GOD SENT - Episode 1

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - guy, medical doctor, a budget for our wedding, budget, Corps members, who was to habour me, the lady, fiancé, my father.

I was standing in front of a stall buying condiments for stew. I knew someone was standing next to me, looking my way. I turned to know who it was. Wow! I thought. A Handsome dude; a real head-turner. However, he didn’t seem well off to me. He didn’t cut the figure of a rich guy. I turned my attention back to the petty trader I was buying things from. The guy had looked at me cursorily and continued with what he was buying. Moments later, I felt someone tap me on the back. It was the guy. I had quickly forgotten he was still around. “Hello I am Ejike, a youth corps member. I saw you last week in the camp when the L.I. (Local Inspector) introduced you to fellow corps members. Can I have a word with you?” he asked. I made a face, showing him I would rather he walked away than say anything. In fact, I said in my mind, “Bog off!” “I am Chidinma. I saw you that day. You redeployed also, right?” I asked. “Yes, I did,” he replied. I could not wait to send him on his way so I asked rudely, “What is it you want to say?” Really I was expecting him to drop one of the usual lines guys use so I could insult him. He didn’t; rather he said something I wasn’t expecting. “I know you are a medical doctor. DBS (Delta Broadcasting Service) Asaba, is looking for medical doctors, preferably NYSC (National Youth Service Corps) members, to go on air and educate the youth about HIV Aids. Would you like to do that?”

I sighed, he wasn’t even interested in me. “No, I am here to do my bit and get away. I don’t need such cheap publicity,” I said. “Okay, thanks,” he said and turned to walk away. I was extremely rude to him both in the way I looked at him and how I gesticulated. “Wait Ejike,” I said. He turned. I saw he was not pleased with my rude behavior, and I felt a little disappointed with myself. “There is another doctor, his name is Nonso. He is serving at the hospital in Onitsha-Ugbo, you might want to talk to him,” I said to make up for the levity of my conduct. Nevertheless, I said those words with some air of pride. “I have already spoken to him, he is not interested,” Ejike said and walked away. I didn’t see Ejike again for a while; and had no need to see him. At this point in my life, I felt I could fly without wings. A guy who had spent much his live in the US had proposed to me and had asked me to draw up a budget for our wedding. My budget was in excess of five million. When he saw the budget he sent it back to me and asked me to make sure I was not too economical with the budget. I called some of my friends and we reviewed the budget. So you can understand why I was cocky and rude to Ejike. I was going to get married to a rich guy, an American citizen and eventually practice medicine in the US – my lifelong dream.

Some weeks later all NYSC members serving in Aniocha North were asked to come to the camp in Isele-Uku for an important briefing. This was about the coming election then. INEC was planning on recruiting youth corps members to conduct the election. Trainings had been going on for a while. Certain financial figures had been muted which we would be paid for the job. Corps members were excited about the job. I was not. My thoughts were about getting married and leaving the country with my husband to be. Being a corps member, I could not avoid the national assignment. At the camp I met Ejike again and we had a chat. I took interest in him for two reasons. He sounded extremely intelligent and knowledgeable and girls were talking about him, looking his way wherever he turned. Like I pointed out earlier, he was a fine dude. I later gave him a name, ‘head-turner’. His looks almost broke the necks of ladies as they could not get enough of his handsome face and figure. We spent much of the day in the camp that day. By the time we were let go, it was already too late for most of us serving outside Isele-Uku to return to our PPAs (Place of Primary Assignment). Even if we could, there was no way, we could have returned early enough the next morning.

I had to swallow my pride and asked Ejike to help me find a place I could crash for the night. He was a nice guy. He accepted and spoke to two ladies in his lodge. One accepted and even told me she would be glad to have me sleep in her apartment for the night. I had recently redeployed from the North and was yet to chum up with a lot of corps members. Having no one else to talk with, I and Ejike chatted about every subject we could. He said somethings that made me wonder who he really was. I had my suspicions but chose not to air them. On our way back, we had for company the lady who had agreed to have me crash in her room. I could see the lady and her friends were not happy for my monopolizing Ejike. I had heard her tell her friends in the camp that Ejike was in the same lodge as she and referred to me as ‘that girl’. Though my conversation was with Ejike, I was mindful of those ladies. At some point the lady who was to habour me, made a call and told Ejike that her boyfriend was coming to pick her up. The guy happened to be a medical doctor too. He lived and worked in a neighboring town.

The lady assured me that she won’t be long. In fact, she claimed she would get home before us since we were walking home. When we got home she was nowhere to be found. Ejike told me not to bother that she would be back in time for me to have my bath in her apartment. When I stepped into Ejike’s apartment, my suspicion about him was confirmed. I saw lying on the floor a copy of Spirit-Filled study Bible and some books by Kenneth Hagin. “Wow! You are a believer! Some things you said back there were too deep for an ordinary guy. Sometimes you sounded like a preacher,” I observed. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “These books…that bible, they confirm to me I was right about you,” I said. He smiled. In that moment, I relaxed. At least I was in good hands. On our way to his lodge, we stopped at every quarter to greet people. It seemed everybody in Isele-Uku knew him. I was beginning to fear he was some rough street guy.

I placed a call to my fiancé and told him where I was. Earlier I had told him I was stranded. He had a banter with Ejike over the phone. When they were done talking I continued my romantic chatter with my fiancé. Hours passed and there was still no sign of the lady who promised to habour me that night. Already Ejike had served me something to eat, rice and stew with chicken. His cooking wasn’t bad. When I was done eating, he told me it was time to have my bath. It was too cold that period and so asked him if I could get hot water. Humbly he turned on his gas and boiled water for me, blended it and took it to the bathroom for me. Then he left the room for me to change into some other clothe. All that surprised me. Later that night, he left his room for me to sleep in and went to spend the night with a friend of his who was from Isele-Uku. All that were unusual for me. From then on we became friends and I apologized for the way I treated him the day we met in the market place.

When it was time for my fiancé to go see my father in Port Harcourt, I told Ejike about it. He assured me he would pray for me. At this time, I was having nightmares about my getting married to my fiancé. The nightmares worried me a lot. I told my mother and her pastors in Warri about them and they all prayed concerning the nightmares. On the night before the day I and my fiancé would go see my father, we were in a hotel room in Warri. Something horrifying happened to me. The moment my head hit the pillow, I passed out. I saw a woman come into our hotel room and took me away. She took me to twenty-six shrines. The last one was at the bottom of the ocean. On the floor of the ocean were lined burning candles. I was shocked to see that water could not quench the burning candles. At all the shrines things were said to me which I could not understand. I was called strange names and I saw dead old people. When I woke up in the morning, it was as though I returned from the dead. I was tired and felt as though some  things had been removed from my body.

I was also worried that my fiancé did not bother that I lay like a dead body all through the night. Much more worrisome was the thought of what he might have been doing all through the night when I was unconscious. When he eventually met with my father in Port Harcourt, things I had not thought of or even suspected came to the fore. My father was a tough man and a big politician in Nigeria. He had favour with the political entities in power then and was in good terms with many members of his party which happened to be the ruling party then. I think that after I called him and told him about my fiancé, he went asking questions about him. My fiancé’s meeting my father was frosty and heated. My father told him to his face that he lied to me about his age. Which he quickly owned up. He was way above forty, but had lied to me that he was forty. The things he told me about his life in America did not entirely line up with what my father found out about him. To his face and much to my displeasure, my father told him to go find someone else to marry and leave me alone.

When my father wanted to know why his remained single into his fifties, he gave no satisfactory answer. I was ashamed of myself for not to have done a good research about him. However, I still felt the things which did not add up about the things he told me were not major issues, and so I asked my father to let me marry him. He refused. Besides my fiancé having lied about himself, my father had other reasons to deny me getting married to this guy. I and my mother did not support him when he took a second wife. In fact, his second marriage had torn our family apart and brought in enmity. He had done the same thing to my younger sister when a man came to marry him. A few days before my fiancé met with my dad, I had seen him in a dream running away from his house saying, “I don’t want to be home when those coming to marry my daughter arrive.” My father was determined not to let me marry my fiancé in spite of how much I cried. It was his chance to pay me back. That much I saw clearly. However, besides that, it slowly became clear to me that I did not know the man I was determined to get married to. The more I scratched the surface of the things he told me about himself, the more I found thick layers of lies. Sadly, for me, I was already pregnant for him. I could not imagine myself not getting married to him after my boasting about my wedding and dreaming of living in America.

The above true life story was written by Chidinma Nnamdi (actual name withheld) and was edited by moofyme.com editorial team. Chidinma hopes and prays that her story will bless the readers; and save someone from the path from destruction.


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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - guy, medical doctor, a budget for our wedding, budget, Corps members, who was to habour me, the lady, fiancé, my father.
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