“WILL YOU MARRY ME?” (3) SHORT STORY
Hi! I actually posted this third episode shortly after the second but it accidentally got deleted after it had been read and got quite a bit of reaction. I’ve been trying to see if I could get it back from Google Cache but that didn’t work. I apologise for the mixup and hereby repost it.
The last segment of this story ended where recently engaged Obinna and Tonye were planning to go out for a quiet celebratory meal. Obinna, in his narration, hinted that a tornado (he actually said “bulldozer”) was about to hit them. Let us see in what form it comes. Will be delighted to read your impressions of this episode and the entire story and request that you share it across social media. May God deliver you from all manner of confusion and help you to discern His will in everything concerning you in Jesus’ name.
“WILL YOU MARRY ME?” (3)
When I came out of my room, Tonye asked me to give her a few minutes to brush her hair. I strolled to the front of our compound. No sooner had I come out of the gate than a Hummer Jeep parked in front of our building. In the passenger seat was a tall, handsome young man I recognised as Godwin, Tonye’s elder brother, who had brought her back after the Christmas break.
Too soon for a visit, don’t you think? I wasn’t ready to meet the in-laws yet. The driver, I noticed as he disembarked, was a stocky guy, a little shorter than me (l’m 5 ft. 10″) and bulkier. He had the arrogant look of someone who had made some serious money a little too soon. While Godwin came over to say hello because he recognised me from his last visit, the guy was priming himself by the side mirror of his vehicle. I too ignored him.
Realising that this visit will throw our plans for the afternoon askew, I sent Tonye a quick text as soon as the visitors crossed the gate: “Ur bro, Godwin, is here. Wl b in my room.”
Call it fear, call it wisdom, I figured that Tonye and I had got to where the rubber meets the road in our relationship in just a matter of hours. Introducing me as her fiancé to fellow corps members at the lodge was one thing, but doing the same to her elder brother was a totally different thing. Would she have the courage to do so? Did I want her to do so? Was the whole thing not moving too fast? As I mulled these questions over in my mind, I didn’t know that bigger problems lay ahead.
“Tnx. Dnt go aniwia,” Tonye texted back.
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I decided to soak some Ijebu garri and drink, to partially assuage my hunger while waiting to see how things would unfold. Then I picked up an old Sidney Sheldon novel I had borrowed from a student on campus and was soon lost in the espionage and intrigue as the plot took the protagonist to major European cities.
About an hour later, a pounding on my door jolted me back to reality. I couldn’t imagine who could be doing that. I rushed out before they break the lock and incur me unnecessary expense.
“Is this the rat you are referring to?” shouted the stocky guy who came to visit Tonye.
“Boma, calm down …,” Godwin was saying.
“How old are you, corper?” the guy screamed. “Do you think that marriage is a joke? Who gave you the ba#ls to propose to my woman before me and confuse her?”
I was staring like a deer in the headlights. What was I to say? “Sorry” didn’t seem appropriate and I wasn’t really sorry.
“You’re making a scene, Boma,” Godwin said, trying to pull the guy away from my door. All the while, I was wondering where Tonye was and why I couldn’t come up with a clever or forceful retort. “You brought expensive gifts, wads of cash and a diamond ring. I don’t see any competition here. It’s just youthful exuberance,” Godwin continued.
Undeterred, the guy resumed his yelling: “I will deal with you, I swear. If you finish your service year without any problem, know that I am not BB, Boma Briggs. I will get some boys to teach you a lesson. I will make sure you get an extension. I will so deal with you…”
By this time, Godwin was dragging him away and he stormed out of the compound. Godwin went to Tonye’s room and a few minutes later, they joined the furious fellow and drove away.
You can see my present predicament. If my colleagues made fun of me before, now they have enough ammunition to flatten me out, having watched the whole drama. But that is the least of my worries. I’m not even afraid of Mr Briggs’ threats. What I want to know is the status of my relationship with Tonye. I want to know what possessed me to propose to her early this morning.
My next door neighbour, Bimbo, says it’s witchcraft, that enemies of her family saw that she was about to be settled and pushed me to scatter it. The guys in my compound feel that Tonye does not love the guy BB and tried to use me to deflect his advances. A sister from our fellowship who came to visit me shortly after said the man must be a cultist and God used me to stop Tonye from marrying him. But have I really done that? It’s 9 p.m. and Tonye is still not back and I haven’t received so much as a word from her.
And how about my heart? If I’m to believe the sister’s perspective, then I’m not really meant to marry Tonye. But the way I’m feeling now, it just seems like I will die if I don’t. I’ve never felt this way in my whole life. Which brings me to my initial question: Who engineered this whole thing – God or the devil? And what am I supposed to do?
Ⓒ Edith Ugochi Ohaja 2018The best answer when confused can be found if we pray and listen closely to our hearts. Click To Tweet
Hi! This is my favourite part, where we talk about the story.
What do you do when you are confused?
Who do you think was behind Obinna and Tonye’s engagement: God or the devil?
What advice do you have for them?
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