WEDDING NIGHT: A NIGHTMARE - Episode 1

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“It is said that he who finds a wife, finds a good thing. Ifeanyi, today, you have found a good thing as you marry my daughter Chiamaka,” my father said proudly. “In God’s name, I declare happiness…abundant happiness, children, both boys and girls on you and your wife, my daughter. You two will have a happy long life together. Wealth and all of its luxuries will abound in your lives!!!” He continued and the crowd bellowed, “Amen!!!” Ifeanyi smiled from ear to ear. He rose to his feet and walked over to my father who was on the stage and began to spray money on him. Several other people joined in the money spraying act.

I had a smile on my face…I had every reason to be happy. Ifeanyi had been such a gentleman since we met. He had showered immense love on me and my family; he was good looking, smart, humorous, kind and gentle, but I could not shake off the fear that ravaged me deep within. I had evaded it for months, pretending that it would somehow, go away, but tonight, I’d have to face it…I’d have to stare it straight in the eye and I knew it would stare right back me. The thought of it sent a flurry of rambunctious butterflies running wild in my stomach. How will I handle this? I thought to myself. Finally, my fears would be laid bare before me and I had no idea how I was going to deal with it…


 I wore a pair of black jeans, a blue, red and yellow top with a flowery pattern and a pair of black flat sandals. I had just made my hair and even the birds that played up in the trees could perceive the scent of my perfume that filled the air with ebullient excitement. My uncle who had returned for Christmas from the USA had bought me the perfume, so I was thrilled to wear it for the first time. “You smell great!” Ifunanya said to me as I walked past her mother’s kiosk at the market. She and I were classmates at school (secondary school). “Thanks Ify,” I replied with a smile. Several other people paid me compliments, which left me feeling great about myself.

I knocked gently on the door but there was no answer. Then, I knocked again, but there was no answer. After the fifth knock, I decided to leave. I had come over to see Chidozie, my boyfriend in secondary school. I wanted to surprise him, hence, the effort to look and smell great. He had asked me out several times in the past and I said no, but he persisted. Eventually, I caved him. I liked his sense of humor, which had me laughing my head off each time I was with him. He was kind too. Of course we were careful not to cross any sensitive borders. Sex was completely out of our relationship. I made it clear to him that I was too young to get into that at sixteen and he agreed. We spent fun times together with friends and school mates in our little village.

Where is he? I thought as I turned to walk away from their house. Then, a car pulled into the driveway. It was his father, who was a math teacher in our school too. He was one of the few people that owned a car in town. His old beat up Peugeot 504 hollered and yelled its way acrimoniously into the compound. “Chiamaka how are you?” he asked me, sticking his neck out of the window. “I am fine, sir, thank you!” “Are you looking for Chidozie?” “Yes sir.” “I sent him on an errand. I don’t think it would be long before he returns though. Come in and wait for him,” he offered. I was pleased. I wanted Chidozie to see me in my new American outfit and perfume for the very first time.

Shyly, I sank into a couch in their living room. Chidozie’s father turned on the TV for me and walked into one of the bedrooms. There was no one else at home. I remembered that Chidozie had mentioned to me some days earlier that his mother, younger brother and sisters would be travelling to Owerri to visit his uncle. I guessed they were all gone. I gazed at the TV intently, counting the minutes. Come on, Chidozie better be back soon.

Then, his father joined me in the living room. He sat beside me on the couch, which left me a little confused. He sat right next to me, his body brushing against me, deliberately. I squeezed into the corner, pushing as far away from him as I could, but there was hardly any space for me to move away from him. I could hear his heavy breathing. “You are a very beautiful girl you know,” he said, breathing hard. His eyes were piercing through my top, staring viciously at my cleavage. My top was not revealing at all, but I could see that he was peeling my clothes off my body and staring at my nakedness with his mind’s eyes.

“Thank you, sir,” I replied, my voice laced with discomfort and fear. “Stop calling me sir,” he said placing his hand on my lap. A wave of fear descended all over me. What is he up to? I thought. I jumped to my feet. “I have to go now, sir.” “You don’t have to; don’t be a child. You are a big girl,” he said rising to his feet too. He was wearing a pair of trousers made of silky material so I could see the chaos…anarchy that was going on around his waist area. A pointed arrow was standing firm, sticking its head in my direction. “I have to go sir,” I insisted, walking towards the door.

He took my hand and flung me back to the couch. I was no match for his strength. I wanted to shout, but he quickly placed a hand over my mouth. Staring me in the eye, he said, “If you yell, I will kill you right here, place you in the trunk of my car and dump your body in the river. No one will ever find you!” His right hand went under the couch and produced a sharp machete which he raised above me, menacingly. I will butcher you like a goat if you don’t cooperate. Tears began to roll down my face. “You will enjoy it, I promise you that,” he said and he removed his hand slowly from my mouth.

He walked over to the door and locked it firmly. I was shaking…paralyzed with fear and utter confusion. He dragged me up and then to the bedroom. He ripped my clothes off me and began to violate me. I felt knifing pain through my whole body as he defiled me. He breathed like a possessed demon as his body thrusted back and forth on me. He tried to kiss me but my mouth remained firmly shut. He tried severally, threatening to butcher me with the machete. “Open your mouth and kiss me now!” he ordered me. Reluctantly, I opened my mouth and his rancid tongue began to wade through my mouth.

Tears streamed down my face and I could feel stains of blood hugging my thighs as he violated me. He said all sorts of terrible things as he pleased his depravities. “You like it, right?” he asked, to which I said nothing. “I am sorry, I did not mean to hurt you, but I could not help myself. This is so good!” I closed my eyes asking God to end the nightmare. After what seemed like eternity, he rolled off my body and dropped onto the bed beside me. I felt my thigh and touched a pool of blood. What if I contract a disease? What about AIDS? Am I going to bleed to death? Why me? A zillion thoughts zipped ferociously through my callow sixteen-year-old   mind.

“You can leave now, Chiichii. If you tell anyone about this, no one will believe you. Everyone knows I am a good man. Besides, I will come after you somehow. You will never pass math in school let alone write WAEC…that is if I don’t find you at night and slaughter you like a fowl,” he threatened. “Please can I get something to wipe the blood?” I asked still crying. He put on his trousers and left. A minute later, he returned with a handful of paper towels. He handed them forcefully to me. “Be fast!” he ordered. I wiped the blood as much and as fast as I could, squeezed back into me black jeans and left.
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