Ogechi and I EPISODE: 36
My heart skipped. My knees shook. I felt goose pimples on
me, and I had the feeling Judas had after he betrayed Jesus.
I was destabilized, and almost fainted too. So what the maid
said was true after all” I thought. Then I broke down in tears
like a baby in the hospital. I cried out loud that the people’s
attention was on me. I rolled on the floor and tore my shirt.
Words of lament freely flowed from my mouth. Feelings or
misery and regret almost crushed me. SHE DIDN’T DESERVE
TO DIE! No, she didn’t. I wept till it became a thing of
concern to the doctors and nurses, and they gathered to hold
me up and put me to order.
“Don’t lose hope young man. She still has a chance” the
doctor said.
“Doc, this is not two thousand years ago, and she definitely
isn’t the Messiah. So stop insinuating the impossible, except
you have one of the Apostles of Christ here to lay hands on
her and bring her back to life. Besides that, let’s talk
Cemetery.” I retorted and continued with my tears and
laments. But then, the doctor said;
“Cemetery? Why would I talk about cemetery? She’s not
“She’s not what?” I asked.
“She’s not dead”
“Then what’s all these act of yours about?”
“She’s in a coma”
That truth brought quite some relief to me and the maids
who I had freaked out by my over exaggerated emotional
display. I thought the doctor was going to tell me Cynthia
was dead because of the action that preceded the news. I had
noticed that doctors act that way in Nigerian home videos
when about to break the news of someone’s death, so I
concluded that was the case here. It was a good thing
Cynthia was still alive, or should I say 50% alive. Oh’, look
what I caused a girl who showed me nothing but kindness.
What if she doesn’t make it back alive? What excuse would I
vindicate myself with? How would I live with my conscience?
There was no way I would keep living if Cynthia didn’t come
out of that coma alive.
I called Ogechi and told her the situation of things with
Cynthia. She was so shocked on hearing it that her phone fell
off her hand. She managed to pick it up after about three
minutes to inform me that she was coming to Regina to join
me. I was so glad because I really needed someone with me
at that moment. I didn’t consider Cynthia’s maids worthy
characters to play such a role, because their reason for not
wanting to lose Cynthia was fear of returning to a village in
Imo state where they were brought from to serve as maids in
America. By evening the next day, Ogechi arrived with no one
else but herself alone.
I have heard of people who had been in coma for three years
and some others who never returned, but I was not leaving
that hospital until Cynthia either returned or passed away. I
sent the maids home while I and Ogechi remained at the
hospital with Cynthia. Three days passed and Cynthia was
still not awake. Ogechi hadn’t told anyone where she was
going when she left Oklahoma. It was as though she was
embarking on a journey she wasn’t sure to return. We refused
to leave Cynthia alone in the room she was confined to as the
doctors advised. We remained there with her, and after those
three days, Ogechi suggested we pray and intercede for
Cynthia’s life. We vowed not to eat anything food until
Cynthia awakes from that coma. I agreed. I had always
agreed with Ogechi anytime she suggested anything about
prayer, and she always suggested it. She hadn’t changed
after all. It had been two years now, and she was still doing
the things she did on the very night I met her. Once an angel,
always an angel.
We had our last meal that day and began fasting and praying
the next day. The first day passed, same as the second, third,
fourth and fifth day, yet, there was no sign of Cynthia
returning to us. I and Ogechi were weak already and very
hungry, but we had vowed not to eat until Cynthia awoke. We
had hoped that our prayers will be answered before we
became too weak to even speak words anymore, but after
five days it began to dawn on us that we could as well be on
our way to a destination far worse than where Cynthia was at
the moment. It was a vow, and dared not be broken for any
reason in the world. After all, we were not coaxed to enter
into it. We did it willingly with knowledge of the possible
outcome; be it positive or negative.
In the morning on the seventh day, we were completely weak
and felt like our spirit would leave our bodies anytime soon. I
and Ogechi drew near to each other and held onto each other
in preparation to die in the arms of each other if it came to
that. The guilt was too much on us that we couldn’t go about
our own businesses normally with a clear conscience. If
anyone was to blame for Cynthia’s condition, it would be me.
But Ogechi had also taken the blame upon herself as part of
the reason why Cynthia was where she was. We had prayed
earnestly those past six days for Cynthia’s recovery but
didn’t notice any development. Perhaps we had to pay with
our lives for what we had done to Cynthia. We only hoped
Cynthia wakes up to appreciate our sacrifice for her, and also
know that there is a love that surpasses the love of a woman
for a man, and vice versa.
I and Ogechi engaged in what we supposed would be our last
conversation in case we never had the chance to do so again
in this world. Indeed, I had heard her story when she shared
it at the VIP during her house party, and I had also told her
my story when she found me in the same VIP on the same
night. But there were deeper details of our lives which we
hadn’t shared with each other yet. Those were what we
talked about. And even though those details hurt like the
scratch of a cat’s claws, we felt no pain, for that was no time
to count flaws. Then we went further back to our days in
Enugu which this story has skipped and chooses to remain
silent about, and we prayed again; but this time for
After we prayed, we felt as pure as we were on the day of our
birth and were convinced of a better future away from the
earth. I hadn’t fulfilled my dreams of being a star singer,
writer and actor. But that didn’t mean a thing to me anymore.
Ogechi didn’t bother about the volume of wealth she was
leaving behind. All we were concerned about was us, as we
could not live without each other in this world; neither could
we live together in this world at the expense of Cynthia’s life.
But we didn’t mind giving our lives for Cynthia to wake up
and also have the opportunity to love and be loved, as was
the case of I and Ogechi. So we sat on the floor, leaned back
on the wall and held onto each other firmly.
“What do you think heaven will look like?” Ogechi asked.
“The bible talks about the streets being made of gold, and
about the glory of God being the only source of light. Every
day and night, the saints and the angels won’t stop singing
Hallelujah to the Lord. And they’ll be twelve angels at the
twelve gates of the twelve tribes of Israel.”
“Yeah, that’s true. We’ll also get to see and commune with
famous bible characters like the great King David and his
son, King Solomon. And also New Testament heroes like the
Apostle Paul.”
“Exactly. And not to forget the King of kings and the Lord of
lords Himself. He shall welcome us to a life without end. It
was such a great time living in this world. And the best of
my experiences in this world remains the once I have you in
I turned to my Ogechi for the last time and said; I LOVE YOU,
to which she replied; I LOVE YOU TOO. Then we both closed
our eyes in anticipation for what was to come. Soon enough,
I heard Ogechi release a deep breath, as her all her weight
rested on me. That made me weaker than I was, and I
gradually heard the sound of loud silence approaching until
everything came to a standstill.
I had expected to see angels come for me, or bright light
shining on me. But all I could see was black darkness in a
place that seemed as spacious as a wilderness. There was
nothing to hold on to. I could only take an endless walk to
nowhere. Then I asked myself; WHERE THE HELL AM I?”

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