OGECHI AND I # EPISODE 17&18#

Ogechi and I EPISODE: 17 & 18
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Cynthia and I went to a cinema one evening for a movie
premiere of one of Hollywood’s best directors who was
Cynthia’s acquaintance. Cynthia looked like a diva in the
dress she had on. Nearly everyone who had known Cynthia to
be a model was there. They all wanted to take a picture with
her. Whenever anyone wanted to snap with her, she
demanded that I stand by her. Cynthia made every
preferential treatment given to her to pass through me. She
made it seem as though she wouldn’t do anything without my
approval. If anyone wanted to speak with her privately, they
would have to ask me. I would then permit her and give her
the number of minutes she was to spend with each person. I
didn’t do any of those on my own accord. I just played along
with her the moment I realized she wanted it that way. The
big moment came when Cynthia and the other models got
together. Cynthia wouldn’t let me go for even one second. Six
other astonishingly beautiful models from the different
continents of the world came and joined me and Cynthia on
our table. I was very particular about the one among them
who had an Italian accent. The way she talked made me
want to kiss her. The way she smiled impressed me a whole
lot. And the way she moved her body engaged my
imagination and I swore in my heart that I was going meet
her privately no matter the cost.
Cynthia was just showing me off like say I be Obama pikin. I
was cool with it. I loved the feeling. I cracked a lot of jokes
that made the models laugh their hearts out. We began
discussing about the movie that was premiered. All the
models starred in the movie except Cynthia. I asked why she
wasn’t a part of it and she said she wanted to limit her
Unclad appearances on TV because she didn’t want to be
seen as an indecent girl. That sounded like trash to the other
models because as far as there are concerned, Unclothedness
wasn’t anything to be shy of anymore. Cynthia explained that
she was an African girl who was hoping to marry an African
man. A Nigerian man to be specific. ‘Nigerians don’t see it
the same way the Americans do’ she said to the models. ‘An
American man may let his wife go Unclad on TV for the sake
of career, but a Nigerian man will definitely not’. The models
disagreed with her and there was a little argument on that
subject. The stand of American men on public Unclothedness
was known, but that of and African man wasn’t. And since I
was the only African man present there, I had to stand in for
all African men and give my opinion on that matter. I didn’t
contribute on my own oo. One of the models asked me if
what Cynthia said about African men was true. I tried to
dodge the question but as soon as the model with the Italian
accent urged me to say something, I didn’t delay for even one
second before I started talking like machine. I wasn’t giving
my sincere opinion at all. Whatever the Italian girl said was
what I concurred to. Cynthia was surprised at me. She
couldn’t believe her ears and I didn’t mind. Whatever would
jeopardize my chances with the Italian girl was discarded
without a second thought. What made me see the Italian girl
in a different light was what I couldn’t figure out. She simply
found her way to my heart and I went along with the drive.
We discussed about many things. These models didn’t see
me as who I really was but as one of the big shots they
hadn’t gotten to know yet. Midway into our discussion the
Australian model among them enquired to know me. Cynthia
gave me a profile I had not given to myself even in my
imagination. She told them all I was and added all I was yet
to be. She was right to tell them I’m a singer, actor, writer
and poet. Instead of ending there she told them I was working
hand in hand with all those people she introduced me to.
What she said of me made those girls believe that I could
play a role or two to get them to greater heights in their
career. And that made it easy for me to access the Italian girl
without stress. There was no end to the preferential
treatments I got from those girls.
Time came for the director of the movie that was premiered
to be honored for directing such a nice movie. One of the
models who starred in the movie was called on to say a thing
or two about the movie before the director was called on to
be honored. Incidentally, it was the Italian model that was
called on. She went out there and started talking about the
movie and praising the director of the movie. To my greatest
surprise, she said director was too great a man to be called
to stage by a lone lady. So she said she was going to call on
someone she deemed worthy to come join her usher in the
director. ‘Ladies and gentlemen’, she said, help me welcome
Jesusboy’. The audience clapped as though they knew who
was called. I was shaken by that development. I never
imagined standing before such dignitaries anytime soon. I
thought I had overcome stage fright when I started acting
drama in church but then it occurred to me that I still had
fright left in me. Honestly I didn’t want to go. If I had the
opportunity, I would have ran out so that it would be that I
wasn’t around when I was called on. Even Cynthia was
flabbergasted. But then she urged me to go join her. Cynthia
would never discourage me to do anything that would add to
my prestige. By the time she said a word or two to me, I
gathered courage and joined the Italian girl on stage. She
handed the microphone to me and I said a few things I
normally said whenever I spoke before an audience. But I
noticed that those people appreciated almost everything you
had to offer. The few times I made presentations in Nigeria, I
had to prepare and prepare as if I was going to win an award
for it. Even at that, I hardly touched the heart of my listeners.
So I had to put extra effort to make sure that my presentation
was not a dry one. But in this case, it was different. The
moment I stepped on stage and got the microphone I was so
nervous. So I released a deep breath with the microphone
close to my mouth and the sound echoed in the auditorium.
Just when I was about starting to feel I had embarrassed
myself, the audience applauded. I was shocked. Was it me or
someone else? I looked at their faces and saw them smiling
at me as though I had made their day. In order to clear my
doubt I released a deep breath again and they applauded
again. It was really me. At that very moment, my self-esteem
tripled up. The fright diminished and I began to speak like
who they all believed me to be. I called the director to stage.
He gave his speech which he began by thanking me and the
Italian girl whom he referred to as my woman. He thought we
were dating, and so he made others think.
His speech was over and we left to our table to join Cynthia
and the others. What just happened became the topic of our
discussion. The Italian girl was seen as my woman so we
had to stick together to put up a good show. People who saw
me on stage drew close to me afterwards to get to know me
better. The Italian girl assumed Cynthia’s responsibilities
immediately. She wouldn’t let me speak for myself. She just
kept quoting Cynthia to all who came to me. All those people
saw me as a star in the movie and music industry, and were
looking forward to my movies and songs which I promised to
make public soon.
I eventually got to spend time alone with the Italian girl. We
got talking. Her accent never stopped impressing me.
Cynthia was watching us from a distance with an unusual
countenance on her face. She was all alone, sipping her
strawberry juice little by little. We discussed for a very long
while. Then a white man approached us and called on her.
She asked him to give her a minute but the man insisted on
seeing her right away. He didn’t look happy, but I could tell I
wasn’t the one he was angry with. The girl went to meet him
and they walked a little distance away from me and started
speaking Italian. Suddenly the started raising their voices at
each other. I got angry with the man for raising her voice on
the girl and wanted to intervene before I heard the man say
out loud in English; I’m not giving you the divorce! Ewoo!
Person wife? I couldn’t to spend a single minute waiting for
her on realizing she was married. All my feelings for her
went dead immediately and I started feeling guilty for having
left Cynthia who placed so much value on me to be with
someone else’s wife who was asking for a divorce.
I left there unnoticed by the Italian girl and went to join
Cynthia. I knew she wasn’t happy, I just didn’t know to what
extent she had gotten angry. Secondly, I didn’t know how to
access her heart. If it were Ogechi, I would just kneel down
and her anger will vanish immediately. Since I didn’t know
what to do to calm Cynthia, I just started making jokes she
didn’t laugh to. All the while, most people who passed my
way often stopped by to introduce themselves to me and
make me an acquaintance since they all thought I was one of
the stars. An elderly man then came to me and shook hands
with me, telling me how honored he was to get to know me.
Your woman is a beauty; he said referring to the Italian girl. I
quickly objected and said; she isn’t my woman. I pointed to
Cynthia and said; this right here is my woman. Cynthia
turned her face slowly towards me in amazement. The man
said; but she ain’t the girl who called you out before us. The
girl who called me out was representing her because she was
feeling a little bit heavy and couldn’t afford to stand for that
long’ I said. The man shook his head in agreement and said;
she also is a beauty indeed. Cynthia smiled. Yes! I have
broken the yoke. But wait a minute, did I break a yoke or did
I just put a yoke on me?
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EPISODE: 18
The movie premiere finally came to an end. I and Cynthia
made sure to say goodbye to a good number of people before
leaving. Cynthia drove the car. Midway home she made a
turn that didn’t lead to her house. Where’s she going? I asked
in my heart. I said nothing to her because I didn’t want
anything that would ruin the mood I had succeeded to get her
into by pronouncing her my woman. I knew she took it
seriously. But I didn’t bother to find a way to make her
understand I wasn’t really serious. I was exhausted already
and wanted to rest badly. In addition, I have been proclaimed
a celebrity in the presence of dignitaries who have identified
with me and expect to watch my films and listen to my
music. That became a problem to me. So whatever I had said
of Cynthia didn’t bother me. All I was thinking about was how
to live up to the expectation of those people who saw me as a
celebrity.
Cynthia drove us to a lone street with noise and the sound of
music coming from just one out of the many buildings on
that street. She drove to that building and stopped.
‘Where is this?’ I asked.
‘It’s a club’ Cynthia replied softly.
I could tell she was in high spirit and wanted to let it out in
that club. I don’t do clubs, even in Nigeria but since we had
already gotten there I had no choice. We stepped out of the
car and entered inside. There were lots of people and this
was about 10pm. There were no chairs there. Only some
stools at the bar for a number of people who wanted to have
a drink. Even at that, the stools were not sufficient enough as
some ended up standing to have their drinks. It didn’t bother
them.
The club house was a large on, yet we could barely make it
through from the entrance to the bar. ‘Two glasses of vodka’
Cynthia ordered. ‘Alright ma’am’ the bartender responded
and left to serve her order.
‘Why two glasses? I asked. You know I don’t do alcohol’
‘Don’t give me that! She said. Tonight is special.
‘Do you mind telling me what’s special about the night?
Because I don’t seem to have a clue.
‘We’re celebraaaaating’
‘Really? What are we celebrating if I may ask?
‘Friendship I guess.
Oh yeah, friendship. We could have done that back at home,
just you and me.
‘Perfect! Cynthia screamed. We’ll definitely continue at
home. In fact, I’ll serve the best part of the celebration for
last’ she said grinning lustfully at me’
‘Here’s your order ma’am, the bartender said as he pushed
two glasses of vodka towards us’
‘Thank you handsome’, Cynthia said.
Cynthia grabbed one glass of vodka and emptied it into her
mouth and squeezed her face like one who tasted something
bitter. She handed the other glass to me and I was about
objecting when she flung her left arms around my neck and
put the drink in my mouth. I refused to open my mouth and
take the drink or say anything because if I tried to say
something she would just throw the drink into my mouth. But
what she was doing to me became like a drama to most
people in the club and little by little their attention was on
us. When I saw many of them turning to watch us, I opened
my mouth and took the drink so that all that more undue
attention would be averted.
After I took the drink the people in the club gave us a round
of applause. Na wa for Americans oo. Imagine such a thing
happening in Nigeria, no one would even notice it, let alone
paying attention to it. But there it attracted some degree of
celebration.
Cynthia refused to let go off me. Instead she ordered for two
more glasses of vodka and gave one to me in the same
manner. She continued like that until we both had five
glasses while being watched by over 50% of people in that
club. What we did became like a show that interested
everyone and made them want to stick around to see how it
ends.
She then dragged me to the dance floor for a dance. I’m not a
good dancer. In fact, I’m not a dancer at all. But even if I
said that a million times to Cynthia, she wouldn’t hit the
dance floor without me. At this point, she wasn’t the Cynthia
I had always known, neither was I the Jesusboy Ogechi had
always known. I bet Ogechi would get on her knees and start
praying for me if she knew the condition I was at that point
in time. I followed Cynthia reluctantly to the dance floor
telling her I didn’t know how to dance. Cynthia didn’t give a
rat ass about that. She was like a lioness that had laid hold
of best prey ever. She was way beyond logical reasoning and
the only language she understood was FUN.
Although I was trying to get her to understand that I didn’t
want to hit the dance floor with her, I was enjoying every bit
of what she was doing. Five glasses of vodka turned things
around. I was in another world indeed. I eventually got to
love the attention the people in the club were giving us and I
began to dance. I wouldn’t know if that thing I did was called
dancing but I sure moved to the rhythm of the music. I could
hear them hailing and clapping from time to time and that
spurred me up all the more.
As time went on I couldn’t seem to get a clear picture of
anything again, nevertheless, I didn’t give anyone a dull
moment because the crowd didn’t stop applauding, hailing,
and laughing. Maybe I did a few Mr. Bin stuff in there. I
wouldn’t know. But I know I was drooling at Cynthia while
doing what seemed to me like dancing. She wiggled and
wiggled that I began to entertain wild thoughts I hadn’t
entertained in years. Mehn, this Cynthia is one hell of a girl.
You need to meet her.
The light that gave life to my sight shrunk until it was no
more. Even the sound of noise and music gradually reduced
until everywhere became silent like a grave yard. Then I
heard Cynthia saying; don’t sleep on me little boy. She was
smiling, she was drooling, and she was grinning. I opened my
eyes to realize that she was trying to lead me to her car and
head back home. My eyes were fixed on her lips. The
allurement of her lips made me return the smile, grin and
drool. I could tell she was screaming the words she was
saying to me but it sounded to me like she was miming to
nothing. I tried to keep myself awake but as soon as Cynthia
moved the car and the cool from the factory fitted air
conditioner of the car made contact with my sweaty skin, my
eyelids hugged each other again and I lost contact with the
real world.
Many things happened after I lost contact with the real
world. Things like Cynthia driving me home, two of her
maids assisting me to my room since my feet couldn’t carry
me, taking off my cloths and leading me to the shower to
have my bath and rid myself of the smell of alcohol. You’ve
got to be kidding me. I thought those things only happen in
China. After they put me in the shower and turned it on, I felt
like an eagle that just hatched when the water touched my
sweaty skin. The two maids stood there staring at me as I
played under the shower like a kid who wasn’t aware of what
it meant to be Unclad before people. It was a good thing they
didn’t take off all the cloths I had on. They left me with the
tommy Hilfiger boxer I had own. I bet they thought I was
going to dismiss them and continue the rest by myself but
they probably had the biggest shock of their lives when they
saw me bath with my boxer on. That’s why they stayed back
to observe me closely. They must have believed I had lost my
mind. Not that I was really aware of what I was doing
anyway. I had five glasses of vodka working wonders in my
system.
Next thing I heard was Cynthia’s voice scolding her maids for
staying back to watch me have my bath. She took it really
personal. She was high, so she wasn’t acting like she
normally would. Five glasses of vodka was also working
wonders in her system. The maids tried to explain to her that
they stayed back in case I happened to need anything since I
was not in my right frame of mind. ‘How dare you say he’s
not in the right frame of mind? Cynthia asked with extreme
annoyance. ‘Now let me show you what it means to not be in
the right frame of mind’. She drew near to them and gave
them two slaps, one for each of them. I just sat back in the
shower and enjoyed the drama. When I saw that Cynthia was
blowing things out of proportion, I stepped in. I wonder how I
managed to know she was blowing things out of proportion.
‘I told them to stay back’ I said. I really needed someone
around so I stopped them from leaving’. ‘Really?’ Cynthia
asked. Come on J, you should have called on me instead.
She turned to her maids and said; ‘Now get out of here you
two. The maids left in a hurry, then Cynthia stood there
watching me do whatever I was doing. I wish I knew what I
was doing. But whatever it was, it was really funny because I
saw Cynthia laughing over and again at me. Maybe I was
playing the clown.
After a while she stopped laughing and started advancing
towards the shower slowly. After three steps she stopped and
took off the fancy roller she used to pack her hair and then
flipped her hair. Chai! It was such a lovely sight to behold.
Again she took another three steps and stopped, unzipped the
gown she wore from behind, pulled it off her both arms and
let go of it. The gown dropped at once to the floor covering
only her feet while the rest of her remained exposed. After
another three steps, she stopped again and did something
else more fascinating than the former. At that point, I lost my
mind completely and would have cursed anyone who dared
come between me and that temporary insanity. I sat on the
floor of the bathroom watching her as she kept blowing my
mind after every three steps until there was nothing left of
my mind to be blown. You won’t believe this. She got into the
shower and stood right in front of me unclad. I don CRAZE!
She wanted to take a shower with me.
‘This had to be it’ I thought. ‘I have come to the end of the
road. There’s no escape this time’.
I closed my eyes like a soldier who was giving up in a war he
was determined to conquer, and then suddenly!

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