It happened. Yes it did.
As Ugochi lay on the bed that night, sleep did not come easily to her. She thought after being with Chimaobi that she will feel better. Rather, she felt guilty and troubled. She was not only thinking about the forced marriage she was about to enter. She had to think of the consequences of sleeping with Chimaobi. Am I pregnant? Have I contracted an STD? She asked herself. She finally concluded that sleeping with Chimaobi was not to the detriment of her parents, who were fast asleep while she was awake.
She tossed and turned in bed recounting the events of the evening. As she thought of the passion that ensued between herself and Chimaobi that evening, she felt like going back for more. He was gentle on her. He touched her in ways she had never imagined. He spoke kind, loving words to her. Each thought of what happened sent sweet sensations all through her body.
“How do I tell him I am getting married to someone else?” she asked herself in frustration as tears filled her eyes. “What kind of confusion have I brought upon myself? Can I still go ahead with this marriage after sharing this part of myself with Chimaobi? Could there be anything sweeter than making love to Chimaobi? God, I want to be with this man for the rest of my life. Can I be with any man other than him?”
All she could hear were the stillness of the night, a clock ticking in the room, and the gentle snores of Ogechi.
I have to tell Chimaobi about this marriage thing, she resolved. Hopefully we could find a way of eloping.
As Ugochi lay on the bed that night, sleep did not come easily to her. She thought after being with Chimaobi that she will feel better. Rather, she felt guilty and troubled. She was not only thinking about the forced marriage she was about to enter. She had to think of the consequences of sleeping with Chimaobi. Am I pregnant? Have I contracted an STD? She asked herself. She finally concluded that sleeping with Chimaobi was not to the detriment of her parents, who were fast asleep while she was awake.
She tossed and turned in bed recounting the events of the evening. As she thought of the passion that ensued between herself and Chimaobi that evening, she felt like going back for more. He was gentle on her. He touched her in ways she had never imagined. He spoke kind, loving words to her. Each thought of what happened sent sweet sensations all through her body.
“How do I tell him I am getting married to someone else?” she asked herself in frustration as tears filled her eyes. “What kind of confusion have I brought upon myself? Can I still go ahead with this marriage after sharing this part of myself with Chimaobi? Could there be anything sweeter than making love to Chimaobi? God, I want to be with this man for the rest of my life. Can I be with any man other than him?”
All she could hear were the stillness of the night, a clock ticking in the room, and the gentle snores of Ogechi.
I have to tell Chimaobi about this marriage thing, she resolved. Hopefully we could find a way of eloping.
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Ugochi spent the early hours of the day with Adaeze and Uchechi, talking about the wedding preparations. She participated half-heartedly. She was waiting for afternoon to see Chimaobi. She just wanted to be in his presence.
She was with her elder sisters when Ogechi came in and announced that Chimaobi was looking for her. Her heart began to beat excitedly. Was he missing her the way she was missing him? Did he want another moment of being with her the way she was looking forward to it?
She ran down the stairs to meet him in the living room. He was backing her going through a bookshelf. He had his arms at akimbo. She walked up to him quietly and tickled him. He responded by turning sharply.
His face was hard. He did not return the brilliant smile on her face.
“Chimaobi…”she whispered, searching his eyes for the cause of his cold countenance.
“Please sit down,” he replied curtly.
“Is anything the matter my love?” she asked. She could not believe this was the same man she had shared a passionate moment with less than 24 hours ago. She sat down as he took a seat.
“Ugochi, I loved you and trusted you. Why did you betray me? Why did you use me?” He still remained calm as his spoke, but his words were like daggers on her flesh.
“What are you talking about Chimaobi?” she stuttered.
“Ugochi, you are getting married next month. Ogechi told us. Why didn’t you mention it to me? Have I ever hidden anything from you? Instead you felt it was right to use me to know what the experience of being with a man would be like! What did I do to you to deserve this?”
“I can explain, Chimaobi,” she said softly. Tears had filled her eyes. She sniffed.
“Please spare me your crocodile tears! Explain what?” Now he sounded angry and did his best to keep his voice from rising. He stood up.
“Chimaobi, this is not the best place and time to talk. Can I see you later today?” She held his hand but he pulled it away quickly.
“Ugochi, as I leave this place today, I don’t want to ever see you and talk to you again. I never knew you of all people will treat me like this! Have a wonderful married life!”
She felt the pains in her heart, this time like the daggers were ripping her heart apart.
“Chimaobi, please…”she started in tears.
As he was about to walk out on her, her father came into the living room.
“What’s going on here?” her father inquired harshly.
Noone answered.
“I am on my way Sir,” Chimaobi said to avoid the stare from her father.
“Young man, I hope you know this is a married woman you are talking to!” her father warned him. “Leave my daughter alone. If you are coming here to deceive her, please stop coming here!”
“Daddy?” Ugochi muttered.
Chimaobi gave her one last look then walked out of the house. She stormed off to her room and went straight to the window to watch him walk back to his house.
As she looked out of her window and watched him go, she could feel the pains of her shattered heart, getting deeper with each fast-paced stride he took away from her. Is that how it ends? She asked herself. This beautiful relationship we had?
When she could no longer see him, she closed her eyes. Then she started crying uncontrollably.
Ugochi spent the early hours of the day with Adaeze and Uchechi, talking about the wedding preparations. She participated half-heartedly. She was waiting for afternoon to see Chimaobi. She just wanted to be in his presence.
She was with her elder sisters when Ogechi came in and announced that Chimaobi was looking for her. Her heart began to beat excitedly. Was he missing her the way she was missing him? Did he want another moment of being with her the way she was looking forward to it?
She ran down the stairs to meet him in the living room. He was backing her going through a bookshelf. He had his arms at akimbo. She walked up to him quietly and tickled him. He responded by turning sharply.
His face was hard. He did not return the brilliant smile on her face.
“Chimaobi…”she whispered, searching his eyes for the cause of his cold countenance.
“Please sit down,” he replied curtly.
“Is anything the matter my love?” she asked. She could not believe this was the same man she had shared a passionate moment with less than 24 hours ago. She sat down as he took a seat.
“Ugochi, I loved you and trusted you. Why did you betray me? Why did you use me?” He still remained calm as his spoke, but his words were like daggers on her flesh.
“What are you talking about Chimaobi?” she stuttered.
“Ugochi, you are getting married next month. Ogechi told us. Why didn’t you mention it to me? Have I ever hidden anything from you? Instead you felt it was right to use me to know what the experience of being with a man would be like! What did I do to you to deserve this?”
“I can explain, Chimaobi,” she said softly. Tears had filled her eyes. She sniffed.
“Please spare me your crocodile tears! Explain what?” Now he sounded angry and did his best to keep his voice from rising. He stood up.
“Chimaobi, this is not the best place and time to talk. Can I see you later today?” She held his hand but he pulled it away quickly.
“Ugochi, as I leave this place today, I don’t want to ever see you and talk to you again. I never knew you of all people will treat me like this! Have a wonderful married life!”
She felt the pains in her heart, this time like the daggers were ripping her heart apart.
“Chimaobi, please…”she started in tears.
As he was about to walk out on her, her father came into the living room.
“What’s going on here?” her father inquired harshly.
Noone answered.
“I am on my way Sir,” Chimaobi said to avoid the stare from her father.
“Young man, I hope you know this is a married woman you are talking to!” her father warned him. “Leave my daughter alone. If you are coming here to deceive her, please stop coming here!”
“Daddy?” Ugochi muttered.
Chimaobi gave her one last look then walked out of the house. She stormed off to her room and went straight to the window to watch him walk back to his house.
As she looked out of her window and watched him go, she could feel the pains of her shattered heart, getting deeper with each fast-paced stride he took away from her. Is that how it ends? She asked herself. This beautiful relationship we had?
When she could no longer see him, she closed her eyes. Then she started crying uncontrollably.
5 comments:
Rita, this is not fair...this is really not fair. I'm sort of embarrassing myself here in the office crying for this girl. The pain she's suffering is enough and she does not deserve it. Its enough that she has to deal with marrying someone she does not love but for the only man she loves to now hate her for what she did not do intentionally.....
Life can't be that unfair. It hurts to see this happening to a girl that has been so good and lived life so rightly....
can i help her explain to Chimaobi please? He should hear her out now.
Amaka, sorry oh!
Things will sort themselves out...I wish you could find Chimaobi...
I can understand Chimaobi's pain but lovers should try to hear each other out at times.
Nice work Rita.
Thanks Princesa...it seems Chimaobi feels he is right and wants to hear "himself" only..wish he could just listen...
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