HELP, I MARRIED A BIAFRAN by Chiemeka Ekeghe
It was a bright sensationally sunny day. One of those days that the hellish African sun made one feel like roast chicken in an earth look alike oven
Amarachi was feeling and looking browner than burnt toast and more tanned than a Caucasian on Miami beach at the peak of summer. Ordinarily she was drop dead gorgeous and a Slayer par excellence. Actually a super slayer quite good at murdering the sexually weak male gender left, right and centre with her beauty and body over and over again.
The biceps and sometimes pot belly filled descendants of Adam couldn’t help themselves as they continually perceived her irresistible charm and fabulous feminine features.
Fair and beautiful with light golden skin that attracted stares and so much attention from men and women alike but on this particular day, the tan had gotten the better of her. She was used to those frequent overbearing looks of both envy and admiration in an unholy one sided mix .
As she stepped out of her home, the heavenly rays reflected off her most beautiful eyes revealing a sensational sparkle that was hard to miss. Her eyes had an innocence unlike any other, crystal clear orbits, easy to fall in love with.
She was in her mid 20s, a medical doctor who had just completed her National Service.
It was Lagos, Nigeria over a decade into the new millennium and Africa’s big apple was bubbling with life. The city was virtually invaded with a voracious vigorous vibe, with occasional pockets of violence, a vibrant force so fierce with young energy never seen anywhere else on the Continent
Her lips were ravishing red and dangerous . Her figure full and curvy.She made men drool, sometimes stool.
They dreamt about her, worshiped her in private and swarmed after her in public like flies on a stick of Suya and bees getting high in the hive.
And boy! Did she dress to kill. Her fashion sense was quite exquisite compared to the average middle class professional Lagosian . A super slay queen par excellence. Always Killing them softly.
When she walked , her hour glass figure was enchanting. Her heavy humongous hips swayed gracefully from side to side . most times they danced with reckless abandon that guys lost it. So graceful , elegant and desire provoking, They thought
Damn! She’s sexy as hell!! Others exclaimed
Lagos guys can chyke…She thought, They fit lie for Africa
She giggled silently as she recalled previous toasting episodes.
Babe , You are my love, my life, Without you I no fit breathe said a skinny Immunodeficient looking guy with lizard like skin one time
Igbo guys and pastors made her laugh the most.
Her neighbor, Chidi had been trying his luck for half a decade. Babe , You don’t know what you are missing( In thick accented Igbo)I am an Importer, Exporter , Manufacturer, distributor , Recycler of Special Spare Parts. I will buy you any machine of your choice and place you on salary of 1 million a month. Just be mine babe…. biko nu?
Do you deal in human spare parts?, Amara asked one day, smiling mischeviously
No! Mba nu babe. We do cleean business.
My father has the biggest shops in Alaba, Ladipo, Trade fair, Iweka road and Ariaria. I will take you to Dubai every month.
Really she thought. Dubai ko…. Kuwait and Saudi ni…
Once she decided to play along… Can you buy a Porsch Panarama for me and a Lincoln Lamborgini for my dad. They both cost 100 million dollars.
“
Chineeeke!” screamed Chidi, 100 million what?
Needless to say, that was the last he called.
Her Pastor friend, Pastor Tim two days later minced no words when he told her while his hand vibrated on his Table as if under a trance, held spellbound by the Holy ghost..
The Lord said that you should be mine…. Hmmmm. He moaned slowly, aggressively,
I can feel Him in my spirit. You have been conscripted by the Holy Ghost to join this commission as my first lady and mummy of the house
Me, Mummy to people thrice my age? She taught sheepishly
“Let me think about it” she said meaning to say a big fat No
The Lord said you should say “Yes”,
Don’t halt the move of the Spirit” he replied while he seemed to be drowning in the anointing
She never picked his calls after that……
TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NOVEL
HELP! I MARRIED A BIAFRAN…..
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