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
screamed;
“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 me.
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 asked;
“FOR HOW LONG?”
“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 asked.
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.”
To be continued.
