The last wedding episode 1

Episode 1
She isn’t physically strong, her b©dy typology
made it obvious because she’s not just fair in
complexion but also had a delicate skin. Her
beauty is incomparable, tracing from the long
br@zilian hair and fixed eyelashes with a little
make-up which vividly escalated the appearance
of a Marin queen from her. All these qualities she
possessed was as a result of her family
background; they were not only rich but wealthy
too. She rested on her be-d with her two legs
folded like a Muslim reciting Quran in a mosque.
She wore only a bombshort and a white t©p like
singlet which expo-sed the hand of her black br@.
She was actually on a phone call when the
mother barge into the room and called on her,
“Yes, mum!” she hung up the call instantly
because the way in which her name was
exclaimed by the mother indicated that something
was terribly wrong.
“Who were you with on the phone?”
“Is my course-mate who I told you is getting
married soon and I’m her chief bride’s maid”
“Hey!” the mother exhaled. “This marriage or
wedding has entered into your br@in. Every time
wedding wedding wedding, you keep attending
other’s wedding but you’ll never plan to have
yours. This p@rticular wedding that is coming up
has made you lose your s-en-se of reasoning! Now,
do you remember you put something on fire?”
Hearing that, Chisom jumped up from the be-d like
a frog escaping from a reptile. “I totally forgot,
mum!” she hurriedly entered into the kitchen while
the mother shook her head negatively and closed
the door to leave but suddenly returned to the
room, picked up her daughter’s phone to know
the last caller. She saw the name ‘Abigail’ then
dropped back the phone. Among all the wedding
ceremonies her daughter attended both when she
was an un-dergraduate and as a graduate, there
was something strange about this p@rticular one
she wanted to attend, but she couldn’t put a
f!nger on it.
Nigeria is a great country where great things also
happen. People die in several ways that, even me,
the writer of this story, wonder if actually God is
alive. People are slaughtered like cows, die in the
quest of looking for a job, in the hands of their
best friends and in birthday p@rties and wedding
ceremonies. This was an experience Chisom was
about to get into. But you know what they say,
“Experience is the best teacher”
Mr and Mrs Desmond, Chisom’s parents, could
been seen inside the be-droom. It was late hour in
the night, the dimness of the sanctum could
testify for that. Only the light coming from a
plasma television opposite their matrimonial be-d
made few things visible in the room. Mr Desmond
was actually awake watching midnight news
when the wife, Esther, woke up after stretching
her b©dy. She sat up.
“Yes?” the husband replied without a glance at
“We nee-d to discuss about how to get our
daughter married. She’s not getting younger”
“Women!” Mr Desmond lowered the volume of the
television. “Aren’t you the one who insisted that
your daughter gets married to a rich person
instead of the young poor guy called Ubiji who
wants to marry her, but you and your daughter
have practically kicked him off your sight. What
else do you want me to do?”
“You have connections, you can connect her
“Never will I do that. Chisom is old enough to
know what is good for her” the husband
interrupted and raised the volume of the television
moderately. The wife had no choice but to go
back to sleep too.
The following morning, Ubiji prepared to visit the
girl he claims that had taken his heart. He was
just a common teacher even though he wishes to
be a lecturer one day. Even at that, he had a
bigger dream of being a famous actor because
God endowed him with the talent of act.
He approached to the gate of the residence of Mr
Desmond looking like a cooperatives teacher; a
white long sleeve shi-t well tucked in in a black
plain trou-sers. A red and blue pen rested in the
front pocket of the shi-t, that, even a mad man
would un-derstand his profession without being
told. Luckily for him, immediately he got to the
gate, the gateman opened it for Mr Desmond to
drive out. He stood by the side waiting for the car
to come out before proceeding. He waved at Mr
Desmond even though he didn’t see him because
of the black and reflective nature of the car glas-s.
Desmond whined down the glas-s. “How are you,
“I’m fine sir” he smiled replying the greeting. Mr
Desmond had been the only one who makes him
feel welcomed, so the smiles on his face wasn’t
After the greetings, the car drove out. Ubiji slowly
walked into the large compound twisting his
hands, he was actually nervous because that
wasn’t his first time of going there and disgraced
by Chisom and her mother. Before he stepped
into the frontage, Mrs Esther, Chisom’s mother
“Hey hey hey, where do you think you are going
“I.. I.. I c@m£ to see.. hum.. Chisom” he
“Have we not warned you not to come here? Just
go away! My daughter doesn’t want you. How do
you want me to say it? You are just a common
clas-sroom teacher. Have you conducted the
morning as-sembly before coming here?” she
laughed at him in mockery manner.
Just before Ubiji said a word, a soapy water from
upstairs poured on his b©dy. Aminu, the
uneducated Hausa gateman, witnessed the
shameful act. Ubiji looked up to see Chisom with
a bucket, obviously, she was the one who poured
the water.
“The next one gonna be acid if you don’t make a
U-turn” she warned from upstairs.
“Aminu!” Mrs Esther called on the gateman. “Take
this idiot out!”
However, Ubiji had began to leave the compound
slowly. He made several pauses on his way out
which provoked Aminu to the extent he was
f0rç£d to push him, yet, he kept ma-king several
pauses on the way.
“Oga, make I dey go my house na! I dey go, I dey
st©p, I dey go, I dey st©p, whalai, I be push and
Ubiji neglected his uncomprehending statement,
looked back for the last time and went home
thinking about how he met Chisom:
That was a faithful Sunday morning, he saw her
struggling with her car tyre which stocked into a
gutter at a programme he was invited to by his
friend. As a gentle guy, he approached and help
her out.
“Thank you” she had said.
“Welcome” he replied.
“How may i pay you back?”
“Just grant me the permission of taking you out”
She smiled then both exchanged contact, but the
very moment Chisom learnt that he was jut a
teacher, she began to avoid him..
Few days later, Chisom and her friend set to go
for the wedding ceremony of Abigail. They were to
travel to a far distance but within the eastern p@rt
of Nigeria; from Anambr@ to Enugu state. They
were four girls who were as excited as Chisom to
witness the wedding of their dear friend, Abigail.
All prepared to leave from the compound of Mr
Desmond using one of his cars. They entered right
in the pres£nce of these couple and set the car in
“Bye, mum!” Chisom shouted.
“Bye my dear” the mother waved at her. How
could she had known that that would be the last
time she will set her eyes on her daughter? What
a pity?
On the other hand, how would the girls know that
they were being set up for slaughter and for
money ritual?
Being a faithful God, God began to reveal
whatever that was going to happen to Chisom
and her friends to Ubiji in a dream. It was
actually a nightmare! After seeing how people
were slaughtered in the dream until the very turn
of Chisom, Ubiji woke up sweating all over his
b©dy. “No!” he rushed out from his one room
ap@rtment without knowing that the only thing he
had on his b©dy was bo-xers and a singlet…