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Chinagorom stood at the cul-de-sac wondering who would show up. She wanted to tell them explicitly that she wanted nothing to do with them. As the sun beamed down, the tall figure walked into her view. He wore a pair of blue jeans, a green T-shirt, a pair of brown sandals and a shiny silver watch. He had dressed to impress for certain. Smiling, he said, “I am glad you could come.” “Chikere, don’t you think you have gotten me into enough trouble. What do you want? I heard you say you had taste; after all, you would never want anything to do with a used article like me. Please leave me alone, Chikere.”

“I am sorry for saying that, Chiichii. I had to give your crazy boyfriend the impression that I had zero interest in you. He is not a fool. He must have sighted me watching you from afar. I was in your building that night hoping to just catch glimpse of you. I was loitering around hoping to see your wonderful figure. Why don’t you leave that guy…leave him for me, Chiichii. I promise, I will never beat you. Instead, I would treat you like a queen. My African Queen, according to 2Face. I swear, I will love and cherish you.” “Thank you lover boy, but please, leave me alone. I don’t want any more problems.” “What you want is freedom, happiness and love. What is a beautiful girl like you doing with him? You are just twenty years of age, Chiichii. You should be striving to go to University like me. There is a lot more to life. Step away from him and begin to live again.”

Chinagorom stared at Chikere for a moment. He was smiling, staring at her with undivided attention. She could not remember the last time Dubem paid such attention to her. A part of her craved it, but another part was scared to death. “Look at those succulent lips, your backside, your legs, men! I can’t stop thinking of you,” Chikere said. She closed her eyes, wishing she would hear those words come out of Dubem’s mouth. “Even when you close your eyes, your beauty glows like the iridescent beams of the sun,” Chikere said moving closer to her. He touched her hand gently. She panicked. Opening her eyes, she scoured the vicinity, afraid that Dubem might be watching from somewhere.

“You are afraid. I can see fear in your eyes. You are too young and too beautiful to live like this. I don’t know how you got here…how you ended up with this man and why you have chosen to stick with him. Ask yourself, am I happy? I want you to ask yourself that question each day. If you are convinced that you are happy, then remain where you are, and if you are not happy, then you owe it to yourself to step away from such a toxic relationship, my dear. I will be waiting. I hope you make the right choice. Everyone else sees it except you, but I guess, love is truly blind. Is this love or sheer fear and servitude? I love you, Chiichii. I want you to remember that…think of that every day!”

He looked on as she walked away. She paused twice, stared back at him with tears gushing down her face. She had never heard anyone say such beautiful things about her. She wondered if she could run back and hug him, but the weight of fear hanging over her was far too strong. Chikere sat on a tree stump, soaking in the last vestiges of her cheap perfume from the surrounding air. When she reached home, she lay in bed and began to cry. It was a hot day, and there was no power, but the yearning in her heart outstripped the heat.

That night, she was absent mind when Dubem made love to her. She pretended to be there, but her mind was elsewhere – it had roamed away, wondering in a fantasy world as Chikere’s words swirled around her head. A month later, she found out that she was pregnant again. She had begun to wonder if she wanted her children to grow up in the same fear she had experienced for nearly two years. She had begun to miss her parents too…and siblings. One weekend, Dubem traveled to his hometown. Chinagorom crept out that night. She had texted Chikere to ask if they could meet at the same spot. He was elated. Less than half an hour later, they both sat under a mango tree, peering at the stars in the sky.

“Look at that, it is a shooting star! A lovely shooting star,” Chikere said pointing. “Yes, I see it. You are right. I wonder where they are going.” Chinagorom remarked. “I don’t know, but someday, I want to be like them. Shooting around the world without fear…darting across the face of earth with energy that glows like a star…a star that will never burn out.” She stared into his eyes, using the illumination of the moon as a guide to visualize his face. “You believe that?” “Of course I do. We may be poor now, living in such a terrible place, but this is only a phase. Everything in life is a phase, my father tells me and I believe him. I have heard about a lot of great men and women.

“Most of them had humble beginnings. And they were afraid at times too, but they pressed on. That is what we must do in life. It is not what happens to us or what we have done, but what we make of it, my dear.” “I have heard that several times in the past, but I have never met anyone who believes it like you.” “You too can believe it…it is your choice.” “Chikere, I want to…I want to return to my parents. I no longer want this life,” she said calmly. Elated, Chikere looked her in the eye. Her eyes glowed beautifully under the gaze of the moon.

“Are you sure?” She nodded. “I want to kiss you now…right now!” “Before you do that, I have something to ask you, and something to tell you.” “Go ahead.” “Do you still mean what you said the last time we were here?” “That I love you?” “Yes.” “With all my heart and soul!” “What if I told you that…Please don’t mention this to anyone.” “I promise, I won’t.” “I am…I am pregnant for Dubem.” She hung her head, afraid to look in his eyes – afraid that the love he had proclaimed for her some weeks back may no longer be there. A drop of tear fell from her eye and hit the dry, parched ground as she stared at the ground with laser-like focus.

“I am young…maybe I don’t know what I am about to say, but I can tell you that I simply love you. I truly love you, Chiichii. My feelings for you have not changed. She was too afraid to look at him for the fear that the immaculate love she had seen in those eyes some weeks back would no longer be there. That was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen…the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to her, and she wanted to hold that look; that moment close to her poor, battered heart. “Are you sure?” she asked, her voice riddled with doubt and fear. “Yes,” he answered emphatically. He moved closer to her, placed his hand on her neck, lifted her face up and planted a kiss on her succulent lips.

They clung to each other like Siamese twins. “I am afraid,” she said when they finally took a mini break from kissing. “It is okay to be afraid. If you keep at it, you and I can conquer.” “Are you sure? You will never leave me?” “No.” “I am…I am a little diffident. I guess not a little, but a lot. I have low self-esteem. I think that is why I clung to Dubem all this while, believing that if he leaves me, or if I left him, I’d never find anyone else; that no one would ever love me. When he started beating me, my self-esteem got even worse. When you go to university, would you find more confident and better looking girls than me?”

“As far as I am concerned, there will never be a better looking girl to me than you, Chinagorom. I already knew you had low self-esteem, and that makes no difference to me. You just do not realize how beautiful you are. Just let me love you and soon, you will begin to glow like the stars we saw shooting across the sky a while ago.” “You are so artistic. I love that!” “You bring out the best in me,” he replied with a smile. They latched onto each other again and began to kiss. 

“Chinagorom!” Dubem shouted before he entered the compound. He was carrying a small bag of garri, and he had tubers of yam and bags of cocoyam outside, which he wanted Chinagorom to help him bring into the apartment. A taxi had just dropped him off. There was no response from her. He banged on the door, but it was locked. He fetched his key and unlocked it. He brought all the items into the apartment and began to call Chinagorom, but there was no response either. Her phone was off.

“Where are you?” He texted to her. He sat in the living room wondering where she had gone. I wonder who she is with now, he thought. He walked outside and scanned the vicinity. Then, he walked to the next street and circled the area, yet, there was no sign of her. Then he returned home. He was starving. He began to look for something to eat. That was when he noticed that her clothes were gone. Then, he found a letter on the table in the bedroom. Anxiously, he opened it. It red;

Dear Chidubem,
I wanted to thank you for the past two years. After a deep soul searching, I have decided that this life is not for me any longer. At some point, I had thought that my life would stop without you, but sadly, that feeling is gone and we both know why. I miss my family – siblings and parents. I guess, if I tried, I could get my life back on track. Perhaps, I could make it to university or something. Time will tell, but for now, I want to be with my family…I want to start all over.

I also wanted to let you know that I am pregnant again. I don’t think having a child with you, if I were to make it to childbirth considering what happened last time, would be conducive for a child. I think it is best I stay away from you for now. Please understand with me. I hope you find the right person for you. When you do, please…please do not lay your hands on her.

I must tell you that I have forgiven you too. I really want to start on a brand new slate. Take care and God bless!




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Victor Chinoo

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