Part two ****enjoy the creativity***
And remember , its written at the character’s ability.
AFTER FOUR years , he came back to me, with another
woman, an oyinbo pepper. Her name is Nikita, but my Mama
renamed her nkita ( dog) . His friend Kelechi, who stayed in
the city had told me that Chekwubem travelled to abroad
after two years.
I had tried to call him in the past. His mother did not give
his new number. Even if she had agreed , where I see phone
to use call him. Will my my mama buy for me?
‘ Okay na. Tomorrow. Early morning by 6am. ‘ I hiss and and
stood up from the doorstep.’ No be only phone. Laptop join’
I BEGIN to feel used, hopeless and sorrowful. My mama
does not want me to fight for my right. She is laughing at me
and after looking at my face, she begins with a sigh.
‘ Hmmm.. Chai! ‘ She is trying to laugh again but instead she
shake her head ‘ which right are you fighting for? Are you his
legal wife? If he wants you , he will come for you and his
I pray to God ‘ Father, please give Chekku back to me. Don’t
take him away’
For where? Chekwubem does not remember I exist. ‘Jupiter’
has snatch him from me. If he sees me on the road , he
passes by. He tells his ‘ new ‘ wife that I am one mad woman
in the village- that they recently cure me.
I try to endure this insult , yet I can’t.
ONE DAY I approached him and said that my child belongs
to him, our child. He almost slapped me and threw me on
sand-sand ground. I saw something in his eyes. I knew he
was still inside there somewhere, atleast, until he shouted at
‘ Take your bast.ard child and get out of here. . .’ He reduced
his voice’ Uju why ? I told you to wait for me. Why did you
I WANT to reply him when his mother and brothers shout at
me. They disgrace me and I left with tears in my eyes.
The next day, I think about this and decide to leave the
village , travel to the city. Whatever I see there I will collect
it like that. Maybe I will find opportunity and travel abroad,
then marry my own oyinbo /jupiter
I WORKED hard to sell palm kernel. I saved money, left my
little Chekwubem with my mama and travelled. All I hoped
for is that my son does not follow our footsteps.
I was a love medicine. Only one in the morning and my Che-
Che did not come for evening own . He left after leading me
TWO YEARS later. I am still trying to make my life
meaningful. Here I am on the streets of Lagos, doing any
work I see: from call girl to house girl, errand girl , show girl,
pure water girl, (anything you can think of, as long as killing
is not involved, add girl to it) . I start to regret why my mama
and papa did not send me to school. Its not my fault though.
LUCK shined on me. I met Kelechi’s cousin, Nkechi , her
mother sells ugu(pumpkin leaf) in our village. She treated
me with love and introduced me to hair dressing business.
Big girls type, not 250 per hair.
I saved money and and bought a phone for my Mama. I sent
it to them through Nkechi.
Mama could not operate the handset. Whenever I called,
She would always shout my ear off.
‘Hello’ Eenn! You say? Hello??!! Ujunwa?!, Hallo, Ello!! Can
you hear me?
‘ Mama I can. Take it easy’
We are speaking our dialect
I said ‘ stop shouting. I can hear you’
‘ Ehen! I thought maybe the distance from here to the city is
far. So if I shout you will hear me well. You know_ I’m not
use to this kind of thing… Oyinbo is wise o…hmmm’
‘ Its obvious’ I mocked her .
I ASK her about my little Che-Che . I ask her if she saw the
money I sent for his school fees, together with the phone.
She answers ‘Yes’
She tells me that everybody is fine and my papa has forgiven
me after many years. His kinsmen no longer make
carricature of him.
‘ Thank God’
‘ Ehen! Uju, have you heard?
‘Heard what Mama- who died?
‘ Tufiakwa!! Nobody died in our family o’
I sigh out a relief ‘ So what happen?
My mama clears her throat’ Do you know that Chekwubem’s
oyinbo wife, nkita has left him. Hiann!! Wonders will never
‘ You say?…hey! Tell me something! I become interested.
I HEARD my mama shout at little Chekku. ‘ Che-Che. Oya
drop that stick osiso. You want to kill my fowl. Spoilt child.
Let me catch you. See how he keep head like his father’
‘ M.a.m.a easy on him na. He is still six years old. He will
‘That’s how your papa spoilt you. Naughty children.
I cut in ‘ Mama , so what happened to Chekwubem and
‘ My daughter. Story story o! Where will I start? Hey!!.
He came here and begged your papa , saying its not his fault.
That when he travelled , his mother told him how you
followed one of these useless boys and soon you got
pregnant. Now he has realised that the child is his spitting
image. Oyinbo wife has left him, he came back to the
village. He is rich o. But he is lonely and heart broken. Now
he says he wants to marry you. He can’t do without you. Can
I asked my mama what papa said to him.
‘ What do you expect him to do? He chased him away.
Thank God , he did not cutlass his head off’
I laughed even harder when mama told me about chief
Ubaka’s fourth wife. That she has made life a living hell for
‘ Hmm… Serves him right. Wicked man’
My mama asked if I would give Chekku a second chance.
I DONT know what I want. Should I continue my lifestyle and
hope that one day, I will find the man for me? My emotions
are controlling me- I still love Chekwubem- what will happen
if I accept him?
‘ Mama I have to go. I don’t have airtime. Greet papa for me
okay. I have a customer. We will talk later’
I walk to the shop’s door. A car has stopped on the road
accross the gutter. The woman walked to our shop . She
always does her Brazilian hair here.
‘ Welcome ma’ I said. ‘ Come inside.’
She smiled and followed me.
WEEKS later I travelled back home. My mama was happy to
see me, but my papa was disappointed that I did not come
back with oyinbo husband.
In the evening. Chekwube came to our house. He must have
heard of my arrival. He came down from his car. He has
grown quite rich in six years.
He knelt down and crawled with his knees till he reached our
My papa wanted to kill somebody but mama begged him to
allow Chekku speak.
HE Grabs my hand and stare into my eyes.
He is squeezing my arm ‘ I am so so sorry. Uju m. I was a
fool. My mom and brothers made me look stupid. Come
back to me . Please. We can start over again. Biko’
Any choice I make will determine my future. Things are not
the same and won’t remain the same. My head start to grow
very big this time, with joy and importance.
Mama ask him’ what about your wife nkata abi nkita ? As if
she did not know already.
‘ She was never meant for me’
I am laughing so hard.
Then I want to cry, but the laugh is taking control.
‘ God will purnish you. ‘ I managed to say’ You played on my
innocence and treated me like a rag’
I am feeling powerful.
‘He has already…I’m sorry.’ Chekwubem replied and held my
arm tightly’ Please Don’t Laugh at Me, I will do anything to
make you Love Me again’
I shake my head and look at my papa. He is smiling now.
Mama is the happiest person alive. My son’s happiness is
now in my hand.
Chekku came back for me, to me. He still wants my heart
medicine. Or did my mama wash special ogiri and blow it
spiritually to him? I will never know.