Trendy Stories – My Ordeal Chapter 3

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 Trendy Stories – My Ordeal

CHAPTER THREE

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We entered Joy’s room. Her apartment was behind 7-up Industries. She was warm towards us. I guessed Enyioma had told her about me and what we had gone to Mgboko to do. She offered us bottles of soft drink; I was thankful. I was thirsty, very thirsty that I gulped down my drink in less than two minutes. That was not my style, yet like a dried surface, my body drained the liquid and yearned for more.

 

“I’m still not satisfied. Can I have a glass of water, please?” Enyioma laughed, while Joy went for the water.

 

“We’re as thirsty as the fish kept in a dry pond for long.”

I nodded and informed her that sometimes I drink water like a fish. I could not stay up to hours without water.

 

A minute later, Joy returned with a bottled-water and a glass. I was grateful; it was just as I needed it. She then went inside the inner room with Enyioma.

 

As they left, I took time to examine the contents of Joy’s room. There were several framed pictures hanging on the wall. My eyes rested on Roxanne’s picture. I stood up at the same time to study other framed pictures one after the other. Some were family pictures, some individual enlargements. I saw Roxanne’s wedding picture; she was alone. I felt somewhat disappointed that it was not the one she took with Chukwuemeka. That the same time, I felt a tint of envy and wondered when I would wear my own wedding gown and have such a picture displayed in my matrimonial home.

 

I studied Roxanne’s features. She was beautiful. She was tall, dark complexioned and with an oval face. She was not blessed with a pointed nose, or as near pointed as mine, but her flat nose sat pleasantly on the oval face, giving it a unique feature peculiar to Roxanne. “What a pity,” I muttered and walked to other portraits to examine the contents. And then, I became transfixed in front of one of the pictures kept behind one of the rubber seats in the sitting room. I had picked it to examine the faces on it. It was Roxanne and Chukwuemeka, I mean Emeka.

 

“Emeka-Chukwuemeka” I muttered in confusion. I suddenly felt dizzy and frightened. What other things I did, I could not account for them. All I can remember is that the framed dropped from my hands crashing on the ground. The sound attracted Enyioma and Joy to the scene. They seemed amazed, for they stood some yards away from me, transfixed, unable to utter any word on the spur.

 

“ND, what’s wrong with you?” it was Enyioma, asking later.

 

“The picture!”

 

Who said what after, I cannot remember. I only remember that my body was shaking to near convulsion. My teeth row knocked against each other as if I had cold. It was much later that Enyioma narrated how I looked; hazardous. She said that I had muttered Emeka-Chukwuemeka and other incompressible statements. Tears.. hot tears had run down my cheeks, uncontrolled. Just as she was building me to cough, I became dazed and dropped on the floor.

 

I saw them, Joy and Enyioma though faintly, came to me. Enyioma embraced me and held me tightly.

Enyioma embraced me and held me tightly.

“my goodness,” I heard Enyioma exclaim. “Bring cold water and towel. Her temperature is very high.”

 

She took my hands and led me to a sofa. I was still not quite. My mind ran helter-skelter while my heartbeat could be felt a distance away. The more my thought reflected on the several experiences and contact s it had made with Emeka, the more I mumbled. Then I felt the wet towel on face and body.

 

What Enyioma was doing and why she was doing it meant nothing to me at the moment. I was told later that she had removed my blouse to sponge my body with cold water, yet all was futile. There seemed, at the moment, to Beno connection between me and the environment. My soul and body seemed reminds with Joy and Enyioma. After sometime, darkness enveloped me.

 

When I found myself in the hospital, I knew too Enyioma and Joy had brought me there. I also learnt that my unconsciousness lasted for three days; within the period, dark thought visited minds of the two. Enyioma, I was told, slept with me in the hospital; after all, she was the last person I had been with. I was healthy and hearty when she picked me from house. Should anything have happened to me, she would be the first suspect.

I was still unconscious, or they believed me to be, on the fourth day. I was weak and a bit dazed but I had become conscious of my environment. I could perceive movementsand recognise voices. When the nurses came to attend to me in the morning, Enyioma was around.

 

“How is she?” I heard Enyioma ask.

 

“Her temperature is coming down”. The nurses’ words nagged me painfully at heart. I did not want to recover, though I hated sickness. I seemed comfortable in the unconscious state. And then a hand touched me. I did not know whose hand it was but it irritated me. I tightened my eyelids, shrunk my skin as a snail would do when it sensed danger. I prayed mentally for the return of unconsciousness and to be enveloped by darkness. It was the only thing I knew could remove me from the presence of Enyioma and her evil unfoldment.

 

“Go away,” my heart had cried I continued to hear Enyioma’s voice.

 

“Go away, you harbinger ofpain and grief. Go away, the frog that does not know when she’s not welcomed. Away!” I tightened my eyelids the more, shrunk my body the more, and felt my flesh contort.

 

“Her boss may visit in the afternoon,” I heard Enyioma say. “I wouldn’t know her disposition…” I did not hear other things she said. I was relieved when her voice sounded afar off.

 

“How I hated her,” I said to myself as if to confer to my body the reason for the pains it was passing through. I was, as well, almost hating everybody: the nurses and doctors inclusive. I did not want to remember anything or anybody. I was hating my work as well. Once in a while when I remember my work and the proposal I had sent to ABA City Hospital, I sank back in self-pity. I had thought I would design in a month or two; Emeka was making arrangements for our travel to Cyprus where he would finish his education while I picked a job to support us until he graduated. I was glad when he showed me the admission letter sent to him from one of the universities in Cyprus.

 

At first when Emeka raised the issue of us traveling overseas, I had some doubts, but when I saw admission letter, I accepted and swallowed everything, hook, line and sinker. I literally closed my accounts to pay the school fees of eight hundred pounds. Instructional materials came to three pounds. I paid all. Since we were to travel together, I had no misgivings, not any, until Enyioma came into the scene. Before then, I had not the benefit of hindsight of Emeka’s realself: a fraudster, whose aim was to enrich himself by befriending well-to-do women. It was unbelievable. Emeka never raised his voice at me. He was caring. While still on the sick bed, I wanted to hate him as I hated others but could not. I could not hold anything against him, except of course, the deceit. His goodness and physical appearance, all unnerved me. Rather, I transferred all hatred and annoyance to Enyioma, saw her as the enemy on the way of my progress. Had I the gut, I would have given her a mortal wound, sealed her mouth and gone ahead with my plans with Emeka even it meant not traveling to Cyprus. Nothing mattered much to me but to live together as husband and wife with Emeka.

 

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I had no regrets for not hating Emeka. Was I given the opportunity, I would still have married him regardless of his fallible behaviour. A woman gave birth and named her baby Onyedinma- who is good? Who really is perfect?

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