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WITH STYLE, he sweeps me off my feet. He leads me on.
And foolishly, blindly, wholeheartedly I follow him. I don’t
know why but I am just following. I remember the singer’s
words although I am not a graduate, he loves me still and I
love him more. My parents have no idea of my frequent
meet-ups with him at hidden areas. If they find out, they will
stop giving Chief Uba high hopes of marrying me. They will
beat me up for sure. They love me that much to protect my
future but my feelings for one man covers it all. I think about
him day and night. I sink inside love and yet I still follow. I
can’t stop myself. Even now , I’m with him under a mango
tree which is behind our village catholic church.
The evening is getting dark, his eyes much darker with
CHEKWUBEM promised to marry me. We dreamt of raising
children , happy without care of what people will say. * We
are fine together* At least , he said so and I believe him. He
has told me of his love and said I am his medicine to cure
heart ache. I don’t mind being compared to anything , so far
as it is special to him.
‘Uju m. I want to be with you here, under this tree, until day
I vibrated at his words. My head got bigger with importance.
Then I smiled.
OBVIOUSLY I want that too but Mama will get angry if I stay
more than one hour. I am to buy ugu leaf from Mama Nkechi
and go back through the tiny path to our humble home.
‘ I know you do’ I touch my soft cheek. I play with my blouse
top. My eyes catches his own.
He is staring at me with joy.
‘I would like that too. But I can’t, you know how hard it is for
me to come here.’
‘Whenever chief Uba visits us, ‘ I said’ I pretend to like him .
And my mama does not know I’m acting drama’
Chekwubem frowned. He touched my shoulder.
I wondered what he thought about my reply.
‘ I love you Ujunwa . How long will you pretend_ How long
do we have to hide? He was serious then he continued ‘ let
me come and see your parents_ let me take care of you .
We will grow old together.’
I SMILE for the fourth time in a row. My mind is blank and
all I know is that this handsome man with a very good body,
loves no other girl than me. I will love to marry him too. I
will like to be his ‘Mrs’. I can’t wait anymore.
He travels to the city once in a while- we are childhood
friends- and each time he comes back from his uncle’s place
I am the first thing on his mind. He comes back to me, for
THIS NIGHT ended like others before it. I gave him a peck.
He wanted more than that. I pushed him off ‘ I’m not yours,
yet. I need to be sure’
He swore that no jupiter will separate our union. Only God
can do so.
My heart melted and I embraced him. Then after, we path
ways and promised to see again.
MAMA ALWAYS believes me when I tell her little lies. She
did. Today she does not. She is screaming my head off with
curse, beating me for time wasting. She drag the ugu from
I feel that she does not love me at all . Even now, I believe
its the reason why she wants me to marry a man as old as
my papa. She does not want me to finish school. I do not
care though. As long as my Chekwubem is a University
person, I prefer him to a big belly chief with three wives in
his house. I wish papa will help my case but Mama seems to
control his decisions. Sometimes I wonder if she has wash
special ogiri and put in his soup.
MAMA DREW my ear, turned it’ Next time you behave like
this, I will have your legs for pepper soup. I know you have
started followin g these village boys. Soon you will–‘
She spoke Ibo. Her parents did not send her to school, so
she does not know English. She once told me I am either
seventeen or eighteen years old. She is not even sure. I
wonder if she is even my Mama.
‘ Mama I–I’
‘ Keep quiet. Oya enter kitchen. Before I forget my hand on
THIS NIGHT, papa enjoys the food. He will tell me stories
after his meal and every time, I enjoy them too. I try to
complain about how mama treats me but I am afraid. I
smile instead and fall asleep where I am , on the parlour’s
A slap wakes me up at 11pm. Mama is really a wicked
person, if she is not my mama I want to call her ‘a witch’
‘ Oya enter room osiso( quickly). Old baby’
The next day, CHEKWUBEM took time to arrive. When he
eventually came. His face was not bright.
‘ My father’s ailment is getting worse. My mom and siblings
are not helping issues.’ He complained.
I told him of my experience with Mama. He decided that
only two of us could make ourselves happy.
I asked him what he meant. He did not reply with words.
Kissed me for the first time. I tried to resist but I loved it. I
Nobody was coming. I smiled and returned the kiss.
HE COMES again. Grabs my backside and tells me sweet
words. My bones stand up and some points in my body burn
with fire. This feeling is strange but I want something. I can’t
explain what it is. I just want it.
‘ Chekku do you love me? I asked under my breath.
I was on the floor, on my back, my wrapper , under me.
He was pressing my tips.
‘ With every blood in my body’
I asked him if he will marry me. He said ‘ why?? Yesssss!!!’. I
asked what happens if I get pregnant. I remember my mama
‘ You are a virgin. Are you not?
I gave a nod.
He continued’ Virgins don’t get pregnant. I’m a virgin too.’
‘ How do you know? My mama said–‘
‘ Forget what your mama said. It can’t happen. I read it in a
I smiled at my university person and believed him. My mama
did not break chalk , where she see book to open sef? She
does not know anything.
I AM enjoying this. He is breathing gradually and he has not
put his thing inside me yet. But my body is so wet and I
can’t wait anymore. He put it in suddenly. I feel pain and I
don’t know if I want him to continue or stop. I see blood
rolling down to my wrapper. Still, I don’t want this to end. Its
sweet and painful. I want more.
WEEKS after our little secret occurred, I became shy of him.
Chekku did not leave me. He loved me even more. I was so
happy and I promised myself that since I’m not a virgin, I will
wait until we marry before another one. I will not get
pregnant if I do not do it again.
His father died in the following week and he became cold to
I was going to tell him that I felt strange and that my mama
suspected me, when he told me his plans for tomorrow.
That morning I was another person inside my cloth. My head
and body pained me. I vomited two times. Anything I ate
was bitter. I told my Papa that it was malaria and that I will
be fine. My mama did not agree and told me that she will
not allow me bring shame to the family.
She shouted ‘ Over my dead body’
I feared for my life because she will kill me to keep her
promise. Mama is like Nepa.
I AM not understanding her. I avoid her beating while Papa
supported me like he has always done.
In the afternoon, I visit Chekwubem’s house. I ask him why
he did not come to our mango tree. That is when he tells me
that he is going to the city.
‘ A week after my father’s burial. I will join my uncle. My
family is forcing me to go. I will miss you Ujunwa. So much
I want to tell him about my problem but I don’t want to add
pepper to open wound. I keep quiet instead and allow his
love to lead me. Move me like a wrapper in the wind.
His love leads me on” that is what the singer _ jamie Grace
said and I like it. ‘ Just lead me on, I’ll follow’ .
The words play in my head. I smile even when he asks me
why I look so white.
‘ I’m fine. if you are happy , I’m happy. Just that if you leave,
chief Uba will finally marry me’
‘ Uju m. I tell you again. Only God can take me away from
‘ And by yourself, you are leaving me’
He laughed then said’ you and this your igbotic tongue.’
‘ Wait for me .’ He touched my cheek’ let my name remind
you of my promise. Will you- Will you wait for me?
I SMILE. This time it is not from my heart but my face. I
don’t know what to answer.
MY JOY turned to sorrow when he left. His eyes and face
were not the only thing he left me to worry about not seeing,
infact, what I am seeing is making me sad. My stomach has
grown big. My monthly visitor- Mama said so , not me- did
not come again.
I realised I was a fool. Mama said I am and I believe her.
She cried and I pity for her instead of myself. I was
consoling her when my Papa threw me out of the house.
Days turn to weeks. He showed strength every time he
chased me with cutlass as he wanted to remove my head. I
would sneak back to the house when he went out, while
Mama always gave me food.
The food increased my belly size. After weeks I knew I was
pregnant- I was sure. My Papa hated me and my Mama
started to love me. It was like Ororo ( hide n seek). So my
mama loved me more?
Chief Ubaka laughed my family and told Mama to return all
the gifts he gave us; the goats , the yam , wrapper and even
the body pomade that I have finish since 1990 and throw
away the kom-kom. Everything. Kai human is wicked.
So Chekku lied to me. No he cant. He loves me so much.
My papa finally brought me home in shame. I had taken him
to Che-Che’s place. Chekku’s mother and brothers drove us
away. One of them even jack my papa up
‘ Don’t put me inside faeces o!! Drop me down now. You
hear me, don’t put me inside— dont— dont’ my papa
shouted in Ibo.
You know the story.
And the next thing that followed , I saw him on the floor. He
landed like ripe pawpaw. His fair skin turned red.
My papa wanted to leave me there with anger, but Mama
begged him to take me home. She said they will kill me with
in the night , if I stay , with otapia ( rat poison)
Years past by and no sign of my lover. Maybe he has forget
‘ I will wait for you. I will wait Chekku. Please come back ‘
To Be Continued