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I And Ogechi (chapter two)

EPISODE 2
After I had walked some distance away from the park, I got
hungry and stopped by a local restaurant to refresh myself.
“Madam, wetin you get?”
“I get Egusi, I get Dror soup, Oha and Bitter Leaf. I also get
Stew-Rice, Ofe Akpu and Pepper Soup. Which one should I
brought for you?”
“Give me Bitter Leaf.”
“Garri or Akpu?”
“Akpu.”
“Make I put how many meat?”
“A plate with one meat how much?”
“N400”
“Ha! Madam ee too cost oo.”
“My son ee no cost oo. Ee go bellefull you well-well.”
“The meat na today meat?”
“Na today meat nah. We no dey do carry over for here oo.”
“Okay oo, oya bring am nah.”
“Okay my son.”
“(Soliloquizing) Inside IMT campus, a plate of food was
N150 back in 2008. I don’t know if it has increased by now
oo. No matter the increment, if at all there is any, it won’t
be up to N400. For what? Is that how much I’ll be spending
on food? N800 for two meals a day? From tomorrow, I’ll be
eating inside campus. And I’ll still patronize that my 2008
madam. At least she knew more than embarrassing me by
asking how many meats I wanted because she know say I
no dey chop meat.”
After eating, I stayed back to watch television until it was
closing time and I left. I joined a bus that was going to New
Heaven, with no exact destination in mind. When the bus
got to Otigba junction I told to conductor to stop. I stopped
because it is always very lively there and remains so till the
next morning. What made that place lively were the hookers
that normally hung around there waiting to be picked up by
customers. I located a nearby bar and ordered for bottle
water, sat there sipping the water little by little while
feeding my eyes. That became a normal routine for me.
During the day I would go to a valley by Ebano tunnel where
water constantly flowed through an opening on the surface
of the rock to have my bath. That place was more like a
stream for the guys. Girls were only permitted fetch water
and leave, and that only happened when no guy was
bathing. If any guy was bathing, a girl that wants to fetch
water would have to wait some distance away till the guy is
through before being allowed to step in and fetch. The
wonderful thing about that place was that there had never
been a rape case there, even though the environment was
conducive enough for that. Sometimes, there could be up to
20 guys bathing and just one girl waiting to fetch, yet, no
guy would harass her. Besides that, every other thing you
could think of happened there, from weed smoking to ritual
sacrifice all went on there.
Meanwhile, I had not forgotten the purpose for which I
embarked on a journey to Enugu in the first place, so I was
busy trying to find what to do before I ran out of money
since a place to freshen up and a place to spend my nights
had been settled. One day I stumbled into a little café with
some inexperienced workers. From the look of things, the
café was struggling to stand and could not afford paying for
the services of capable hands. I took advantage of that and
offered to render professional service for whatever amount
they could pay. They doubted my capabilities at first and
brought out a typing project with they had at hand and told
me to type. They offered to pay me N50 for each page I
typed, and that motivated me a lot. Omor come see typing!
After my JSSCE exams, my mother had enrolled me in
computer institute, and out of all I learnt, typing without
looking at the keyboard was the lesson I was most
passionate about because I watched American actors do
so in the movies and I so loved it. So when I had the
opportunity to learn about computer, I took it upon myself
to study and master typing. I became a very fast at typing,
and as soon as I had learnt how to type, I stopped going for
the computer lessons. Eventually, I worked with a computer
firm where I acquired the rest of the basic knowledge of
computer. So when I was given this very project to type, I
shone very well. I typed 50 pages within 90 minutes and
got N2,500 for it. Oh, what a wonderful day! They asked
me to come again the next day, as there was still so much
to me typed. The typing lasted for 12 days, after which I
was employed as a full time staff with a monthly pay of
N5,000 only. How I wish there was always something to
type. That way, I would make more money to rent an
apartment. Well, no problems. Half bread is better than
none.
One of those days I did a lot at work and was so
exhausted. After dinner I went to my normal spot and
bought a bottle of water. I started sipping the water and
feeding my eyes, but before long, I fell asleep on the chair I
sat on. I felt a very soft hand tapping me on the shoulder. I
could tell that whoever had the soft hand was trying to
wake me up, but the softness of the hand made it seem
like a massage to me, so I lay back and enjoyed it while it
lasted. If that hand had continue to try waking me up in the
same manner it started with, there would have been no end
to my slumber. But after a while of trying to wake me up
unsuccessfully, I heard a slap on my left chick and the soft
tone of a gentle voice screaming; WAKE UP! Immediately, I
woke up. I noticed everyone running helter-skelter. It
seemed like there was chaos, and I started weeping. LORD,
PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON ME! HAVE MERCY ON ME DEAR
LORD! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE WITH THE ANTI-CHRIST.
PLEASE I WILL GET IT RIGHT THIS TIME. JUST GIVE ME
ON MORE CHANCE.
“What’s wrong with you? The gentle voice which woke me
up asked.”
I didn’t even pay attention to it. I thought the RAPTURE had
taken place. I was still weeping deeply and asking the Lord
for mercy, and then the soft hand that had slapped me
before did so again. Then I noticed that it belonged to a
very pretty damsel who was squatting beside me as though
hiding from something or someone.
“What is wrong with you? She asked again.”
“Can’t you see that the world has come to an end? I
replied. The saints have been taken up to heaven by the
Lord and the sinners have been left behind. Now we will
have to suffer for not paying attention the commandments
of the Lord.”
“I can see that you had so much to drink today. That’s the
only reasonable explanation to this drama, said the girl.”
“What do you mean by drama? I asked. Or are you so
ignorant that you don’t even have a clue what’s going on?”
“I should be asking you that, she said. The police are here
arresting people and there you are, pleading for mercy and
begging for a second chance. Better keep your head low
before we are spotted and arrested too.”
“You mean it is not the rapture?” I asked with much
excitement. “So it’s the police? Thank God!!!”
There was a great relieve within me that I even forgot the
police were on operation and nearly screamed but the pretty
damsel stretched out her arm and covered my mouth with
her palm.
“Are you crazy? She asked. Do you want to be arrested?
Well if you want to, I don’t, she said. Just wait till I’m out
of here before calling such attention to you.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. And suddenly, my courage, which
seemed to have left me temporarily returned, and I
remembered everything I had forgotten.
“What is your name?” I asked her, smiling.
“Seriously?!” She exclaimed. “Do you really think this is a
nice place for that? We are caught up in the middle of a
mess and all you can do is ask my name? Are you really
that drunk? I bet the next thing you’ll ask for is my number.
Crazy dude!”
“Don’t take my wanting to know your name the wrong way,”
I said. “I’ve got a perfect idea of how we could get out of
here unnoticed by the police. You know if we keep hiding
here long enough, they will find us.”
“Really? Okay, my name is Ogechi”
“Now ogechi here’s what will happen…………………………….”
I devised a means by which we escaped to a nearby hotel
where we hurriedly checked into a room.
To be continued.

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