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Shocking u-turn

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Shocking u-turn

Dubem’s dad in the person of Mr. Ike Ubochi – a Knight of Saint Christopher in the Anglican Communion – had vowed that his only begotten son would never tie the connubial knot with his supposed missing rib, Ebere for a reason best known to him. Intriguingly, he had earlier welcomed the 25-year-old maiden only to abruptly change not unlike a chameleon in the middle of the day. Aside the affected 28-year-old lad coupled with his two female siblings who were older than him but still single, their lovable mum Mrs. Nneka Ubochi was equally marvelled over the unannounced metamorphosis of her husband’s attitude towards the poor spinster. Ebere who hailed from a neighbouring state to Dubem’s, was a marriageable lady and conspicuous beauty to behold.

The suitor, on his part, had never found her wanting in any way. Just a few unserious misunderstandings that intermittently ensued among them remained the only bad side that had ab initio been experienced by the seeming God-sent relationship. It suffices to assert that she was exactly what he had dreamt to have as a lifetime partner.

Three years back when they met on campus, Dubem was rounding off his degree programme, Engineering precisely whilst Ebere who was a student of Psychology was in her second year. It all began like a joke on one fateful day when the chocolate- skinned, 1.63-metre tall and slim girl entered a commercial cab that would as usual convey her to her place of residence at the university’s motor park. It was about 5.00pm. The dude equally boarded the same transit. They resided at the same arena off campus but were yet to know each other. “I have something that belongs to you.”

Dubem told Ebere who was seated very close to him. By this time, the driver had zoomed off having gotten full load of passengers comprised only students of the institution. She wore a blue skirt, grey top, brown sandals and plaited hairs, and sat by the window side because she hopped into the vehicle before the chap.

On his part, Dubem who was about 1.71-metre tall, light-skinned and plump, put on blue jeans, black T-shirt spotted with red flowers, a bluish face-cap and black shoes. She abruptly looked at him in silent awe. “What did you say?” she managed to verify. “I said, I have what belongs to your majesty.” She smiled over his sense of humour.

“What could that be?’ He quickly dished his right hand into his right trousers’ pocket and brought out a pen. “I think this belongs to you.” He said, stretching out his arm towards her. That was Ebere’s property. It fell on the ground when she was struggling to enter into the cab. She never knew she had lost such material, which was kept in her skirt’s pocket. He thus decided to surprise her, or perhaps to take advantage of the situation. “Waoow..” Ebere exclaimed cheerily in a low tone. “How did you get it?” She enquired as she gladly received the pen. “Well,” Dubem uttered. “I don’t think that is necessary.” he replied, paused.

“The most important thing is that you have gotten your lost pen back.” “If you say so, I surrender.’ “I am happy you surrendered.’ “Well, I didn’t have a choice.” He disclosed his 32 teeth as he became more attracted to her person. Therein, they introduced themselves as tradition demanded, beginning from him. Consequently, they got to know each other better while in the transit. Dubem was the first to drop from the vehicle but before he did, he was able to exchange his contact with hers. Afterwards, the friendship metamorphosed into a stronger entity.

Before they could realize it, they were already dating. He thought it wise to engage her immediately after his NYSC programme when he was almost 27; at that time, she was 24 and in final year.Prior to their engagement, she was highly welcomed by his parents, Sir and Lady Ike Ubochi.

In fact, she was adored by the couple; every step she made was acceptable by them. On the other hand, Dubem was as well cherished by her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Elu Okoro. She was the first child of her parents; needless to assert that they wanted the best for her and they believed the said dude was second to none, thus deserved the honour. That was how both homes rolled not until lately when Mr. Ubochi suddenly made a U-turn for a reason yet to be disclosed.No one could fathom what necessitated the repugnance. By this time, the victim in question Miss Ebere Okoro – who was 25 – was undergoing her National Youth Service programme in the Northern part of the country.

And it seemed as if the distance created at the moment was the reason behind the unforeseen U-turn. But if it was connected with the distance, her fiancé would have been more affected by the situation rather than his 61-year-old father. Ebere alongside her parents was not unaware of the latest development; hence, had become really disturbed since its emergence. Among all, her lovely dad Mr. Okoro who was equally wellto- do was more troubled over the unbearable circumstance; to him, that was a big slap to his personality coupled with the family’s name. “My daughter,” Mr. Okoro tenderly called as he was seated with Ebere in their sitting room in the company of his wife.

“Yes dad.” answered Ebere. “Are you sure you never did anything bad to Dubem?” Ebere became thoughtful. “Nothing of such I can remember.” she hesitantly replied. “We have been in good terms since we started.” “Are you sure about this.’ He verified. “Dad, I don’t think Dubem is the problem.” she clarified. “His father is the issue here…” Her mum nodded in comprehension. “But what could be the problem?” she interrupted.

“I don’t just know.” Ebere responded, gesticulating. Mr. Okoro shook his head. “But,” he said. “Have you tried to find out from Dubem?” “Of course, dad.’ quoth Ebere in alacrity. “But it seems Dubem is also confused about the whole thing.” “Then I suggest we pay him a visit.” Mrs. Okoro thought aloud.

“Mum, I think you are right.” Ebere concurred. “No,” Mr. Okoro disagreed. “I can’t beg him to marry my daughter.” he said, paused. “Going to his house would appear as if we are begging him.” Mrs. Okoro and her daughter looked at each other in silent awe as they sat in their separate cushions, though they apparently understood the man’s remark.

 

To be continued, please

 

• Nwaozor – novelist, playwright and poet, is Chief Executive Director, Centre for Counselling, Research & Career Development – Owerri

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