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The last wedding – Season 1 – [Episode 1 – 7]

The last wedding

The last wedding


THE LAST WEDDING

(Slaughters)

Episode 1

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She isn’t physically strong, her body 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

Brazilian 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 bed with her two legs

folded like a Muslim reciting Quran in a mosque.

She wore only a bombshort and a white top like

singlet which exposed the hand of her black bra.

She was actually on a phone call when the

mother barge into the room and called on her,

“Chisom!”

“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 brain. Every time

wedding wedding wedding, you keep attending

other’s wedding but you’ll never plan to have

yours. This particular wedding that is coming up

has made you lose your sense of reasoning! Now,

do you remember you put something on fire?”

Hearing that, Chisom jumped up from the bed 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 undergraduate and as a graduate, there

was something strange about this particular one

she wanted to attend, but she couldn’t put a

finger 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 parties and wedding

ceremonies. This was an experience Chisom was

about to get into. But you know what they say,

“Experience is the best teacher”

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Mr and Mrs Desmond, Chisom’s parents, could

been seen inside the bedroom. 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 bed

made few things visible in the room. Mr Desmond

was actually awake watching midnight news

when the wife, Esther, woke up after stretching

her body. She sat up.

“Honey,”

“Yes?” the husband replied without a glance at

her.

“We need 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

with..”

“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.

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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 shirt well tucked in in a black

plain trousers. A red and blue pen rested in the

front pocket of the shirt, that, even a mad man

would understand 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 glass.

Desmond whined down the glass. “How are you,

Ubiji”

“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

factitious.

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

barked.

“Hey hey hey, where do you think you are going

to?”

“I.. I.. I came to see.. hum.. Chisom” he

stammered.

“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

classroom teacher. Have you conducted the

morning assembly before coming here?” she

laughed at him in mockery manner.

Just before Ubiji said a word, a soapy water from

upstairs poured on his body. 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

forced to push him, yet, he kept making several

pauses on the way.

“Oga, make I dey go my house na! I dey go, I dey

stop, I dey go, I dey stop, whalai, I be push and

follow?”

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..

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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 part

of Nigeria; from Anambra 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 presence of these couple and set the car in

motion.

“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

body. “No!” he rushed out from his one room

apartment without knowing that the only thing he

had on his body was boxers and a singlet…

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TO BE CONTINUED

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