MY DAUGHTER MY WIFE
Episode 30
CHUKS’ POV
After I hung up the call with Andy my friend, I became so happy and confident that I would be able to ask Meg to be my girlfriend without having to get a wrong reaction first-hand.
I quickly called her and wanted to know if we could hang out later that night. She sounded uninterested, but agreed to come out, nonetheless.
“Look, I didn’t come to Nigeria to hang out every now and then, just to shawarma and barbecue, I planned to sleep tonight, but I’ll just come since you really want me to” she told me when I continyed to pressure her into agreeing to come for the date.
I got everything prepared for the night and went out to get myself prepared.
I needed to get a fresh haircut and a new perfume to add to my self confidence.
Andy had always made fun of me and my imagination that one type of perfume never gave me the kind of confidence I needed, whenever it mattered.
I was just getting out of the shopping mall where I went to pick up the perfume and some other things I thought I could need for a successful outing that night, when I ran into Madonna.
She was in an almost unrecognizable state with her hair looking as unkempt as that of Ikenga, a confessed wïtch and màd woman in my village.
I had almost gotten into my car when she approached me, looking at me pleadingly.
“Please uncle Chuks, help me. I’m in a very bad state now and I need help” she said, making me wish I could give her a really hard slàp.
“Of course you need to be in a bad state Madonna. I only didn’t expect that you’d be looking this bàdly barely a year after you left my friend for deåd” I told her àngrily.
I heard that she had returned from Sokoto where Garba had left her with his other wives. According to the story, she had some complications while trying to give birth to her baby because if it’s huge size, and Garba told her he had to return to Lagos to look for money.
Garba’s other wives made some payments when she seemed so close to losing her life, and an emergency C’s had to be performed on her to save the child.
My neighbour, for whom Garba now works, told me how Madonna had traced Garba to Lagos and found him in his compound and all hêll let loose.
She was said to have created a hèll of a scene as she complained about how she had to work her bones out to pay the remaining hospital bills to get her out of the hospital, only for her to find out that Garba had just taken a new wife, one who returned to Lagos with him.
“Chuks, you won’t believe it! That girl was ready to pull my house down that day because the guy said he didn’t have the time for her troubles when she had just put to bed.
“I nearly cried myself, when I heard Garba telling her to return to Sokoto because he could only accommodate a woman that could withstand him in bed per time, and since she had just had a C’S, she was to stay at least one year in Sokoto, until she was fit for him in bed, the he could bring her to Lagos and return the other one, who must be heavily pregnant by then” my neighbour told me
So I could already picture Madonna in the shìt she created for herself, I just didn’t imagine she was going to look that bad.
“Please uncle Chuks, I know I did so many bad things. I even hurt my daddy so bãdly, but it wasn’t intentional.
“I have been looking for a way to find him since I returned to Lagos, but I haven’t been able to get a clue on how to see him.
“I was passing by now, and saw your car, so I thought that I could get you to help me reach him” she told me.
“Reach him? Wait, are you talking about reaching Andy? Oh don’t make me laugh Madonna.
“That man was never in your league, and even though in his low moments he went so low and got entangled with you, right now, he doesn’t have the ability to go low
“Yes! That ability has long been taken off him by his soon to be wife. So here’s the best advice for you.
“Get yourself back to the village, behave yourself and maybe, just maybe, your grandma would be able to arrange you for one of the old widowers in the village and you can get to bear some legitimate children in your life time” I told her.
She looked at me with tears in her eyes, then made to walk away, but turned around and asked if I could help her with some money.
“The woman I work for won’t allow me eat until all the plates have been washed and the entire restaurant mopped.
“I can manage myself, but she thinks allowing me stay with my baby in the packing store is enough favour, she wouldn’t hear a thing about giving me anything reasonable enough to feed the poor child” she told me, and even though I had intended to get into my car and get on with the all important date I had coming, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of pàin as I imagined what the little baby must have been through, since it was born.
I got my wallet out and gave her some cash, but also asked her to come to my house the next day so I could make proper arrangements to send her to the village.
Madonna thanked me profusely, looking so beaten, changed and totally broken as I drove away from the shopping mall.
I rushed home to change into the right outfit for my date, and called Meg again to be sure she was coming.
The things I needed for my proposal had already been arranged and made available for the people who I hired to assist me that night.
At the appointed time, I drove towards the hotel and stayed behind the shadows, waiting for Meg to make her way to the seat number I told her I booked for us.
When she arrived, she seemed shocked to notice that I hadn’t arrived, and gave me a call.
I told her I was close by, but she should make an order for both of us before I arrived.
The arrangement was for the waiter assigned to the table I booked to place the paper graffiti I made on the table when she made the order.
I watched from a safe distance as she looked at the words the waiter had dropped on the table and held her hands over her mouth as if suppressing a screàm.
Her expressions and body language made me believe she was going to say yes, so the anxiety to hold her and give her a really good kiss, made me rush out even before I could get an actual understanding of what she meant with her reaction.
“Why did you have to do this?” she asked me as soon as I walked up to her, making my heart almost stop beating.
“Erm Meg…” I was still saying, trying to steady my voice that was shaking
“Why did you have to keep me waiting for you to ask for so long? I thought you were never going to ask!” she said and I nearly faintèd.
“OMG! Is that a yes? Does it mean I can hold and kiss you?” I asked her, my whole body almost shivering.
“No Chuks, don’t you dare kiss me. Wait till I grow old enough to be a grandma before you do it you blöckhead!
“Damnît Chuks, I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me and just say a sweet word, even if it’s just one word, but you made me nearly lose faith and almost concluded you’re not straight!” she told me with a smirk.
And that was it! I can’t remember what led to what again or what happened after the other, but I had Meg in my arms the whole of that night, kissing and cuddling, and only not going as far as I would have wanted, because she wouldn’t let me!
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