Yesterday aunty asked about the man in black. I told her he dropped me off at the house after the accident.
She asked for his name to know if she might have heard of his family but conveniently I didn’t know his name.She said he wasn’t at all familiar, so maybe he was from here but hadn’t been around for a long time. He spoke out dialect so he had to be from here.Everything about him still lingered in my mind, from his smell that surrounded the car to his perfect Igbo yet perfect English without a hint of his mother’s tongue intruding as he spoke.I wondered what he was, what he did and where he was from and most of all why he was here.Was it a burial?Or a wedding?Or the building of a new house?Why did he help me?Was he that kind?I let my mind search for endless possibilities as to why a man like that was in the village market dressed even more expensively than the village’s monarch and looking like he could buy the market without even stretching.He seemed very important and powerful. From the way he stood to the way he ordered his guards or whatever they were. He ordered them without raising a finger, just with low short words and they obeyed without batting an eye, without even the slightest hesitation.Maybe he was occult, maybe that was why they never hesitated. But yet he seemed to have a power over me that I couldn’t understand. Or maybe that was the kind of person he was.I exhaled loudly, feeling tired of my thoughts about the strange man in black.In all my 21 years of living in this village, no man had ever taken my interest. But him however, he posed my mind in a day and now all I think of was our strange encounter.I was currently in my room, supposedly having an afternoon siesta, although my eyes could not keep short.Ever since yesterday I felt restless.Like my brain could not divert from the thoughts of him.I huffed to myself and stood from my mattress which laid at the corner of my very small room.I walked out the door hoping I could find something to do.“Cheta you’re awake, thank god”, my aunt said as she heard me come into the Parlor.“Aunty anything you want me to do?”.“Yes.The drum is running low.You can fetch water and refill it”, my aunty requested.I nodded a bit thankful that she had a chore for me.I didn’t waste anytime I’m getting the buckets and heading straight to where we normally got our water from.I was on the second and last trip and my mind was almost clear. Maybe it was the bucket of water on my head, or my aching hand from the one I was carrying with my left hand, but my mind wasn’t wondering about the man from yesterday.I felt tired. I knew for a fact that I would get some rest now.The house was in a viewing distance when I almost tripped from what I saw.The cars from yesterday was packed all around the house, some of the men stood outside, like they were guarding.The man who drove me home yesterday was not in site. I had a feeling he was inside.I calmed down and walked over to the house, I couldn’t be to anxious or the water I worked so hard to get will come crushing down. Breaking our buckets in the process.I went around, hoping the guards did not see me and refilled the drum of water completely.I paused thinking of my next action.It only made sense that he was inside, if he weren’t then the guards wouldn’t be outside.I could wait him out and stay here till they drove back to where they came from.The idea seemed silly.“Cheta!”, i heard my aunty call out.Trust my aunty in calling you at the wrong way of times.I sighed feeling defeated, knowing I could never ignore her calm.“Ma?”, I replied heading inside but not as loudly as her.I walked into the Palor and low and behold there the man was. In yet another black suite, this time sitting down on of the old chairs in the parlor. As I watched him I realized just how small our chairs were, and our house.He looked like a giant trying to fit into this very different scene. He looked out of place, even more out of place when he was standing in from of the village market.“Nice to see you again, Chetachi.Please seat”, he said and for a moment I saw a wicked grin bless his face.But as quickly as it came it left.He spoke with calm yet command, despite he wasn’t the main of this house or even a member.He still found it necessary to offer me a seat at my own house.Despite how silly it was, I took a seat.“You already know,Ramiel Chidiuto Kingsley”, aunty said.Unlike her usual composure she didn’t look glum or emotionless, she almost seemed happy.“Ug_______yes”, I said a bit uncertain.Yes we had met but I didn’t know his name.“ọ dị mma nwanne nne ka m kọwaara ya ihe mere m ji nọrọ ebe a(it’s okay aunty let me explain to her why I am here)”, he interrupted in his oeeeect Igbo.I swallowed, unsure of how this conversation would go down. Feeling scared of the outcome.My eyes were faced down, avoiding his gaze.“MMA(beauty)”, I heard him say, probably referring to me.I looked up at him in response, trying my best not to look like I was scared. As we locked eyes I saw something sinister quickly flash through his light honey eyes.I was scared, even with him at the other side of the room, my parlor had never seemed smaller.I felt like a prey, besides not being the only other person here.“I want you as my wife”, he said. Simply.He said these words casually, making me trying to understand if I heard well but also too scared to ask.His posture didn’t lack.I had heard of men feeling doubtful or scared asking for a woman’s hand. Buy him? he looked like he just asked for what was his.I knew my eyes looked wider than ever as I tried to process his words.“Chidiuto is a nice man and he will take care of you”, I heard my aunt say even though my hearing was now muffled. Muffled by confusion.Was this happening?Was I being convinced to marry a man I don’t know?A man I just met?No.“He was kind enough to bring the things demanded by tradition and the marriage will be finalized”, my aunty said.Her voice seemed too full of excitement.I knew she was not my mother but I never knew getting rid of me was one of her priorities.Even though I did not blame her.I looked from him to her, searching for answers or searching for a sign that it was not real, but a crazy dream.I found none.I had nothing to say.What could I say?“I must take my leave and allow you ladies to prepare for tomorrow”, Chidiuto said as he rose to his feet.Standing in his full length he looked like an even bigger giant.My aunty followed suit and led him to the door.I sat down, glued to the chair and empty of words.Was had just happened?Soon after my aunt walked back in the palor and I heard her say something but wasn’t sure what.“God must know what he is doing.Chetachi!”, I heard her say with way too much enthusiasm for her.I looked over to smiling woman.It had been so long I saw her smile that almost looked unrecognizable.My confusion on why she would agree was solved.“Cheta, your husband has promised to change my life and yours.The bride price he already presented me is enough for me to move to the city and comfortably live the rest of my life.You will be so taken care of”, she goshed.Poverty might have been her only reason for being so grim afterall.I couldn’t blame her.We had enough to survive, but that was it, only enough so the both of us could live.Beside me, she had no other family.My mother was her sister, after she passed, she had her husband. Then before they could have children?He died as well. Leaving me as her last remaining relative, she was my only family as well.My brain stabilized as I watched her dimples and her smile reach her eyes.I couldn’t take this from her, she needed this win.“I will”, was all I managed to say.The smile that lit her face this time lit my face as well.“Cheta, God is finally working in our favor”, she said.Her hands were on mine in a motherly manner, just like the first day I met her and she tried to comfort me. Telling me I had her and her husband.“Thank God”, I said.Aunty Oluochi pulled me in, embracing me tightly. For the first time in years I felt her warmth and I wasn’t going to ruin it.If marrying the strange man will keep a smile on her face then so be it.Time flew. From the moment I agreed to the marriage and Aunty took me to the market to at least get something presentable for it. To when the elders and his people shared kola and drank wine as a sign of agreement of peace. I barely had any time to rethink my decision. Even though I would have still arrived at the same decision, yet I wished I had more time, more time to myself. To meditate on what this meant for me, to think of how I would manage. I didn’t have enough time. Before I knew it I was married under the laws of customs. In the eyes of my people, I was already a married woman. At the age of 21 married a man I did not know. A Mrs was placed before my name within only 2 days, I didn’t have enough time to keep my title of Ms. I was now Mrs Kingsley, a name I was only aware of a few hours ago. I didn’t know how to feel, what to feel. “Mma”, I heard my new husband call, making me turn around to face him. His voice was just as it usually was, smooth and deep. Smooth enou
Her eyes were lit the moment we walked into the hotel, but the moment the door to the room swung open, her eyes were as bright as fire flies. Her eyes wandered all around the room, from the ceilings to the walls and then the furniture. The room had a common area which we currently stood in, and two rooms. It wasn’t the best hotel I had ever been in but the look on her face made me glad I chose this one.“You should get some rest”, I proposed. I could tell my voice pulled her out of her thoughts. Like she remembered I stood next to her and she still had a grip on my arm. I led her to her room and she followed obediently. I wondered how obedient she could be. Cheta’s POVHe didn’t give me any time to react or thank him after dropping off at my room. The room was covered with shopping bags, with clothes and there were trays of food. Different food of all kinds. Swallow, with 4 different soups, fried rice, jollof, rice and stew, rice and vegetable, yam and egg sauce and some pastri
Her moaning made me fight myself not to kiss her. When her eyes shut closed and she chewed on a piece of food, a beautiful sound escaped her that I wished I could cause and hear at will. When my hands touched her smooth skin, her skin betrayed her and it tinted itself with red. I was glad she had skin that could tell me how she felt. I didn’t know how I got so mesmerized by a woman so quickly, but I didn’t care to fight it. As she sat on my lap and was tasting new food, I just watched her. I felt bliss. For most of my life, I worked day and night. On one thing or another, either taking steps to my goals or when my goals were accomplished I fought to stay on top. Yet with I felt the most relaxed I had been for years, her smile was all I wanted to fight for. The thought of her brought me so much relief and peace that I couldn’t think of her away. Despite the fact she didn’t know me, besides the fact she was practically sold by her aunt she wasn’t hostile or rude. She was anythin
I walked into my room feeling butterflies in my stomach. I wasn’t sure how a kiss should feel like, or how I should feel minutes later but I felt light, as light as feather. I felt like I was no longer bonded to the earth, instead I felt like I was floating. Was that how it was supposed to be? It didn’t matter, because it felt good. Ramiel wanted us to eat out for dinner. He told me to get dressed before he placed a delicate kiss on my cheek which I still felt minutes later. I opened the wardrobe and allowed my eyes scan through, hoping to find something I would like to wear. I dived in and spotted a beautiful blue dress, the dress only synched at the waist but was flowed down freely, it looked like it would stop a little above my knees. It was an off shoulder and had a lace pattern at the top making it very unique. The dress looked so unique and expensive.I don’t think I had ever worn or owned something that looked and felt this expensive. It was very obvious to me now that
I wasn’t sure for how long I was ‘shopping’ for. I had replaced my basket for a bigger one and now the bigger basket was replaced with a cart. He said to get whatever intrigued me, despite the fact that allot of things here intrigued me and I couldn’t get the whole shop. I carried items that were non perishable. I took some hair care products I had never seen before and all had good promises for natural hair. I got some snacks from the edibles sections, sweet things ranging from ‘cookies’ to just sweets and chocolates and ‘gummy bears’. I even got to the children’s section and was intrigued by a teddy bear and got that as well. Currently I was on the isle that had perfumes. My eyes had been wondering for a while, though many intrigued me, I wasn’t too keen on getting a scent that was too harsh or something I wouldn’t like. I couldn’t force myself to spray it till it was finished. Finally I saw two scents that did, making me pause in my tracks. Vanilla. The scent was familiar.
“Iris, what is this?Like the 5th time you’ve called me?I told you I will be back by Monday”, Ramiel complained into his phone. We were both in the living room, he suggested we watched a movie and we had picked Mulan. He somehow knew how to show what was on his laptop on the TV that hung on the wall. I was totally engrossed by the real life action of Mulan until a call interrupted us. Iris. The only name he had repeated in all the other calls. Why was she pestering him? What could be so important thatcouldn't wait till Monday? Beats me because I had no idea. “Then so be it Iris, if you can not handle the deal on your own then so be it. Goodnight Iris, it’s 10:42pm over here”, he said, cutting the call abruptly. “What is so important?”, I asked him, genuinely curious to know what the fuss was about. “This deal apparently couldn’t wait to be closed. They’re threatening to pull out”, he said. His voice showed frustration. “What’s going to happen if they do?”. “My company los
Somehow within the night, I ended up with my husband’s strong arm wrapped around me while my back touched his bare back. It felt good. He felt warm. Even with the blanket wrapped around me, I was still freezing. But when I felt his arms arms around me. I felt myself just melt into his warmth. He didn’t pull away even once. I was too light a sleeper to miss that. His grip around me stayed that way all through the night. From time to time he would move his head, or he would pull me even closer(if that were even possible). But that aside he didn’t let go. This morning when he finally pulled away and I felt a kiss on my cheek, my eyes slowly peeled open to the site of him. I watched his bare and perfectly sculpted back as he made his way towards what seemed like the bathroom. I sat up and yawned tiredly, adjusting to the little sunlight that lit his room. The room was less cold, I looked around trying to find the AC and then smiling when I realized it was off. “Did I wake you?”,
I wasn’t too sure what kept me stunned and speechless during Ramiel and Iris conversation. As usual it all seemed fast. I wanted to greet her, though I still felt she wouldn’t acknowledge me. I wasn’t the most outspoken person, that was something I knew for a fact. People barely noticed me and even when they did they would forget because I barely made an impression, I barely made an impact, I barely made them remember me. Or maybe I was wrong. But just a few moments ago when I stood beside my husband and watched his interaction with this beautiful and perfectly made woman, I was stunned and I felt so small the moment she graced us with her presence. The way her perfect, long legs took elegant steps on those high beautiful heels, the way she never loosed her balance, like every step she took was choreographed.She never got distracted by anything other than her purpose of being there. The way her beautiful green eyes challenged even Ramiel. She was strong, fierce, determined. I