speech in a very high and pleasant tone. “You are all welcome.”

     On the King’s right hand was his immediate younger brother Chief Amaechi Nduka while High Chief Amasiri Ogbuehi – the Traditional Prime Minister (TPM) of the ancient kingdom was rightly seated by his left side.

     “Igwe…ee!” The people chorused in unison.

     “Without being told,” Igwe Nduka who dressed in his kingship regalia proceeded. “You already know why we are gathered here.” He hinted.

     The elders amidst the crowd nodded.

     “Of course, a week today September 18 would be our Iri Ji festival,” the king said. “So, I thought it wise to remind you of the formalities involved based on our ancient tradition.”

     ‘Iri Ji’ festival, which was an annual event, meant New Yam festival; the remarkable ritual which was celebrated every 18th of September marked the beginning of yam consumption for each farming year in the kingdom. Thus no one, not even the king, was supposed to consume a newly harvested yam until the ‘Iri Ji’ ceremony is observed.

     “And more importantly,” Igwe Nduka rode on. “On that very day, the heir to this throne I’m sitting on would be presented to the entire people of Amaudo.”

     The elders nodded in appreciation. There was maximum silence among the gathering.

      Interestingly, the heir to the throne of Amaudo was meant to be ceremoniously presented by the serving king in every fifty years interval, and the ceremony was designed to coincide with the day of the new yam festival of the affected year. Igwe Ogadi Nduka – Ama the second (Ama II) of Amaudo whom was eight-three years of age was presented by his late father, the pioneer and immediate past king, Igwe Obifere Nduka – Ama the first (Ama I) of Amaudo as the heir to the throne in question fifty years back when he (Igwe Ogadi) was 33-years-old; and he succeeded his late father two years after the event at 35, after his father’s eternal exit. Suffice it to say that he had consecutively spent about forty-eight years on the throne as the Ama II of Amaudo, making him the longest served king in the kingdom so far.

     According to the tradition, the kingship of Amaudo wasn’t rotatory rather hereditary. The first son of the serving king was meant to succeed him when he dies, but the second son of the king could be enthroned if the supposed heir to the throne (the first son) dies prior to his father’s departure. And a situation where the king had no male child to succeed him, his immediate younger brother would assume the throne if he eventually passed on.

     “As it stands,” the old but vibrant Igwe Nduka continued. “Ahamefula my son will be officially presented on that day as the heir to this throne.”

     “Igwe…ee!” They chorused unanimously.

     Prince Ahamefula, who was 51, was the fourth child and only son of Igwe Nduka whom had two wives; he was begotten by the King’s second wife. The said Prince was seated very close to his father - the King, clad in complete royal regalia.        

     The gathering, which lasted for over one hour, ended successfully after light refreshments. At about half past eight, everyone departed for their respective residences.

     On Friday 17th of September 1982, less than a day to the proposed New Yam festival coupled with the presentation of the heir to the throne, something very terrible transpired; Prince Ahamefula Nduka – the incoming heir to the throne kicked the bucket unexpectedly. He passed on in the evening of that fateful day in his matrimonial room. The incident, which generated an unquantifiable uproar in the royal home and among the people of Amaudo interrupted every activity taking place in the kingdom including trading, farming and what have you. Owing to the painful development, Igwe Nduka died of heart attack at the night of that very day.

      Consequently, in one year’s time after observing all the burial and mourning rites of the late king and that of his late son, on Saturday October 22, 1983, Chief Amaechi Nduka the late king’s immediate younger brother was enthroned as the Ama the third (Ama III) of Amaudo by the Chief Priest of the land as the custom demanded.

      Subsequently, Igwe Amaechi Nduka’s reign as the king of Amaudo brought a total hardship to the entire people of the kingdom and its environs; to say the least, he was not unlike a tyrant. His leadership was completely contrary to the reign of his late elder brother.

      Amazingly, four months on, precisely Tuesday 14th of February 1984, he mysteriously died on the throne. Prior to his exit, he confessed that he, alongside Late Igwe Ogadi’s first wife – Ugoeze Obiageri was responsible for the untimely death of Prince Ahamefula; according to the confession, the late Prince was killed via food poisoning with the help of the aforesaid queen.

     She willingly accepted the offer due to her silly jealousy; she couldn’t imagine seeing the son of her sister in-law recognized as the heir of the throne, or succeeding her husband Igwe Ogadi Nduka when he dies.

     Two weeks later as nemesis would have it, the peculiar queen was overtaken by psychosis.
 
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