Ogechi and I EPISODE: 35
Cynthia stood still like a dead tree with her hands on her
head as though she was surrendering to the cops, and her
eyes wide open in utter amazement. She studied the image
on my laptop very well to be sure if it was really a live image
or a wall paper. Her doubt was cleared when she saw a girl
breathing in and out noticeably. She was shocked! She
looked at me as though trying to figure out if it was really me
or someone else, for she hadn’t expected me to be of such
behavior, neither had she observed or noticed anything
pointing to the fact that I was capable of doing what she
thought I was doing. I, on the other hand had already wore
the guilty look on my face, and that confirmed her suspicion,
though her suspicion was wrong. She turned to me and
“Seriously?! You’re flirting with a prostitute on the internet!?
Jesusboy is this what you do!? Wait a minute, is this really
happening? Are you really flirting with a prostitute on the
internet? All these while I thought of you to be the most noble
and respectable man I’ve ever seen in my life and have held
you in high regard, only to discover otherwise today? Answer
me you bastard! So you prefer a prostitute on the internet to
me!? Oh MY GOSH! How pathetic! You are a bastard! You
bastard! You coward! Son of a biitch! You are a pervert!
Bloody ass-whole! I have had it up to my neck this time. I
can take anything from you but not this unimaginable crap”
Cynthia said, pointing at my laptop. “How did you even fool
me into believing you’re more than the dung you really are?””
I wish the earth would just open up and swallow this corpse
you call a body.” “Why won’t God just withdraw his breath
from you and damn you dark soul? You devil’s incarnate!”
Cynthia screamed various unwholesome names at me,
accusing me of flirting with a prostitute on the internet.
Apparently, she didn’t recognize the Image on the other end
or perhaps was too outraged to take a careful look. She was
unto me with slaps, hits and punches. She threw whatever
she found on me; pillow, hanger, creams and anything she
laid hands on. That wasn’t enough. She held onto the collar
of my pajamas in tears and bitterness. If there was a gun
close by, she would have shot me to death. As she jumped on
me, I fell on the bed with her on top of me, punching and
attacking me by all means possible. The kind of strength she
exhibited that night baffled me. I never knew she was that
strong. She didn’t even look that strong. As a matter of fact,
she wasn’t that strong. But I guess the beast in her was
awoken by the night’s incident.
I didn’t do much to defend myself because I wanted her to
display all her anger on me until she cooled off. But instead
of her rage diminishing, it was increasing by every passing
moment. She even pressed my head against the bed with a
pillow as though she wanted to kill me. That was when I
knew she was out of control and pushed her off me. I got up
from the bed and she continued her attack on me. Her maids
heard the sound of falling items in my room and rushed
upstairs to see what was really happening. Cynthia’s eyes
were blood cold. She looked like a serial killer who was bent
on taking my life away in the cruelest way ever. She never
stopped coming after me to hurt me. Her maids intervened by
holding fast to her to prevent her from continuing with the
havoc. I voiced out sorry words as they held onto her but it
wasn’t getting into her head. She had gone GAGA, and the
only thing that could calm her down was perhaps my death.
Eventually her anger subsided, and she began to pay
attention to my plea. I begged Cynthia with tears in my eyes
to forgive all I had caused her. I told her I didn’t know it was
going to get to that.
“It is not in my nature to hurt people my dear Cynthia” I
said. “If I had known the future will play out this way, I would
have prevented the emotions that aroused love between us. If
there is any wonderful woman in this whole world, that is
you Cynthia. You are the epitome of beauty that princesses
envy. Kings will gladly share their kingdoms with you
without fear of anything. And the young girls’ desire is to be
like none other but you. I was also of the school of thoughts
that angels only dwell in heaven with God and never come
down to earth except on assignment, but changed those
believes when I got to know you. Even at that, calling you an
angel would be an understatement because angels are
messengers. You, my dear Cynthia, are more than a
messenger. You are a queen in many kingdoms, and it will be
to the honor of any man who is able to secure himself a
place in your heart. If I could turn back the hands of time, I
would, and undo all the wrongs I’ve done to you. Breaking
your heart is one thing I would never do, even with a gun
pointed to my head. But I’m afraid the situation on ground
outweighs the dread of gun point.
I said a whole lot of stuff that was way beyond mere apology
for flirting with a girl on the internet, and she got confused.
As I kept confessing nonstop, Cynthia screamed at me to
STOP! It was obvious to her that there was more to my words
than mere apologies, and she wanted to be sure what it was.
So she screamed “STOP!” and that finally woke Ogechi up on
the other end since the call was still on while all these were
happening. During my little wrestle with Cynthia, things had
scattered in the room and we ended up at the edge of the
room where Cynthia’s maids held her as I apologized. When
Ogechi heard Cynthia’s scream and woke up, she looked to
her device and saw that the call was still on. She could hear
voices but couldn’t see anyone, as our location in the room
was away from the laptop’s cam. Out of curiosity she called
out to me while I was still trying to explain things to Cynthia.
Cynthia had thought all the while that she was a prostitute.
Ogechi’s voice halted our conversation. Everyone paused and
turned to the laptop to see who was calling on me. Ogechi
had called my name three times without any response from
me, so she decided to switch from calling me by my default
name to a name that might perhaps win her a response from
By this time Cynthia had ordered her maids to let go off her.
She walked slowly confusingly towards the computer,
probably to unleash the same hell on the supposed
prostitute. Just then Ogechi’s voice echoed from the other
end saying; “ARE YOU THERE SWETIEE?” Cynthia increased
her pace towards the computer on hearing that to do
whatever she had in mind to do only to discover that the girl
she saw wasn’t a prostitute after all; she was Ogechi.
There was a great shock on both ends. Cynthia couldn’t
believe her eyes, and Ogechi could say a word. Immediately,
tears began flowing freely from Cynthia’s eyes. She didn’t
understand what was really happening. As far as she knew, I
was the guy who had been living with her for over two years
now, and Ogechi was the girl she met barely two nights ago
at Oklahoma. How come we were now calling each other and
she was even referring to me as “swetiee?” In a voice as that
of a child pleading to be spared from strokes of cane, Cynthia
said to me, “J, what’s going on? I beg you to tell me what’s
going on please.” She drew near to me, held me by the hand
tenderly and begged me to tell her what was going on. I
could read from the tone of her voice and the countenance on
her face that she wouldn’t mind whatever it was, as long as
all it required was her forgiveness and the continuation of our
relationship. Yes, it indeed required her forgiveness, but not
our relationship anymore.
There and then, I broke the whole news to Cynthia with tears
in my eyes. Even Ogechi was also shedding tears. When
Cynthia heard that I and Ogechi were in a relationship, she
retreated from holding me. She stared at me in utter
amazement, then turned and looked at Ogechi from the
computer. She repeated that a couple of times, and then she
“Over five years now” I replied.
On hearing that, Cynthia lost stamina and fell on the floor.
She fainted. Hell no! Ogechi screamed from the other end
and wished she could jump in from the laptop to help out, but
that was impossible. Hurry! Let’s take her to the hospital, I
said to her maids. Ogechi wept profusely from the other end
and I quickly bade her goodbye and proceeded to take
Cynthia to a hospital. There was so much tension in the air.
Cynthia’s maids couldn’t help but weep as I drove us to the
hospital. At a point, the maid who carried Cynthia at the back
seat of the car started screaming; “She’s not breathing
anymore! Please drive faster, she’s stopped breathing.” I
nearly ran over another car when I heard her say that. I
quickly rebuked her, telling her not to make use of such
negative words. “But she’s not breathing anymore” the maid
kept saying.
We finally got to the hospital and were attended to
immediately. Cynthia was taken in to be checked on while I
and her maids waited at the reception. Those girls were
soaked in their own tears. I tried to calm them down,
assuring them that it was nothing serious. They shook their
heads and sat still. But I was very afraid, not because
Cynthia fainted, but because of what one of the maids said
about her not breathing again. She seemed to very sure of
what she was saying. And I didn’t have the time to confirm
that before Cynthia was taken inside because of the quick
response of the nurses who came to get her on noticing it
was a case of emergency. I was really bothered about what
that maid said and had to fight that thought off my mind.
Several minutes later, the doctor who attended to her came
out in search of those who brought her. The maids jumped
up immediately from their seats as soon as they saw the
doctor. I also went after them to meet the doctor.
“Are you the ones who brought in that young lady?” The
doctor asked, pointing to the direction Cynthia was taken to.
“Yes,” the maids replied anxiously.
“Are you her sisters or something? “The doctor asked again.
“No, we are her maids.”
“What about you Mister? Are you her fiancé?”
“I’m a friend” I replied. “Is everything alright doctor?” I
The doctor stared at me without saying a word for some
moments, so I asked him again;
“Doc, is everything alright?”
The doctor moved towards me again with an apparent sad
look on his face as he put his hand on my shoulder and said;
“Call upon all your strength, for what I’m about to say to you
will hit you hard.”

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