HEAD OR HEART - Episode 2

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - honey, be happy, at the hotel, phone, Port Harcourt, chartered flights, flights, Lagos, ring, apartment, wedding, love, Canada, Cancun in Mexico.

“Honey, when am I going to meet your mother?” Kayode asked Iruoma. “Not to worry, you will soon see her. She is busy with a number of things in the village. As soon as she returns, I will introduce you to her,” Iruoma lied. They both lay naked next to each other in Kayode’s apartment. He had just bought a car – a Honda Civic, so they partied with friends all night in celebration of his new ride. “I can’t wait to walk down the aisle with you,” Kayode said as he began to kiss her again. Iruoma said nothing. After a session of lovemaking, Iruoma got dressed and left. “I will see you in two days honey,” he said to Kayode. “Two days sounds like two years. Come live with me, love. I’d do anything you want,” Kayode offered. “Not yet, darling…not yet,” she said and she walked through the door and dashed down the street. She had a lot on her mind. She flagged down a taxi, hopped in and instructed the driver to take her to Ogui Road.

“Cynthia, I don’t know what to do,” she said to her best friend when she reached her apartment. “I love Kayode, but somehow, I feel like I would be better off with Ibeneme. My mother and brother are pressurizing me to marry Ibeneme, but I know my heart is with Kayode,” she explained her dilemma. “But your head is with Ibeneme?” Cynthia asked. “I think so.” “Which is more important to you?” “I don’t know. I am under so much pressure now.” “You are leaning towards Ibeneme for material reasons, Iru. I can tell. I thought you really loved Kayode.” “Of course I do.” “But I know you spent the other weekend with Ibeneme at the hotel. So, you are telling me that you two stared at each other all night, abi (really)?” “I did not sleep with him, Cynthia!” “Abegi!!! (Please!!!) Save that one for children. I am a girl, and I know how those things work. I am not a saint ooh! But at the end of the day, I want to be happy. I would follow my heart because that is what would truly make me happy.”

“So, if you fell in love with a truck pusher, you’d marry him abi?” “Iruoma fired at her. “If I go as far as falling in love with a truck pusher, well, I’d have to live with my choice. Besides, Kayode is well off anyway. What more do you want?” Iruoma said nothing in reply. She was in a deep thought. Her phone beeped as though on cue. It was a text from Ibeneme.

I am coming to pick you up tonight, baby. I have chartered a flight to Port Harcourt. Let’s spend two nights…you and I in the Garden city.

She stared at her phone. “It is him, right?” “Yes.” “I know you are going to marry him,” Cynthia predicted. He is giving you too much good time…far too much that your brain can’t even function. Look before you leap, my friend. I hope you are not entering the wrong bus,” Cynthia philosophized. Iruoma made excuses as to why she could not see Kayode, and Kayode believed her. She and Ibeneme flew out to Port Harcourt. Soon, they were flying to Abuja and Lagos on chartered flights. On one of the flights from Lagos to Enugu, Ibeneme produced a shiny twenty-four carat diamond, went on his knees and asked Iruoma to marry him.

If Iruoma’s mother had been there, she would have slapped the back of her head for delaying for a few seconds before giving her answer. In the meantime, she was on her knees at home, doing the work of a prayer warrior – “God thank you for blessing my daughter with such a man. Touch her heart to accept Ibeneme. I know he is the right one for her…for our family. Lord we have suffered. I know you brought Ibeneme into our lives to end our sufferings since my husband died. Thank you father,” she prayed. Her eyes were firmly shut and her fists were clenched as though she was in boxing ring, throwing Mike Tyson-like punches at the devil himself.

Ibeneme’s friends looked on. Iruoma could not believe her eyes. The ring was glittering like the sun, shimmering down on earth. She had been hiding the ring that Kayode had given her, wearing it only when she visited Kayode. The beauty of the ring from Ibeneme was breathtaking. Her eyes got bigger as she admired the beauty of the ring. Soon, they touched down in Enugu. Ibeneme drove her happily to her mother’s apartment. He was beaming with infectious smiles, eager to break the news to Iruoma’s mother. As they opened the door, Iruoma began to shake. Kayode was sitting in the living room watching television with her mother. “Iruoma my daughter, your friend from university says he has some information for you,” her mother announced as they entered the living room.

Kayode had lied to her. He had begun to suspect Iruoma after she cancelled most of their appointments, so she devised a ploy to get to the root of the matter. “Hi, Kayode, what is the news?” Iruoma asked managing to keep herself from fainting. She was sweating even though it was a cool evening. Ibeneme had his hands all over Iruoma as though he owned her. “Let’s talk outside,” Iruoma suggested to Kayode. Kayode was staring angrily at Ibeneme who was happily smooching Iruoma in front of her mother. His hands were firmly perched on his waist, pressing deeply into her. He leaned into her as he spoke, pecking her somewhat too closely every few seconds. He was exhilarated. Finally, Iruoma had agreed to marry him.

“Before you go outside, let’s break the good news to your mother, honey” Ibeneme suggested. The sound of that word, honey coming out of Ibeneme’s mouth was like a ‘possessed demon’ jumping out of his mouth. Kayode felt a sharp stab to his chest and then a knot in his stomach. His knees groaned, threatening to cave in under the weight of his body. “I will be right back, Ibeneme,” Iruoma suggested in a frantic effort to end the awkward situation. “Wait first, sweetheart,” Ibeneme persisted. “Show mama your ring,” Ibeneme suggested. He took Iruoma’s hand and lifted the finger with the shiny ring sitting majestically on it. “Chineke moo!!! (Oh my God!!!),) Iruoma’s mother exclaimed. “The beauty of this ring could make someone blind,” she added studying the gem closely. “Iruoma said yes,” Ibeneme continued excitedly. Iruoma tried to smile the best she could, but she felt as though world war III was going on in her intestine, with nuclear weaponry on active display.

It was clear to Kayode by now. He wished the ground would open up and swallow him. He rose to his feet, to his greatest surprise. He felt woozy. Tears were threatening to break onto the corridors of his eyes like a damaged dam with water bursting to the seams with ferocious force, but he managed to keep the tears down. “Congra…Congra…Congratula…tulations, Iruoma,” Kayode said through a heavily croaky voice that had lost its smoothness over the past few minutes. Iruoma began to say something, but she could not get the words out. “I will leave now. I will text you the message,” Kayode said. Every word that left his mouth was replaced by a sharp arrow to his chest. “Bye my child,” Iruoma’s mother said casually to Kayode as she and Ibeneme continued to examine the ring.

“Praise the Lord!!!!” Iruoma’s mother thundered. She rose to her feet and began to dance. She was so overjoyed that she could hardly bring herself under control. She went from one dancing move to another. Kayode descended each step down the pavement in front of Iruoma’s apartment as though he was on Mount Everest. He felt light…a storm of ‘feisty pains’ drummed up sad tunes deep within him. His spirit was shattered to the core. Life had lost its meaning. He felt a sour taste in his mouth as though he had developed malaria within minutes - the type of malaria that would normally beat the life out of you. He soldiered on, while Iruoma’s mother sang her heart out. Neighbours gathered to share in the joy. Rapidly, an impromptu choir assembled in front of Iruoma’s apartment, rendering tune after tune.

Kayode heard the tunes…they sounded like sad funeral songs to him. If only one could attend their own funeral – kayode was sure he had just left his, but he had no idea where he was going next. He packed his bruised body and soul into his car, turned on the engine and began to drive down the street. Ibeneme would not stop touching Iruoma. Every moment he got, he slid his hands under her dress to feel her succulent skin.

Kayode managed to reach home without having an accident. He crashed into his bed and let the tears rain like a monsoon. When Iruoma got a few minutes without Ibeneme breathing down her neck, she dialed Kayode. He looked at his phone through misty eyes and cried even more. He refused to take her calls. She dialed and texted severally, but there was no response from Kayode. It was over and she knew it. He was not a child. He saw it all. She could not bring herself to visit. She sent him a text one evening:

Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to end it like this. I am sincerely sorry. I guess this is it? Have a wonderful life. I will always remember you.

Kayode was still crying and ‘mourning’ when he got the message. He could not believe that she would walk away just like that. He thought of all the years and semesters he helped pay her tuition when her mother was broke. He thought of the things she needed and how many times she needed money for her upkeep and he did everything he could to provide for her. There were countless things he had done for her – out of unconditional love. Weeks later, it was Ibeneme and Iruoma’s traditional wedding ceremony. Things moved very fast. Ibeneme wanted everything taken care of before he returned to Canada. Ibeneme returned to Canada shortly after the wedding. He got an apartment for Iruoma and made sure she was well provided for. He filed necessary documentation to bring her over to Canada as soon as he returned to Vancouver.

“I will be in Mexico for just the weekend,” Ibeneme told Iruoma over the phone. “I miss you honey,” Iruoma said. “I miss you too my love. I can’t wait to take you to Cancun in Mexico. Wonderful place…beautiful to a fault,” he explained. “I don’t even care about the beauty of Can what…I don’t know what you called it. I just want to make love to you honey. It has been long,” she teased. “I will be in Nigeria two weeks after my trip to Mexico, love” Ibeneme assured her. “I can’t wait. Come tomorrow!!” She joked further.


Written by:
Victor Chinoo

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HEAD OR HEART - Episode 2
Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - honey, be happy, at the hotel, phone, Port Harcourt, chartered flights, flights, Lagos, ring, apartment, wedding, love, Canada, Cancun in Mexico.
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