Ogechi and I EPISODE: 27
Yes he did it. He walked close to me with a smile of
accomplishment, held my both hands and got to his knees.
Oh my gosh! I knew exactly what he was going to do, but
what was I supposed to do to stop hi?. I just stood still like a
stature and watched him as he went on his knees and popped
the big question; WILL YOU MARRY ME? There was no
stopping him. I didn’t have to think on whether or not I
wanted to marry him, even though seeing a guy on his knees
for me had a way of softening my whole being in every way
possible. But then my answer to CK’s proposal was a big NO.
Ck tried to convince me to change my mind, but that choice
of mine wasn’t made amidst confusion. I wasn’t indecisive at
all. And I didn’t try to get him to understand the reason for
my choice because he wasn’t going give thoughts to it
anyway. That night ended with me demanding that he opened
the door for me to go to my room and retire for the day. He
did and I got to my room. At that point, I knew I had to get
back together with Prince Charming ASAP.
We returned the next day. It happened to be that Ck had
informed everyone about his intention to propose to me at the
Bahamas. So the news of my turning down his proposal
couldn’t help but itch the ears of all who had expected to hear
what would have seemed good news to them. Because of that,
their treatment towards me changed. They all felt
disappointed at me and considered me heartless for turning
down a marriage proposal from the very guy who helped
bring me to where I was. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I
decided to go back to Nigeria to be with my Prince. I didn’t
mind what was at stake. I had always wanted a perfect life,
and to the best of my knowledge, that was only obtainable
with my Prince.
After my contract with the label expired, I refused to renew it
because of my plans of going back to Nigeria. Everyone then
saw me as bewitched. They said they thought the whole witch
craft thing said about Africa was a myth until my actions
proved otherwise to them. They all thought I was under a
spell. Only I knew where I came from and where I was going.
They didn’t know, so I didn’t blame them for anything they
said about me. I took the trip to Nigeria only to coincidentally
meet my Prince at the airport on his way to America. Gosh!! I
couldn’t believe it!
He said he had everything in place to come over and continue
his studies in America. I found myself in a state of dilemma
as I didn’t know whether to stop him from going for his
studies which was very important, or allowing him to leave.
But then, it was definitely because him I came back. How
could I let him go just like that and subject myself to
loneliness again? If that happened and my folks abroad got
to know about it, it wouldn’t be good for me. I earnestly tried
to persuade him to stay, but for some really good reasons, he
had to leave. Even though I knew the impact staying back
would have had on him, I still wanted him to stay back. I
begged him and cried my eyes out but to no avail. He
definitely would have stayed back anyway. In fact, he had
changed him mind already. My prince charming couldn’t
resist me that much. He can even take a bullet for me, but I
wouldn’t let him do that. Just when he changed his mind to
stay, the guy he was to travel with rushed to where we were
and screamed at him for delaying and nearly missing his
flight. He didn’t pay attention to him until the guy made a
striking statement; DO YOU WANT TO DISAPPOINT MY
COUSIN? It was then my Prince retreated himself from the
warms of my hug and bade me goodbye as he followed the
guy. How I wish he was there alone.
Even at that, he stopped at several intervals as though he had
changed his mind again. I really prayed he did. The only
problem there was that guy he was to travel together with. He
was the only force contending with the will of my Prince.
Finally, they both went on board the flight with the guy
holding onto my Prince’s hand and pulling him in. The flight
to America took off and my tears flooded the earth like the
waters did in the time of Noah. If not that God had promised
not to destroy the earth again with water, my tears would
have served that purpose that day.
I went home afterwards all sad and disappointed. It felt like
my world had crumbled. I couldn’t go to the US anymore
because they might mock me and say that the guy I came
back for had dumped me. Coupled with the fact that the press
were present on my arrival at the airport and witnessed all
that happened, it didn’t take them 48 hours to document the
story on the papers. The rumor so spread that the superstar
Oge got dumped by a common man at the Abuja International
Airport. I was so afraid the story would find its way to my
folks in America, especially Ck. But after three months
without a call of mockery from any of them, I concluded that
the rumor was limited to Nigeria. I was wrong.
Prince Charming called me afterwards, probably when he
arrived at his destination. I was angry and bitter that I could
have voiced out some disgusting words if I had picked up his
call. He tried and tried but I didn’t pick up. He had always
known me to be a kind, sweet, gentle, loving, caring, and
tender being. I loved that impression he had of me. In fact, I
am indeed all that to him, even if not to anyone else and I
didn’t want that to change. But it indeed would if I had
picked up his calls that day because of all the things that
were running in my mind. My thoughts were like; THERE IS
ALL THAT YOU CAME BACK FOR HIM. Those thoughts and
the likes flooded my mind and I hated my Prince temporarily.
Of course I couldn’t hate him forever.
Like the bible says; after the rain comes the sun, and sorrow
may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning, so was
it with me. Waking up the next morning in my hotel room, my
mind, spirit and soul was so refreshed. It seemed like
nothing happened at all. I picked up my phone and put a call
across to my Prince but got a prompt to leave a voice
message. I didn’t. I wanted to talk with him for real. As I
made my way for Enugu, it seemed like the whole of Nigeria
had known I was back home. The crowd that waited to see
me at the hotel in Abuja was mind blowing. Even the hotel
manager came to me and urged me to stay a little longer, as
my presence there attracted more customers. He was taking
advantage of my presence to make money. I however
consented and agreed to stay a day longer and attend to the
people and the press. It was indeed a lovely feeling and it
made me forget all my worries. But then, the press started
talking about the airport scene, how I got dumped by my
Prince and suddenly, all the anger and bitterness returned. I
told them it was personal and that I didn’t want to talk about
it, after which I spent just a little time with them and left to
my room.
The next day I was at Enugu. It also happened there like it
did at Abuja. I had to sign autographs and attend to the press
with their questions. The press at Enugu however, did not
bring up the Prince Charming dumping me issue like I
thought they would. Instead they kept talking about how
proud they were to have a star like me hail from Enugu,
where most of the press people also hailed from. The next
thing I got was calls from the various singers in Nigeria, both
famous and upcoming, asking me to feature them in their
songs. At that point, I had no manager anymore and there
was no one to refer them to. Nevertheless, I told them to talk
to my manager.
My manager over there at the US was getting numerous calls
from Nigerian musicians asking to feature me in their songs.
He was so pleased I still acknowledged him as my manager
and continued with the normal arrangements as though he
was still my manager. He then called me and we talked about
a whole lot of things including my Prince’s issue. Amazingly,
that was of no interest to him anymore as all he saw and
could think about was the money he could make from the
singers that wanted to feature me in their songs. When he
saw that my fame continued all the more in Nigeria, he kept
aside our differences and urged the other folks to do same as
we were all humans and entitled to our opinion and choices.
He didn’t say that because he meant it but because he sought
for an occasion to keep making cool money through me. He
later told me that no one over at America still held a grudge
against me anymore and that my label was ready to renew
my contract if I returned to America. I told him I was going to
think about and give him a reply.
One day I got a call while in the bathroom having my bath.
My Ipad was just there in the bathroom. My face was covered
with foam from the soup I used so I couldn’t see who the
caller was. I ignored the call with intentions of calling back
when I was done bathing but the caller just wouldn’t quit
calling back. I got pissed off by such a disturbing call and
reached out for my Ipad to turn it off until I was done
bathing. As soon as I touched a button on the Ipad, it stopped
ringing. I wasn’t sure if had turned it off because my eyes
were closed while trying to do so to prevent soup from
entering into my eyes. But after waiting two munities without
hearing it ring again, I was sure I had turned it off. I
continued bathing until about two minutes later, when I
suddenly heard someone’s voice say’ Hiiiii. Where in the
world did that come from? I asked myself. I stilled my
movement and listened carefully to be sure I actually heard
something. When I didn’t, I thought of suspending my bath
temporarily to check if there was someone around but there
was no need for that because no one shared the house with
me. So I continued with my bath. But again, I heard that
same voice say; Hiii in like manner as the former. At that
point I was frightened. Was there a ghost in here? I washed
off the soup on my face immediately and checked around if I
was going to see anything but saw nothing. It wasn’t until my
eyes strayed to my Ipad that I found I hadn’t turned it off but
picked up the call that came in when I tried to turn it off. I
was shocked! So this call had been on all the while Gosh! I
couldn’t believe that just happened. Guess who called; Ck of
course. Oh my gosh! It was Ck on the line. What in the world
just happened? It wasn’t just an ordinary call. It was a Skype
call. JEEZ!!!!!!!

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