OGECHI AND I # EPISODE 15 & 16#

Ogechi and I EPISODE: 15 & 16
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I and Chang got home to meet Cynthia and Lin at the sitting
room watching some girly stuff on TV. Cynthia was obviously
uneasy. I guess Chang was too high in spirit to observe that.
I was walking with Chang all along, forming Rambo to
convince him all the more that I was really willing to do all I
told him. Even Cynthia did not understand me. I followed
Chang to his room and he was kind of marveled at that action
of mine. ‘You might want to go to your room, boy’ he said.
No! I replied sternly. I really believed that what transpired in
my dream was going to work for me like it worked for the
poor kid. So I kept following hard after Chang. ‘I want to
know all there is to know about the PRADAS. I don’t want to
go in there too naïve’ I said. Tell me everything about the
PRADA. ‘Are you sure of this?’ Chang asked. ‘I think you’re
going so fast’. ‘Are you telling me or not, old man?’ I asked
sternly. I believe that at that point, Chang was a bit confused
and may have been angry that I called him old man, but he
didn’t show such emotions. I was supposed to be afraid, but I
was more than eager to become a PRADA. Something is not
right. But what? Chang couldn’t figure that out, so he told me
he was weak and needed to rest. ‘I’ll tell you all you need to
know about PRADA tomorrow’ he said, and I left without
saying goodnight. I borrowed that attitude from the PRADAS.
They never say a word of greeting and never act familiar. I
wonder what must have been running through Chang’s mind.
I wasn’t convinced that all that display before Chang was
enough to get him to act in accordance with my plan, so I
decided to try something rugged. At least, if my previous
display wasn’t enough to get Chang to change his mind about
me, this one will. Having convinced myself of the rapid result
this very plan of mine was going to yield, I excitedly
proceeded with my next move.
In the middle of the night I went to Lin’s room and asked for
a piece of her. She objected. ‘If you must be my wife, you
must let me have a piece of you whenever I ask for it,
pending when we’ll get married. I’m not ready to wait
eternally for our wedding night’. ‘But you said you’re
engaged to Cynthia’, Lin asked. ‘Things have changed’ I said.
‘Ask you aged father and he’ll explain it all to you. We are
getting married soon. But I can’t wait until then to have you.
I need you now. I mean now!
Left for Lin, she wouldn’t resist. But for the fear of her father
she objected. I knew all that. I just wanted to give Chang a
reason to disqualify and send me away. I began to threaten
Lin that I was going to get physical if she continued resisting
me and she threatened to scream if I did so. ‘That’s exactly
what I need nah’ I said in my heart. I proceeded towards her,
bundled her and threw her down from the bed, unbuttoned my
shirt and lose my belt. Guess what? The girl didn’t even sigh,
not to talk of scream. Between her and me, she wanted it to
look like I forced myself on her, but no one would hear of it.
When it was clear to me that Lin was a wrong chemical, I
made my way out of her room and she asked; What? Did I do
something wrong?
I couldn’t sleep that night. By 5am I went Chang’s library and
got a number of books about jets, estates, and mansions. I
opened up all of them and kept on Chang’s reading table.
When morning fully came, I heard Chang ask about me and
no one seemed to know where I was. I knew he was going to
look for me when morning came since he and I had almost
become fellow PRADAS. After searching a while for me, one
of the servants came to the library to find me lying on the
books on the table like one who fell asleep while reading. I
was just acting.
Chang was called in by the servant who found me. He woke
me up and asked if I was drunk. I laughed mischievously and
told him that I just found a reason to live. He asked what I
had found and I showed him the books. ‘How do books about
jets, estates and mansions give you a reason to live? ‘Guess
Chang, guess’ I said smiling. I’m not guessing anything. Tell
me if you want to or let’s go and have breakfast so that I can
tell you about PRADA afterwards as you requested.
‘Excellent!’ I screamed. But before then you’ll have to answer
some questions. ‘I don’t have time for all these, boy’ Chang
yelled. ‘Please Chang, please. It will only take a while’ I said.
Chang sat down and I asked;
What’s the price of the most expensive jet you know?
‘24 Billion Dollars’
‘What about the price of largest estate you know?’
‘About 50 billion dollars’
‘Okay. The largest mansion?
‘What’s all these about?’
‘Mr. Chang, just answer the question’
‘400 million dollars’
‘Thank you Mr. Chang. If you add all that money together,
you’ll get 74 billion 400 million dollars.’
‘That’s right’, Chang concurred. Now what was that for?
‘Those are the things I’m going to buy after I marry your
daughter’
Chang laughed and laughed and asked; ‘where are you going
to get the money to buy all that, boy? If I remember correctly,
you still an aspiring actor and singer. So how the hell are
you going to achieve that?’ After he said that, he kept
laughing. I waited for him to be through. When he was, I
looked at him and said; WITH LIN’S MONEY.
Chang paused and looked at me firmly. I bet he wasn’t seeing
me in the light he had seen all the while anymore. I went
ahead to tell him how I hated martial arts and would sell off
his martial arts academy when Lin inherited it. I made Chang
believe that I had become greedy for Lin’s fortune and he
suspended the idea of my marriage to his daughter. But no,
he didn’t suspend the idea of making me a PRADA.
Cynthia couldn’t stay any longer in China. She just couldn’t
take it anymore. She didn’t understand Chang, she didn’t
understand Lin, and worst of all, she didn’t understand me.
She asked me to secretly leave Chang’s house with her but I
objected. I told her I had everything under control. She didn’t
understand at all but I told her to trust me, and she did. As a
matter of fact, I had grown to become the only one Cynthia
trusts.
I told her to make her intentions of leaving known to Chang.
Chang wouldn’t stop her from leaving. He had no business
with her anymore. So she did, and Chang bade her farewell.
She asked for me to escort her to the airport. I refused. She
begged but I still refused. She put up a fight with me for
refusing to escort her to the airport and that called to the
attention of everyone in the mansion including Chang. He
asked to know what the problem was and Cynthia told him
how heartless I was for refusing to escort her to the airport.
Chang thought I was really ready to turn bad and was already
acting like it even before turning bad. He pleaded with me to
escort her to the airport and I yielded. I and Cynthia got to
the airport, boarded a flight to America, and off we went.
Whoow! That was entirely my plan, and it worked.
I wouldn’t know what happened when Chang and Lin
discovered we were gone. I left China without packing any of
my stuff except the cloth I wore. Thank God! We arrived at
America and were so relieved. Lin called in later that day to
find out where we were and Cynthia gave her the nag of her
life. I don’t know if Lin got to say any more than hello,
because Cynthia never paused while on the phone with her
and it seemed as if she was rapping Twister’s music. No be
small thing oo. I and Cynthia started a recap on our
experience in China. She made fun of me and I made fun of
her. Seemed like our experience in China brought us closer
than we were before, and she was so comfortable with it.
I had been sleeping all day one of those days and couldn’t
sleep early enough at night. I jumped out of my bed and
made my way to the sitting room. There I found Cynthia
watching TV. ‘You’re still up this late?’ I asked. ‘Yeah. I
couldn’t sleep. What about you? You’re afraid to sleep alone
in your room? She asked. ‘Maybe I should come join you’. I
just smiled and waved that away, then I joined her to watch
TV as we discussed. Cynthia then began to apologize for the
slap she gave me in China. She was so tender with words
that I began to admire her in a way I hadn’t before. She drew
close to me and laid her head on my chest, telling me how
willing she was to make it up to me, not minding how I
wanted her to. She gave me a blank check, and my mind
became as blank as the check. The fragrance of her hair was
to die for. She was putting on that same gown she wore the
night she paid an unusual visit to my room in China. The
light in the sitting room was off, and the overwhelming
darkness lacked the power to reveal much to my eyes, so my
mind wasn’t troubled much. But then, she slept off on my
chest since it took me too long to decide what to fill into the
check she gave me.
I tried to wake her up unsuccessfully. After several tries, I
decided to carry her all the way up to her room. On reaching
there I dropped her on the bed gently, drew back and watched
her stretch herself and wiggling like a worm on the bed while
turning to a comfortable sleeping position. Unfortunately me,
the light in her room was on, and it shone so bright that it
didn’t even look like night. I could see all her gown revealed,
and leaving the room became an issue. I longed for a strange
voice like that which played in my mind in Ogechi’s case to
play again so that I would have an excuse to misbehave and
blame it on the devil. Haha, devil don suffer! But fortunately
for me, it didn’t. Na wao. Abi devil dey sleep? When it was
clear the voice wasn’t going to speak, I considered
improvising. (WRONG MOVE)
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EPISODE: 16
After much effort to provoke negative inspirations, only
sensible thoughts crossed my mind, and I ended up
remembering Ogechi, who seemed to have forgotten me.
When I got it up to my neck I left for the sitting room and
continued watching TV. Just then, a replay of a TV broadcast
featuring TV stars of all sorts was put on air. That was my
kind of program. I loved it more than the football fans love
football. I sat back and watched. I was still aspiring to get
there, so I wouldn’t miss anything that could mold me to fit
in.
A lot of stars came on set, most of which I knew. Next thing I
heard was Ogechi’s name being called by the presenter to
come on set. I couldn’t believe my ears. I watched to see if
she was the Ogechi I knew. Lo and behold, she was her. She
was interviewed and I could hear her talk about me in
parables. As a matter of fact, when she was asked what
inspired her to embrace music, she answered saying; a
handsome prince charming never stopped pushing me to do
the things I lacked the courage to do. And I’m here now as a
result of that. The phone line was open to callers and fans. I
rushed to get my phone and call the number on the screen
but remembered the program was just a replay. However, I
saved the number. The date for the next live program
featuring Ogechi was announced and I stored it in my head,
looking forward to it. The program ended and I left to my
room and retired for the day. That night, I dreamed of
Ogechi.
The next morning I woke up to meet breakfast in bed. That
never happened before since I started living with Cynthia.
‘Who did this?’ I wondered. ‘Maybe on of Cynthia’s cooks has
a crush on me’ I concluded. I waved those thoughts away
and consumed the breakfast without brushing my teeth.
While I was eating, Cynthia came into my room to check on
me.
‘Good morning miss’ I greeted.
‘Morning J. How’s the day going?’
‘Pretty cool’ I replied. One of your cooks made me breakfast
in bed. Can you imagine that? I wonder how she knew I really
needed a woman to do this for me. Maybe there’s a
connection between us’ I said.
‘Really? Do you want me to find out who did? She asked.
‘Oh no. I objected. Not now. When I’m ready to go back to
Nigeria, I’ll find out who she is and take her to mama’ I said,
as a joke.
‘Would you really do that for this girl?’ Cynthia asked
seriously.
‘Of course’ I replied, still joking.
‘Okay then’ Cynthia said. Until you’re ready to go back to
Nigeria. But that won’t be anytime soon. Everything is now
ready for you to begin your Master’s Degree program. I
wanted to tell you all about it today in order to make your
day a pleasant one. That’s why I made you breakfast in bed
to prepare your heart for this news. It appears the breakfast
accomplished more than it was intended for’ she said, rolling
her eyes and smiling at me romantically as she left the room.
I was dump founded afterwards. It was Cynthia who made me
breakfast in bed! Na Cynthia I want carry go show my
mama? Omor see gogbe oo! She was five years older than
me for crying out loud. Did I just tell her I was taking her
home to mum? Oh no, that was just a joke. I hope she
knows. But on the other hand, this girl has tried for me oo.
She single handedly paid for all my travel documents and
sponsored my trip abroad, connected me to music producers
and movie directors whom I was working with from the
background pending when time and chance will lunch me in.
She has provided me with the good life I’ve always desired,
and made necessary arrangements for me to further my
education abroad. From the look of things, she’s also willing
to give me….. GIVE ME WHAT? Wetin I dey think sef! I shook
my head and dismissed that last thought. I rejoiced greatly
over the news she brought to me. I called my mother and a
few people at home and enlightened them on the development
of things.
I began my Master’s Degree Program after nearly six months
of coming to America. I was going to be through with it in
eighteen months’ time. Cynthia kept providing me with all my
needs cheerfully. At a point I got really curious about
Cynthia’s source of wealth because she was spending money
extravagantly. At least it appeared extravagant to me. I
wouldn’t know if she considered her way of spending
extravagant. I summoned her one day and started enquiring.
She told me she was just a fortunate girl. She was into
modeling in Nigeria before she relocated abroad. In her early
years as a model she was required to go Unclad on a
magazine cover. She was to be paid good money for that
appearance. Being from a humble background she could not
say no to such offer, adding to the fact that she had to do it if
she wanted to progress in her career as a model. So she
decided to do it since her name did not ring a bell then. No
one would know who she was. Amazingly, the magazine got
so famous and found its way to the hands of a CEO of an
American modeling company who loved her body so much.
Every Nigerian who saw that magazine was so eager to know
who the girl on the magazine cover was. Many people
criticized her while others gave her thumbs up.
So many castigations came to her and she couldn’t take it
anymore. Though she had gotten rich, her image was at
stake. Luckily for her, the American CEO of a modeling
company who saw the magazine and loved her body reached
out to her and asked her to come over to America and
continue her career in his company. That was the best and
only option for her if she wanted to escape the persecution
her action had drawn to her. She immediately consented and
left for America. The controversy continued in Nigeria after
she left but there were no proofs to back up any accusation
labeled against her as no one knew who she was. They only
had her name but could not get to her. The Nigerian press
followed her diligently to get a picture or video of her
modeling for the American modeling company she worked
with. But Cynthia was a smart girl. Igbo girls no dey carry
last nah.
She changed her looks as soon as she reached America. She
never went on TV without disguising herself with excessive
makeup and Brazilian hair that even her colleagues in Nigeria
couldn’t recognize her when they saw a picture of her.
Cynthia so disguised herself that no one who knew her before
was able to identify her in her new look. Only the press who
traveled abroad to get the picture knew that Cynthia was the
one hiding behind her make up.
Soon enough, the reign of that Nigerian magazine that made
Cynthia abscond was over and no one talked about Cynthia
or the magazine anymore. Even at that, Cynthia refused
coming back to Nigeria again except on a visit to her
parents, and that she did secretly. She didn’t want anything
that would resurrect that dead memory.
After modeling in America for five years she became a
millionaire in dollars. She even became part of the
management team in the modeling company and wasn’t
modeling again. That’s how she got all those connections
with the American stars. She made it clear to me that she
never wanted to go back to Nigeria again. She was going to
live in America till death. As a female child, she belonged to
whoever married her so she had no business at home
anymore. About her marriage she explained that she didn’t
want to marry a white man. She wanted to marry a Nigerian
man based in America. And since she couldn’t find a serious
American based Nigerian man, she remained unmarried till
she turned 32 years, even though she looked 23. As a model,
she knew what to do to keep looking younger by the day, and
she had the money to make sure of that. She was determined
to wait until her desired Nigerian man came. Hmmm,
EVERYONE WITH HIS OR HER OWN STORY OO!
I was clarified on Cynthia’s source of wealth but was terrified
on some other of her issues. After she told me everything, I
felt sorry for her. She was afraid of going back home
because of that involuntary action of hers that was instigated
by someone who neither shared the shame or the pain.
Anyone who doesn’t hear her side of the story would consider
her an indecent and ambitious girl. But I knew better than to
call her names. In fact, she’s an amazing girl, kind hearted
and philanthropic. Beautiful, tender, soft, curvy, brown eyed
and with excellent dancing skills. Chai! I remember the night
she paid a visit to my room in China with dance moves that
nearly suffocated me in a fully air-conditioned room. I
started recalling all the wonderful things I noticed about
Cynthia and even began to compare between her and Ogechi.
I compared and found it very difficult to say who among them
was to die for. But wait oo, what is wrong with me? Ogechi is
my girlfriend for goodness’ sake. I’m not supposed to
compare her with anybody. Wait a minute, did I say my
girlfriend? Damn it! She’s miles and miles away from me and
we don’t even communicate. On the other hand, Cynthia is
here with me, just that she’s not my girlfriend. She could be
if I want her to. Am I sure of that? Does she even like me?
Come on, she made me breakfast in bed. I must be silly.
Even if she likes me, I wouldn’t want to date a girl five years
older than me. Not like I’m going to marry her anyway. I
could just date her until I’m done with my Masters’ Degree
Program. No oo, I have no intentions of using and dumping
anybody. If I get myself into any relationship, it must be a
serious one that could lead to marriage if God wills, and I
can’t marry a girl older than me even with one month. But
wait oo, why am I thinking all these? Am I falling for
Cynthia?

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