Nigeria's leading fictional story blog. Frankfurt, Germany, traditional wedding ceremony, phone, marriage rites, Anambra business man, Minna, Chief, Enugu.
Charles was a playboy who did not care about love…yet. At the end of camp, they were both posted to Minna. Sandra had thrown some money around to make that happen. Charles secured an apartment for them with the money that Sandra had given him. Meanwhile, Sandra and Cletus returned to Abuja and later to Anambra State to see Sandra’s parents in readiness for the marriage rites. She returned to Minna via Lagos from where Cletus flew back to Frankfurt, Germany. Cletus was constantly on the phone with Sandra. One evening Charles lay naked beside Sandra while she chatted with Cletus. “I am coming back in two weeks,” Cletus announced. “I can’t wait to see you honey,” she replied, infusing her voice with a heavy dose of excitement. It had been nearly a year since he left the country. He was returning for the traditional wedding ceremony.
“Was that your husband?” Charles asked when Sandra got off the phone. “Yes.” “He is coming back?” “Yes.” “I guess for the traditional wedding?” “Yes.” There was silence between them. Sandra held her phone in hand with her other hand on her face between her eyes and mouth. Her eyes revealed the depth of her thought. Charles turned and peered into her partially covered face. “I guess that will mark the end of our relationship?” He asked. She nodded. Tears trickled down her face and onto the bed. Charles took her in his arms. We knew that this day would come from the beginning,” he reminded her gently. “I know, but now…now I...I don’t want what we have to end!” “No you do my love. I can’t offer you what that guy offers you. I am not ready for marriage. You will be alright. Of course I am going to miss you so much.” “Me too. I want you so bad now, Charles.”
She melted into his arms. About two hours later, she was in the shower and Charles brought her phone to her. “It is Chief,” he said in a low tone as he handed her the phone. “Hello Chief, how are you today?” Sandra asked. “I am fine, but I could be better…I need your touch to feel better,” he answered. Chief was an Anambra businessman who did a lot of construction work in Minna. He dined with the bigwigs of society and played with female corps members like toys. Sandra was one of his henchwomen amongst corps members. She collected the lion’s share whenever they had their rendezvous with Chief and she had the responsibility of hand-picking the girls to take part in sessions with Chief. “Are we on today?” Chief asked. Of course. I have seven special girls to make you feel great…apart from myself,” Sandra answered. “I will pick you up in…?” Chief asked. “I will be ready in an hour.”
Just over an hour later, Chief arrived in a 2010 Jaguar XF. He exited the luxury car with his protruding belly first. His pot-belly dangled like an overinflated balloon filled with water. “Good morning Chief,” Charles greeted. “Good morning, how are you?” “I am fine thanks,” Charles answered. Sandra jumped out of the apartment. “Are you ready?” Chief asked. “Yes, I am.” Chief dipped his hand in his pocket and offered Charles eight thousand Naira. He gave Charles’ friend who was visiting four thousand Naira. “Have a lovely day!” they both echoed as Sandra hopped into the car. They made several stops to pick up more girls, who they took to Chief’s large hotel suite and then went out to pick up a few more to satisfy Chief depraved appetite.
Charles and his friend Ugonna headed for the barracks for a few bottles of beer at Mama Onyinye’s pepper soup. “Doesn’t it bother you that Sandra is sleeping with that pot-bellied money-miss-road?” Ugonna asked as they gulped down the hot-spicy pepper soup and cold Star Lager beer. “It is none of mine business. After all, she is married. Her traditional wedding ceremony is barely two months away. Once we pass out in two weeks, everyone will go their separate ways,” Charles answered with no emotion whatsoever. “So the whole thing between the two of you is just a fling…a one-year fling?” “I guess you can call it that.” “How would you feel if your wife did the same thing?” Ugonna asked. “I am not the Pope Ugonna. Stop pestering me with all these questions. It is what it is for now. I can only think about now.” “Interesting. I could not do that even if I wanted.” “Lucky you,” Charles replied with a hint of sarcasm.
The next morning, the girls returned. Sandra was dropped off at the apartment she shared with Charles by Chief, alongside Chinyere, Imaobong and Ifueko who lived nearby. The girls entered the apartment bullishly; each of them was twenty thousand Naira richer. Sandra had fifteen thousand more, although her friends did not know how much more she got. They counted wads of Naira with childish excitement. “I need my share from each of you for my weekend beer,” Charles demanded as the girls threw money around carelessly. Each of them gave him two thousand Naira, which he pocketed happily. A week later, Sandra was in Onitsha planning her traditional wedding ceremony. A few weeks later, the traditional wedding ceremony took place. It was a lavish one! Sandra’s friends came in their numbers. Charles was in the crowd as Sandra danced with Cletus. “The guy ugly oh! (The guy is ugly),” Ifueko pointed out referring to Sandra’s husband. “I didn’t want to be the first to say it,” Chinyere answered. “He is a bit on the old side too,” Njideka added. “But he is rich and he lives in Germany. That will do for me, so I understand with Chinyere. After all, e no old pass Chief you know,” Imaobong said.
“Don’t mind them. They talking but if you offer the same guy to them, they will all jump at him. Charles is a fine boy, but he is broke, so I would do the same as Sandra,” said Efe. “I agree with you Efe,” Imaobong added. By evening when people were leaving, Sandra made time to have a quick chat with Charles. “Honey, you are not returning to Port Harcourt tonight, are you?” She asked him. “Yes I am. I will be driving back with my cousin. “Please don’t return tonight. Cletus and I will be staying in Enugu for the night. Take this,” she handed him a wad of notes. “Rent a hotel room for you and your cousin. Spend a few days in Enugu. Text me the address of where you are staying. I will come over to see you, okay?” “Alright, I will see you in Enugu. Charles counted the money and it was twelve thousand Naira. He and his cousin proceeded to Enugu and checked into a small hotel in Emene Enugu. It was a secluded environment and cheap too. That way, he was able to save some of the money that Sandra had given him.
“I am travelling to Enugu as well; can I ride with you?” Njideka asked as Charles and his cousin were about to leave. “Sure, you can come with us,” Charles answered. She got in the car and they drove off. “Did you see Njideka join Charles’ car?” Imaobong asked Chinyere and Efe. “I did oh! I was wondering what was going on. I thought she was staying in Onitsha tonight. All of a sudden she was going to Enugu,” said Efe. “I am sure something is going to happen. Njideka could not even wait for Sandra to get out of the way properly,” Chinyere said. “It is a dog-eat-dog world,” Imaobong said.
When they reached Enugu, Charles asked Njideka if she wanted to stay with them. She was quick to say yes. Charles took a small room to himself while his cousin took one. Njideka spent the night with Charles. About midnight, Charles’ phone beeped. He received a text message. “It is Sandra, isn’t it?” She asked him. “It is her.” “She is with her husband now, why can’t she let you be?” “Well, it takes time to let go you know,” he replied diplomatically. By morning, Charles told Njideka that she had to leave. “Why?” “I have to speak to Sandra. She is coming over.” “But she is now officially married, you know?” “Yes, and you are one of her best friends, you know?” Njideka said nothing. “Can I see you tomorrow?” “Yes. We plan on staying in town for a day or two more. I am sorry about this. I think you and I will do well together. Let me end things with Sandra and she will move on, okay?” “Okay,” a reluctant Njideka agreed. STORY CONTINUES...
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