OGECHI AND I # 11&12

Ogechi and I EPISODE: 11 & 12
Then I turned again towards Ogechi for the last time and
said; I LOVE YOU TOO, but I have to go. I hurried back into
the plane. The doors were closed and the flight took off. I
could see her weeping through the window. The girls she
flew in with tried to calm her down but she was still weeping
till the flight was far in the sky and she was out of sight. I sat
back in the plane thinking of the many other things I could
have done. I wasn’t sure if I had made the right choice yet.
Onye was so surprise at me that he couldn’t say anything.
After a while he tapped me and asked;
‘Guy, what was that all about? What kind of drama did you
just act with that singer out there? Do you know her or
‘Mehn, that girl out there is my girl.
(Amazed) ‘What? Oge, your girl? You’ve got to be kidding
me. How can she be your girl when she has been abroad all
the while? And you never even mentioned it to me? Mehn, say
something else.
I started narrating to Onye how I met Ogechi and everything
that went on between us until she traveled for abroad. I
hadn’t said a word about Ogechi to Onye before now. It was
quite a touching story to him. I asked what he would have
done if he were in my position. He told me not to ask him
such questions since he wasn’t the one in my position. Hours
later we landed at the United States airport. Onye’s cousin
was already there waiting to receive us. She identified us and
led us to her black land cruiser jeep with alloy wheels. We
hopped in and she drove us straight home. Her house was
like the WHITE HOUSE I had seen in Hollywood movies. She
showed us round the house and introduced us to her cooks
and cleaners. I was so happy to have finally travelled to the
United States. My room was like heaven. Everything in it was
white, and I feared I wasn’t going to maintain it that way
while I stayed. And that could cause some sort of problems
between I and Onye’s cousin. Then I remembered she had
cleaners there. I was relieved. I jumped on the broad bed
with my shoes on and lay there thanking God for the turnout
of things. Shortly after, Ogechi crossed my mind. I called
her, but she didn’t pick up my calls. That continued for days,
and at a point I was upset with her. I never did that to her,
even when she left for the US. I simply understood it was
something she had to do. Why wouldn’t she also understand
that I needed to do what I did? I even promised to visit more
often because of her, yet she refused to pick up my calls.
After a while of contacting her without response, I stopped.
Onye’s cousin, whose name was Cynthia, was overly nice to
me. I wanted to begin my Masters’ Degree program at once
so that I could be through soon enough and return to Ogechi
full time before one smart guy made away with her heart.
But instead of helping speed up the process, Cynthia became
reluctant about the whole thing. She didn’t see the need to do
it in a hurry. Whenever I insisted on getting started with the
program, she would ask if I wasn’t comfortable in her house.
In order to make me discard the idea of beginning my
program immediately, she made everything available for me.
Before I knew it, she bought me a car and provided me with
the kind of life I had dreamed of living right from my days in
school. She started taking me to various wonderful places
around the United States as though I had gone there to stay
permanently. She did a lot of things that baffled me and I
was somehow scared because of the reasons I suspected
could be responsible for her kindness. I just hoped I was
wrong. I spent nearly two months in the Cynthia’s house
without beginning the process of the purpose I went to
America for. I almost let go of the idea of furthering my
second degree program there due to the kind of life I was
living. Cynthia had introduced me to a couple of big shots
who eventually fell in love with my poetry. One connection
led to another, and I got to meet with a music producer who
agreed to make me a part of his recording label with time.
They say ‘delay is dangerous’ but in my cases, delay was
nothing to be feared because whatever I wanted done was
done whenever I wanted it done. Thanks to Cynthia’s powers
and connections. I wondered how she gained that much
ground there. Even some citizens of the United States
couldn’t call the kind of shots Cynthia was calling. She had a
lot white people who were loyal to her. I wondered again, why
is she not married till now? She was in her early thirties and
didn’t seem desperate for a husband. Well, I didn’t bother
myself with all that since I was having a really good time
there. I must confess I almost forgot that I promised to visit
Ogechi often. But then I used her refusal to pick up my calls
to strengthen my unwillingness to go back to Nigeria anytime
soon or even contact her. I was simply overwhelmed by the
treatment I was getting abroad that I didn’t want to put an
end to it yet for any reason.
One morning I woke up to meet Cynthia and Onye in the
parlor discussing. Onye was telling her that he’ll be heading
back to Nigeria to start the car selling business he had
planned to start beforehand. Onye’s reason for wanting to
leave was that unlike me, he wasn’t fitting into the
opportunities Cynthia had made available for us, as he
wasn’t much of an arts person. He was business oriented,
just like the last Igbo business man friend I had. IGBO
KWENU! So he resorted to going back home to sell cars sent
to him by Cynthia. They understood their terms and
agreement. That didn’t bother me. What bothered me was
how I was going to live with Cynthia without the person who
linked us together. I tried to convince Onye to stay but he
wouldn’t yield. Cynthia, on the other hand was doing
everything possible to send Onye home before he had a
change of mind. She promised to send him five cars to start
with, demanding for just 30% of the money discovered from
the sales. It was obvious she wasn’t doing it for the profit
therein. I had my fears if I chose to stay back with Cynthia,
but I wasn’t going to let such fears drive me away from
heaven on earth, so I stayed back.
We continued our normal outings till it began to seem as
though I was the man in Cynthia’s life, and that called to the
attention of quite a number of American girls. This Cynthia
of a girl may have been in her early thirties, but she glowed
as though she was ten years younger. So I was proud to go
out with her, just that there was nothing going between us.
‘So I thought’.
Sometime after Onye left, one of Cynthia’s Asian girlfriends
by name Lin, celebrated her birthday at far away China.
Cynthia was invited and I went with her. Of course Cynthia
wouldn’t go anywhere without me. There were a couple of
things about me which Cynthia normally boasted of to her
pals whenever we were out together. I on the other hand was
using her to form James Bond for Oyibo based on say I from
Naija come dey control babe wey dem dey loyal for. No be
small thing oo. I thought we were going to lodge in a hotel
when we arrived at China, but we didn’t. Instead we stayed
and Lin’s place which was more like a hotel. The house
belonged to her father Chang. But she was Chang’s only
daughter and next of kin. Chang was advanced in age and
likely to die anytime soon. I thought those things only
happened in Nigeria but na lie oo. Can you imagine that
some Chinese guy-men like that started forming hot mad
love for Lin? There was no end to their verbal expressions of
love towards Lin. Lin became very confused and indecisive.
Her girlfriends were her solace, as they were the only ones
she could trust not to want to take advantage of her.
Well, the celebration went very well. Cynthia never failed to
introduce me to any big shot whenever there was one around,
and Lin’s father was one of them. As I was sitting in the
middle of two amazing Chinese girls who were telling me
about China and the happenings there, Cynthia showed up
with two other Chinese girls who didn’t look like the others I
had seen.
‘I believe you’re having a good time’ she said.
‘You can’t imagine how much’ I replied.
‘There’ll be time enough for that. For now you have to meet
Mr. Chang’
‘ooOOhh ladies, I’m sorry I have to go. We’ll meet again’ I
said to the girls I was with.
‘Alright then, let’s roll’ I said to Cynthia.
‘Not just yet’ she replied quickly. ‘You have to go with these
two ladies and get cleaned up’
‘What do you mean by GET CLEANED UP?’
‘You need to take a shower, and these ladies will make sure
that is done’
‘Cynthia, what kind of embarrassment is this? Are you
implying that I can’t give myself a good bath?’
‘Not at all. You see, it’s like a tradition here. Before any
stranger meets Mr. Chang, he or she must get cleaned up,
and by two Chinese maidens who have been specifically
trained to do so. Let’s not waste any more time. Go with
Before I could utter another word, the two Chinese girls
grabbed me at once and off they took me. I got really pissed
and tried to shake them off me to stop them from taking me
to the bathroom but to no avail. I tried to overpower them
and what happened marveled me. These girls were just doing
those things Jackie Chan does in Chinese movies. They
would bend and rise before I even got to know that they bent.
They did a lot of those martial arts stuff but didn’t hurt me in
anyway. All they did was to defend themselves and make
sure they took me to that bathroom to give me a bath. And I
wondered; ‘if they use this kind of martial arts to get me to a
bathroom, what kind will they use to take my clothes off me
when the time for that comes because I wasn’t going to let
that happen. Over my dead body!’ The time for that quickly
came. Omor! No be small Kung Fu oo!
Hmmmm, we got to the bathroom oo, and what happened
there is better left unsaid. The summary of the whole matter
is that I was bathed by those two witches who used hard
brushes to scrub my body as though I was infected with the
deadliest skin disease they didn’t want me to transfer to Mr.
Chang. I felt so bad because I couldn’t even get give them a
slap. They were just so good at dodging them. All I could do
was frown and get angry with everyone especially Cynthia for
allowing me to go through that. Must I meet Mr. Chang?
After 30 minutes I was out of there looking as shy as a bush
man who just encountered humans for the first time. Cynthia
came to my room to take me to Mr. Chang. I couldn’t look
her in the eye due to what just happened, and she made fun
of it. ‘It must feel pretty cool being bathed by ladies’ Cynthia
said. I didn’t say anything in response. ‘Hey, are you angry
with me? You know it wasn’t intentional. It’s just a norm
here. Come on, snap out of that mood. We need to go see
Chang. How I wish I can have that done to me by some cute
Chinese guys’. ‘You can if you want’ I retorted. ‘They are a
couple of them who’ll be more than willing to help you out’. ‘I
prefer you to them’ she said carelessly. ‘I’ll be back in a little
bit. Get dressed’ she said and left the room. A short while
later she came back and we left to see Chang.
Chang welcomed me like I was a distant relation who just
got back after so many years away and I wondered why. I
wasn’t even introduced to him anymore. It seemed like he
already knew all there was to know about me. Even Cynthia
was surprised at that. Chang dismissed Cynthia and those
who were with him, leaving just both of us. ‘How are you
doing young man’ Change asked. ‘I’m doing good’ I replied.
‘Enjoying the party?’ he asked again. ‘Pretty much’, I replied.
‘You have an edifice here. I almost mistook it for a hotel’.
Chang laughed and we kept exchanging pleasantry for some
munites before he started letting me in on his success
stories. It was almost like mine, but not exactly. He fell in
love with a girl from the same background as his back then.
The girl took advantage of the free education scheme that
popped up then and performed excellently. She was later
awarded a scholarship due to her excellent performance.
Chang said he was struggling to keep his family going as he
was the breadwinner of the family. He hoped that things will
turn around soon enough so that he could pursue his dreams
of owning a martial arts academy as he was a master of
martial arts. But things changed when the girl he fell in love
with came back and told him she was pregnant. He was
happy about the news, but the girl wasn’t. She suggested an
abortion but Chang objected. Problems began and they later
agreed to give birth to the child and let Chang have her while
she went ahead to marry a Chinese billionaire who promised
her heaven and earth. According to Chang, the man she ended
up marrying took excellent care of her to a point where he,
Chang began to wonder if he would have taken that much
care of her.
Lin was the product of their union and Chang had not
remarried after then because he lost fate in women and
resorted to what Nigerians refer to as flexing. The truth
remained that he didn’t want his daughter to have any of such
experiences, so he called on me to help him out. How was I
supposed to help him? This man doesn’t even know me.
What even made him think I could help him? So many
questions popped in my head and I got really confused.
Chang said to me; ‘I knew you before now’. I asked how and
he told me that Cynthia is a really good friend to Lin. He said
they had been discussing about me on phone and Cynthia
mentioned that I was a respectable man. ‘She told Lin you
weren’t like a lot of the other guys she had come across’
Chang said. She also said you’re not forward and can barely
express yourself before women. She said you’re not a flirt,
and all that. She even said that judging from your actions
around her she dared to believe you’re a virgin’. Chai!!
Cynthia don finish me! After saying all these things he
laughed. I was already feeling embarrassed because of those
things he said Cynthia told Lin. I couldn’t wait to leave that
place to see Cynthia and unleash hell upon her. I controlled
myself and pretended like I wasn’t bothered by any of those
details. But then I asked him why he laughed, and he said;
‘I heard your name is Jesusboy’
‘That’s correct Mr. Chang. Does it sound funny?’
‘Not exactly. Just the boy part of the name. It goes a long
way to confirm all Cynthia told Lin about you. Never mind,
I’m okay with that. I love boys. I just wish every man would
add boy to their names if that would make them be of good
I couldn’t take it anymore being seen as an innocent naïve
boy, so I spoke out.
‘You see, Mr. Chang, Cynthia doesn’t know me that much. All
she told your daughter are just what she thinks I am. I’m not
saying I’m a bad person, but I’m not exactly all she said I
was. Especially the part she said I can’t express myself
before women. Those are just speculations not facts. So
please make no judgments based on what she said’. If you
think of me as the best of councilors due to those things you
heard, you might be mistaken. Nevertheless I’ll help you in
the best way I can’
‘Definitely you will’ he said confidently.
‘What do you want me to do for you, Mr. Chang?’
‘With much hard work I have acquired a lot of wealth which I
will have to leave behind for my daughter when I’m gone. I
don’t trust these guys that keep hanging around her. They’re
all gold diggers. I don’t want my daughter to end up with any
of them. Boy, I want you to marry my daughter. That way I’ll
die knowing my daughter and wealth are in safe hands’
‘What?’ I replied almost screaming.
‘Come on boy, quit the drama. You might be a nice guy, but
you need money and a good girl for a wife. All these I offer
you today and it will be my pleasure if you take them’
I was short of words, and my entire mind was greatly
troubled. I didn’t know what to say to him. I kept rolling my
eyes round and round until Chang’s priest came in and told
him it was time to pray to Buddha. He told me he was going
to converse with me again soon. I said okay and thanked
him, and he left. Obviously, I had a lot to meditate on.
I went out and joined the party. The two girls I was with
before Cynthia came to take away rushed to me the very
moment they saw me back at the party scene. But I
dismissed them because I wasn’t in the right frame of mind
to engage them in the conversation they required. I sat at a
dark corner viewing all that was going on. Cynthia was
dancing with virtually everyone who was on the dance floor.
She really loved dancing, as much as she knew how to. All
the while I sat there analyzing Lin over and over again to see
if she matched my kind of girl. Even if I agreed to marry Lin,
I would be assassinated before long. There were lineup of
guys plotting their way to that girl’s fortune, and I would just
come in from Africa and shut them out? No nah, they
definitely wouldn’t take it lightly with me. But that was sure
not to happen, or was it?
It got pretty late and I started feeling sleepy. Cynthia
obviously wasn’t going to retire anytime soon, so I didn’t
bother saying a word to her before I went to my room to
sleep. My soul had almost transported itself to another realm
when Cynthia called it back as she burst into my room with
an orange transparent night gown which was designed to
reveal whatever hid beneath it. She shut the door behind her,
leaned on it and stood there staring at me with a dangerous
grin. And then she started moving towards me in the same
way and manner the Indian ladies do when trying to impress
their husbands on their wedding night. It was clear to me that
all was not well because she wasn’t an Indian girl, and that
definitely wasn’t a wedding night, let alone being ours.
Unlike me, I was unable to figure out what to do to avert the
situation before it got out of hand. I just lay on my bed
watching Cynthia perform to no music. Her moves were so
captivating that I lost the power and will to do anything more
than lay still and take what was coming. She drew nearer
and nearer stylishly until she got to the edge of the bed I lay
on, knelt on it, and GBAM!…

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