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| Re: Ogechi & I by kenwins(f): 1:50pm On Mar 20, 2015 |
Jezuzboi,abeg no vex say i wan stain ur wall...abi mk i talk say i don stain am... Please let's read "unholy matrimony" by candy and let's not stop at reading but cast our vote for her as the best writer of the month. She deserves it guyz. God bless as you do. Link to vote is below: https://www.nairaland.com/1804027/free-n5000-writer-here-every/56 by the way,nyc work.... Jesusboy,dnt miss ogechi's nxt tv program oo |
| Re: Ogechi & I by jezuzboi(m): 2:00pm On Mar 20, 2015 |
Elparaiso:Thank you plenty mai broda............, Update dey road................, Fembleez1:Thank you ooh, we'll surely ride together. In fact, we go fly together. prettydiva89:Chai!!! Sorry oo!! Thank you for reminding me again. I wont forget again this time. kenwins:No problem kenwins. It's allowed. As for candy, I've voted her already as one of my writers' for the month. Talking about Ogechi's TV program, I'm looking forward to it. That is if Cynthia does not blow my mind with swag before then. lol Next Update drops immediately. Thanks guys for taking out precious time to read. God bless. 1 Like |
| Re: Ogechi & I by jezuzboi(m): 2:01pm On Mar 20, 2015 |
[b]EPISODE 17 Cynthia and I went to a cinema one evening for a movie premiere of one of Hollywood’s best directors who was Cynthia’s acquaintance. Cynthia looked like a diva in the dress she had on. Nearly everyone who had known Cynthia to be a model was there. They all wanted to take a picture with her. Whenever anyone wanted to snap with her, she demanded that I stand by her. Cynthia made every preferential treatment given to her to pass through me. She made it seem as though she wouldn’t do anything without my approval. If anyone wanted to speak with her privately, they would have to ask me. I would then permit her and give her the number of minutes she was to spend with each person. I didn’t do any of those on my own accord. I just played along with her the moment I realized she wanted it that way. The big moment came when Cynthia and the other models got together. Cynthia wouldn’t let me go for even one second. Six other astonishingly beautiful models from the different continents of the world came and joined me and Cynthia on our table. I was very particular about the one among them who had an Italian accent. The way she talked made me want to kiss her. The way she smiled impressed me a whole lot. And the way she moved her body engaged my imagination and I swore in my heart that I was going meet her privately no matter the cost. Cynthia was just showing me off like say I be Obama pikin. I was cool with it. I loved the feeling. I cracked a lot of jokes that made the models laugh their hearts out. We began discussing about the movie that was premiered. All the models starred in the movie except Cynthia. I asked why she wasn’t a part of it and she said she wanted to limit her nude appearances on TV because she didn’t want to be seen as an indecent girl. That sounded like trash to the other models because as far as there are concerned, nudity wasn’t anything to be shy of anymore. Cynthia explained that she was an African girl who was hoping to marry an African man. A Nigerian man to be specific. ‘Nigerians don’t see it the same way the Americans do’ she said to the models. ‘An American man may let his wife go nude on TV for the sake of career, but a Nigerian man will definitely not’. The models disagreed with her and there was a little argument on that subject. The stand of American men on public nudity was known, but that of and African man wasn’t. And since I was the only African man present there, I had to stand in for all African men and give my opinion on that matter. I didn’t contribute on my own oo. One of the models asked me if what Cynthia said about African men was true. I tried to dodge the question but as soon as the model with the Italian accent urged me to say something, I didn’t delay for even one second before I started talking like machine. I wasn’t giving my sincere opinion at all. Whatever the Italian girl said was what I concurred to. Cynthia was surprised at me. She couldn’t believe her ears and I didn’t mind. Whatever would jeopardize my chances with the Italian girl was discarded without a second thought. What made me see the Italian girl in a different light was what I couldn’t figure out. She simply found her way to my heart and I went along with the drive. We discussed about many things. These models didn’t see me as who I really was but as one of the big shots they hadn’t gotten to know yet. Midway into our discussion the Australian model among them enquired to know me. Cynthia gave me a profile I had not given to myself even in my imagination. She told them all I was and added all I was yet to be. She was right to tell them I’m a singer, actor, writer and poet. Instead of ending there she told them I was working hand in hand with all those people she introduced me to. What she said of me made those girls believe that I could play a role or two to get them to greater heights in their career. And that made it easy for me to access the Italian girl without stress. There was no end to the preferential treatments I got from those girls. Time came for the director of the movie that was premiered to be honored for directing such a nice movie. One of the models who starred in the movie was called on to say a thing or two about the movie before the director was called on to be honored. Incidentally, it was the Italian model that was called on. She went out there and started talking about the movie and praising the director of the movie. To my greatest surprise, she said director was too great a man to be called to stage by a lone lady. So she said she was going to call on someone she deemed worthy to come join her usher in the director. ‘Ladies and gentlemen’, she said, help me welcome Jesusboy’. The audience clapped as though they knew who was called. I was shaken by that development. I never imagined standing before such dignitaries anytime soon. I thought I had overcome stage fright when I started acting drama in church but then it occurred to me that I still had fright left in me. Honestly I didn’t want to go. If I had the opportunity, I would have ran out so that it would be that I wasn’t around when I was called on. Even Cynthia was flabbergasted. But then she urged me to go join her. Cynthia would never discourage me to do anything that would add to my prestige. By the time she said a word or two to me, I gathered courage and joined the Italian girl on stage. She handed the microphone to me and I said a few things I normally said whenever I spoke before an audience. But I noticed that those people appreciated almost everything you had to offer. The few times I made presentations in Nigeria, I had to prepare and prepare as if I was going to win an award for it. Even at that, I hardly touched the heart of my listeners. So I had to put extra effort to make sure that my presentation was not a dry one. But in this case, it was different. The moment I stepped on stage and got the microphone I was so nervous. So I released a deep breath with the microphone close to my mouth and the sound echoed in the auditorium. Just when I was about starting to feel I had embarrassed myself, the audience applauded. I was shocked. Was it me or someone else? I looked at their faces and saw them smiling at me as though I had made their day. In order to clear my doubt I released a deep breath again and they applauded again. It was really me. At that very moment, my self-esteem tripled up. The fright diminished and I began to speak like who they all believed me to be. I called the director to stage. He gave his speech which he began by thanking me and the Italian girl whom he referred to as my woman. He thought we were dating, and so he made others think. His speech was over and we left to our table to join Cynthia and the others. What just happened became the topic of our discussion. The Italian girl was seen as my woman so we had to stick together to put up a good show. People who saw me on stage drew close to me afterwards to get to know me better. The Italian girl assumed Cynthia’s responsibilities immediately. She wouldn’t let me speak for myself. She just kept quoting Cynthia to all who came to me. All those people saw me as a star in the movie and music industry, and were looking forward to my movies and songs which I promised to make public soon. I eventually got to spend time alone with the Italian girl. We got talking. Her accent never stopped impressing me. Cynthia was watching us from a distance with an unusual countenance on her face. She was all alone, sipping her strawberry juice little by little. We discussed for a very long while. Then a white man approached us and called on her. She asked him to give her a minute but the man insisted on seeing her right away. He didn’t look happy, but I could tell I wasn’t the one he was angry with. The girl went to meet him and they walked a little distance away from me and started speaking Italian. Suddenly the started raising their voices at each other. I got angry with the man for raising her voice on the girl and wanted to intervene before I heard the man say out loud in English; I’m not giving you the divorce! Ewoo! Person wife? I couldn’t to spend a single minute waiting for her on realizing she was married. All my feelings for her went dead immediately and I started feeling guilty for having left Cynthia who placed so much value on me to be with someone else’s wife who was asking for a divorce. I left there unnoticed by the Italian girl and went to join Cynthia. I knew she wasn’t happy, I just didn’t know to what extent she had gotten angry. Secondly, I didn’t know how to access her heart. If it were Ogechi, I would just kneel down and her anger will vanish immediately. Since I didn’t know what to do to calm Cynthia, I just started making jokes she didn’t laugh to. All the while, most people who passed my way often stopped by to introduce themselves to me and make me an acquaintance since they all thought I was one of the stars. An elderly man then came to me and shook hands with me, telling me how honored he was to get to know me. Your woman is a beauty; he said referring to the Italian girl. I quickly objected and said; she isn’t my woman. I pointed to Cynthia and said; this right here is my woman. Cynthia turned her face slowly towards me in amazement. The man said; but she ain’t the girl who called you out before us. The girl who called me out was representing her because she was feeling a little bit heavy and couldn’t afford to stand for that long’ I said. The man shook his head in agreement and said; she also is a beauty indeed. Cynthia smiled. Yes! I have broken the yoke. But wait a minute, did I break a yoke or did I just put a yoke on me? To be continued.[/b] 5 Likes 1 Share |
| Re: Ogechi & I by Nobody: 3:31pm On Mar 20, 2015 |
Jesusboy,have done all i could. You have to face this alone |
| Re: Ogechi & I by Missmossy(f): 3:47pm On Mar 20, 2015 |
Ghen-ghen  love turns sour. |
| Re: Ogechi & I by kenwins(f): 3:57pm On Mar 20, 2015 |
Nyc update dear..tnx for the vote. Prettydiva89, have you casted ur vote already? If not,do so now... Candyy deserves ur vote. |
| Re: Ogechi & I by harjibolar10(m): 5:28pm On Mar 20, 2015 |
did I break a yoke or did I just put a yoke on me? What did you think you just did? Anyways, just tell her say, she be the second wife ooo, cos the lead actress is still there ooo Keep em coming boss |
| Re: Ogechi & I by harjibolar10(m): 5:33pm On Mar 20, 2015 |
Fembleez1:Praise jah 1 Like |
| Re: Ogechi & I by eitsei(m): 6:35pm On Mar 20, 2015 |
patiently waiting for d nxt update |
| Re: Ogechi & I by Nobody: 6:48pm On Mar 20, 2015 |
kenwins:i have |
| Re: Ogechi & I by Fembleez1(m): 7:05pm On Mar 20, 2015 |
harjibolar10: I could have said Halle,.......... But we don't say that during lent, so I will say may his name be praised forever!.  1 Like |
| Re: Ogechi & I by jezuzboi(m): 8:47pm On Mar 20, 2015 |
prettydiva89:Pleeeaaassseeeee....................,,, kenwins:You're welcome Missmossy:Bitter Sweet Experience harjibolar10:I will surely let her know. eitsei:You'll definitely have it before noon tomorrow. It's been wonderful having you all here. |
| Re: Ogechi & I by harbimbholar(m): 8:33am On Mar 21, 2015 |
d story is faction;fiction plus fact 1 Like |
| Re: Ogechi & I by Darus05(m): 9:15am On Mar 21, 2015 |
Wow...nice to be here,I've finally caught up with u guys,Jezuzboi u ar doing a very nice work here. |
| Re: Ogechi & I by Psalmwise(m): 12:20pm On Mar 21, 2015 |
Jezuzboi... U dn start love eepisode...wey u uresef no go fit premiere d movie for cinema You get wat I mean Thumbs up Nigga ...u re highly rated..... You deserve the Nairaland default weldone greetinB JEZUZBOI YOU ARE THA BOMB  Buh jezuzboi u nah gentl nigga...u nvr eventry keess...any of d babes..even housgirl....Jez on OBS level You are good |
| Re: Ogechi & I by jezuzboi(m): 12:41pm On Mar 21, 2015 |
harbimbholar:For Real Darus05:Thanks for joining us and catching up. The journey promises to be more exciting. Psalmwise:Thanks for the WELDONE my broe, i really appreciate. As for the gentility, ee dey my bloood. lol  GOOD AFTERNOON OOOOOOOOOO |
| Re: Ogechi & I by jezuzboi(m): 12:42pm On Mar 21, 2015 |
[b]EPISODE 18 The movie premiere finally came to an end. I and Cynthia made sure to say goodbye to a good number of people before leaving. Cynthia drove the car. Midway home she made a turn that didn’t lead to her house. Where’s she going? I asked in my heart. I said nothing to her because I didn’t want anything that would ruin the mood I had succeeded to get her into by pronouncing her my woman. I knew she took it seriously. But I didn’t bother to find a way to make her understand I wasn’t really serious. I was exhausted already and wanted to rest badly. In addition, I have been proclaimed a celebrity in the presence of dignitaries who have identified with me and expect to watch my films and listen to my music. That became a problem to me. So whatever I had said of Cynthia didn’t bother me. All I was thinking about was how to live up to the expectation of those people who saw me as a celebrity. Cynthia drove us to a lone street with noise and the sound of music coming from just one out of the many buildings on that street. She drove to that building and stopped. ‘Where is this?’ I asked. ‘It’s a club’ Cynthia replied softly. I could tell she was in high spirit and wanted to let it out in that club. I don’t do clubs, even in Nigeria but since we had already gotten there I had no choice. We stepped out of the car and entered inside. There were lots of people and this was about 10pm. There were no chairs there. Only some stools at the bar for a number of people who wanted to have a drink. Even at that, the stools were not sufficient enough as some ended up standing to have their drinks. It didn’t bother them. The club house was a large on, yet we could barely make it through from the entrance to the bar. ‘Two glasses of vodka’ Cynthia ordered. ‘Alright ma’am’ the bartender responded and left to serve her order. ‘Why two glasses? I asked. You know I don’t do alcohol’ ‘Don’t give me that! She said. Tonight is special. ‘Do you mind telling me what’s special about the night? Because I don’t seem to have a clue. ‘We’re celebraaaaating’ ‘Really? What are we celebrating if I may ask? ‘Friendship I guess. Oh yeah, friendship. We could have done that back at home, just you and me. ‘Perfect! Cynthia screamed. We’ll definitely continue at home. In fact, I’ll serve the best part of the celebration for last’ she said grinning lustfully at me’ ‘Here’s your order ma’am, the bartender said as he pushed two glasses of vodka towards us’ ‘Thank you handsome’, Cynthia said. Cynthia grabbed one glass of vodka and emptied it into her mouth and squeezed her face like one who tasted something bitter. She handed the other glass to me and I was about objecting when she flung her left arms around my neck and put the drink in my mouth. I refused to open my mouth and take the drink or say anything because if I tried to say something she would just throw the drink into my mouth. But what she was doing to me became like a drama to most people in the club and little by little their attention was on us. When I saw many of them turning to watch us, I opened my mouth and took the drink so that all that more undue attention would be averted. After I took the drink the people in the club gave us a round of applause. Na wa for Americans oo. Imagine such a thing happening in Nigeria, no one would even notice it, let alone paying attention to it. But there it attracted some degree of celebration. Cynthia refused to let go off me. Instead she ordered for two more glasses of vodka and gave one to me in the same manner. She continued like that until we both had five glasses while being watched by over 50% of people in that club. What we did became like a show that interested everyone and made them want to stick around to see how it ends. She then dragged me to the dance floor for a dance. I’m not a good dancer. In fact, I’m not a dancer at all. But even if I said that a million times to Cynthia, she wouldn’t hit the dance floor without me. At this point, she wasn’t the Cynthia I had always known, neither was I the Jesusboy Ogechi had always known. I bet Ogechi would get on her knees and start praying for me if she knew the condition I was at that point in time. I followed Cynthia reluctantly to the dance floor telling her I didn’t know how to dance. Cynthia didn’t give a rat ass about that. She was like a lioness that had laid hold of best prey ever. She was way beyond logical reasoning and the only language she understood was FUN. Although I was trying to get her to understand that I didn’t want to hit the dance floor with her, I was enjoying every bit of what she was doing. Five glasses of vodka turned things around. I was in another world indeed. I eventually got to love the attention the people in the club were giving us and I began to dance. I wouldn’t know if that thing I did was called dancing but I sure moved to the rhythm of the music. I could hear them hailing and clapping from time to time and that spurred me up all the more. As time went on I couldn’t seem to get a clear picture of anything again, nevertheless, I didn’t give anyone a dull moment because the crowd didn’t stop applauding, hailing, and laughing. Maybe I did a few Mr. Bin stuff in there. I wouldn’t know. But I know I was drooling at Cynthia while doing what seemed to me like dancing. She wiggled and wiggled that I began to entertain wild thoughts I hadn’t entertained in years. Mehn, this Cynthia is one hell of a girl. You need to meet her. The light that gave life to my sight shrunk until it was no more. Even the sound of noise and music gradually reduced until everywhere became silent like a grave yard. Then I heard Cynthia saying; don’t sleep on me little boy. She was smiling, she was drooling, and she was grinning. I opened my eyes to realize that she was trying to lead me to her car and head back home. My eyes were fixed on her lips. The allurement of her lips made me return the smile, grin and drool. I could tell she was screaming the words she was saying to me but it sounded to me like she was miming to nothing. I tried to keep myself awake but as soon as Cynthia moved the car and the cool from the factory fitted air conditioner of the car made contact with my sweaty skin, my eyelids hugged each other again and I lost contact with the real world. Many things happened after I lost contact with the real world. Things like Cynthia driving me home, two of her maids assisting me to my room since my feet couldn’t carry me, taking off my cloths and leading me to the shower to have my bath and rid myself of the smell of alcohol. You’ve got to be kidding me. I thought those things only happen in China. After they put me in the shower and turned it on, I felt like an eagle that just hatched when the water touched my sweaty skin. The two maids stood there staring at me as I played under the shower like a kid who wasn’t aware of what it meant to be naked before people. It was a good thing they didn’t take off all the cloths I had on. They left me with the tommy Hilfiger boxer I had own. I bet they thought I was going to dismiss them and continue the rest by myself but they probably had the biggest shock of their lives when they saw me bath with my boxer on. That’s why they stayed back to observe me closely. They must have believed I had lost my mind. Not that I was really aware of what I was doing anyway. I had five glasses of vodka working wonders in my system. Next thing I heard was Cynthia’s voice scolding her maids for staying back to watch me have my bath. She took it really personal. She was high, so she wasn’t acting like she normally would. Five glasses of vodka was also working wonders in her system. The maids tried to explain to her that they stayed back in case I happened to need anything since I was not in my right frame of mind. ‘How dare you say he’s not in the right frame of mind? Cynthia asked with extreme annoyance. ‘Now let me show you what it means to not be in the right frame of mind’. She drew near to them and gave them two slaps, one for each of them. I just sat back in the shower and enjoyed the drama. When I saw that Cynthia was blowing things out of proportion, I stepped in. I wonder how I managed to know she was blowing things out of proportion. ‘I told them to stay back’ I said. I really needed someone around so I stopped them from leaving’. ‘Really?’ Cynthia asked. Come on J, you should have called on me instead. She turned to her maids and said; ‘Now get out of here you two. The maids left in a hurry, then Cynthia stood there watching me do whatever I was doing. I wish I knew what I was doing. But whatever it was, it was really funny because I saw Cynthia laughing over and again at me. Maybe I was playing the clown. After a while she stopped laughing and started advancing towards the shower slowly. After three steps she stopped and took off the fancy roller she used to pack her hair and then flipped her hair. Chai! It was such a lovely sight to behold. Again she took another three steps and stopped, unzipped the gown she wore from behind, pulled it off her both arms and let go of it. The gown dropped at once to the floor covering only her feet while the rest of her remained exposed. After another three steps, she stopped again and did something else more fascinating than the former. At that point, I lost my mind completely and would have cursed anyone who dared come between me and that temporary insanity. I sat on the floor of the bathroom watching her as she kept blowing my mind after every three steps until there was nothing left of my mind to be blown. You won’t believe this. She got into the shower and stood right in front of me unclad. I don CRAZE! She wanted to take a shower with me. ‘This had to be it’ I thought. ‘I have come to the end of the road. There’s no escape this time’. I closed my eyes like a soldier who was giving up in a war he was determined to conquer, and then suddenly! To be continued.[/b] Weekend Special Click on the following link to download jezuzboi's song titled; "RISE & SHINE" http://m.naijapals.com/music.php?id=33247 Click on the following link to download Ck/Ogechi's song titled; "VOICE IN MY GENERATION" http://m.naijapals.com/music.php?id=40459 HAVE A BLESSED AND FUN FILLED WEEKEND 3 Likes 1 Share |
| Re: Ogechi & I by Nobody: 2:33pm On Mar 21, 2015 |
She got into the shower and stood right in front of me unclad. God dey watch u like Chinese Film. 1 Like |
| Re: Ogechi & I by Elparaiso(m): 3:22pm On Mar 21, 2015 |
JesusBoy.... So she was unclad..... Oya now... Please do not remove any details o.. Don't worry youbcan ask for forgiveness later 2 Likes |
| Re: Ogechi & I by Deluxewize(m): 4:16pm On Mar 21, 2015 |
Hmmm dat's a good update bt I want to guess wat happened suddenly nxt in d upcoming update is that the television broadcast featuring Ogechi came to mind or was on air. Lol 2 Likes |
| Re: Ogechi & I by harjibolar10(m): 7:20pm On Mar 21, 2015 |
... And suddenly, something wake you up from your slumber God dey watch you like Korean film Ogechi, come ooo.. . Cyntia don hijack ya oko ooo 1 Like |
| Re: Ogechi & I by jezuzboi(m): 9:26pm On Mar 21, 2015 |
Ucfizzy:Na dis same Cynthia ooo Elparaiso:I promise I wont remove any details Deluxewize:You think so? harjibolar10:Mek we dey watch naah |
| Re: Ogechi & I by Nobody: 8:10pm On Mar 22, 2015 |
Elparaiso:see you.. Jesusboy,if i get to know you did something with Cynthia,i will send you packing |
| Re: Ogechi & I by Elparaiso(m): 8:45pm On Mar 22, 2015 |
prettydiva89:When he is not cooking timber.... I mean.... Body no be firewood |
| Re: Ogechi & I by jezuzboi(m): 9:38pm On Mar 22, 2015 |
prettydiva89:Abeg pleaseee,,,,,, It won't be my fault if it happens oo |
| Re: Ogechi & I by Naturehibrid(m): 10:27pm On Mar 22, 2015 |
My guy come update nw abeg |
| Re: Ogechi & I by jezuzboi(m): 10:32pm On Mar 22, 2015 |
Naturehibrid:Broz no vex oo abeg, na just say I no dey update on Sundays. Tomorrow things. Pls bear with me |
| Re: Ogechi & I by jezuzboi(m): 10:26am On Mar 23, 2015 |
Good Morning And Happy New Week People. The fun continues immediately.............., Enjoy......................................................, |
| Re: Ogechi & I by jezuzboi(m): 10:27am On Mar 23, 2015 |
[b]EPISODE 19 I opened my eyes. It was afternoon the next day and I was on my bed, still with my clothes on. I tried to remember how I ended up in my bed with clothes on after such a hot bath with Cynthia but couldn’t. Was I that drunk? Then I tried to remember the events that took place the previous night and could only remember to the point where I lost contact with the real world. Apparently, I had been sleeping and dreaming all along. Arrrrrrrgggggggg!!!! Just then Cynthia came in to check on me. As soon as she saw me she started laughing. I didn’t understand what was funny to her. I was just analyzing her and reminiscing on the dream I just had. I then imagined it was real and laughed. Seeing that I was laughing, Cynthia laughed out all the more. I then gave a mischievous smile and said ‘you’re lucky that the entire shower thing was just a dream. If not, you wouldn’t be laughing right now’. ‘What shower thing?’ Cynthia asked. ‘Never mind’ I said. Wait a minute, were you dreaming all along? Don’t tell me you’ve been dreaming’ Come on; tell me, what was it about?’ Cynthia enquired. I’ve never seen someone smiling and licking his lips as though kissing someone while sleeping’. I was shocked to hear that. “Was I doing that?” I asked. Of course you were. I came in to check on you and found you doing that so I left. I came again some moments later and found you doing the same thing. I was flabbergasted”. I thought you were going nuts so I wanted to call for an ambulance when I heard you……… I didn’t wait for her to finish her statement. I interrupted her and told her it must have been the effect of the alcohol I had the previous night. I tried to wave that away as though it meant nothing to me but I was ashamed. Cynthia continued with the statement she was making before I cut her in. “I wanted to call for an ambulance when I heard calling my name. I thought you had seen me come into your room and wanted to say something to me but I was wrong. You laid there on that bed calling my name passionately and I got curious as to what could make you call my name in that manner while sleeping”. “After a while you stopped but didn’t wake up. I left for a little bit only to come back and see you awake and saying I wouldn’t be laughing if it all wasn’t a dream. What happened?” Were you dreaming about me?” I didn’t know what to tell her anymore. I had never felt so humiliated my whole life. I was ashamed and shy. In fact, if there was a plane heading for Nigeria at that moment, I would have joined it without a second thought. But this Cynthia sure knew how to cheer me up. She had correctly guessed the kind of dream I had and how humiliated I felt about it. She drew near to me smiling, pated me on the back and said; “I’m sorry to have made you have so much drink. I never knew it would have such strong effect on you”. “My bad” she said. She blamed herself for everything and made it look like such dreams only came to people under the influence of alcohol. There could be some truth in that anyway. Don’t you think? I freshened up afterwards, had lunch and went for a work. I couldn’t stop thinking about the all that happened in the last six hours. I stopped by a park to take some air. There it seemed like everyone were in pairs. Only a few people were solo, and I was one of them. The sight I beheld pleased me and at the same time made me feel lonely. Right then I remembered Ogechi big time. I missed her a lot. I remembered back at Enugu, I never felt lonely. No moment was boring. There was always fulfillment back then. But in America, things were different. Imagine what happened last night. I had so much to drink, and that made me have a weird dream. I couldn’t imagine that happening if I was with Ogechi. I remembered the days when we had little money and no fame, watching movie with my laptop was more pleasurable than going to the movies. Squeezing ourselves to fit into a sixteen inches foam for a night was more comfortable than sleeping in a family size bed in five star hotels for eternity. Trekking from campus to our residence was more enjoyable than riding in a Lincoln Navigator to the white house. Eating together in a local restaurant was more refreshing than consuming the delicacies of royalty. We all strive to attain higher heights in life but sometimes it could be very lonely and miserable up there. I missed Ogechi but I didn’t know if she missed me too. If she did, why hadn’t she called? I went back home pretty late and mate Cynthia sitting just outside the house. She didn’t look happy. We got talking and she told me she wasn’t happy about me leaving the house to an unknown destination without her knowledge. Cynthia had grown so fund of me that she wanted the both of us to be like five and six. She was worried sick about me just because I got out of the house without letting her know my where about. It was obvious that Cynthia saw me to be more than a friend to her cousin. She saw me as her man. I wouldn’t blame her for that anyway. I can remember she told Lin I was her fiancé and I didn’t deny it. At the movie premiere I told some people she was my woman. All that coupled with our time out together was enough to suggest to her that I was reciprocating the feeling. Right now it was time to face reality. Cynthia loves me and I know that. I have feelings for Cynthia but I wasn’t sure it was love. It could be lust because my heart belonged to Ogechi, but that was about to change. All the while I had closed my heart on Cynthia because I didn’t want to fall in love with her because I was in love with Ogechi. But after a while without any sort of communication with Ogechi I contemplated on giving Cynthia a chance since she was the one present with me and was showering me with all the love in the world. I didn’t know what was going on with Ogechi anymore. So I decided to let go off the feelings I had for Ogechi and start something with Cynthia. But then, I thought I should give Ogechi one more shot before proceeding to do anything I might regret in the future. I called Ogechi’s line twenty times daily for the next three days but couldn’t speak with her because she was so busy. Busier than how I last knew her to be. She had grown to become a superstar. How I wish it was I and Ogechi living like I and Cynthia were. Since I couldn’t speak with Ogechi I was ready to make Cynthia my girl for real. I didn’t consider her age anymore. After all, she looked as young as young as Ogechi, even though she was older in age. I started planning on how and when to ask Cynthia to be my girl. She had expected me to ask her that long before now but I didn’t. I bet she wondered why I hadn’t asked her for that long. Maybe that’s why she told Lin I couldn’t express myself before women. She even thought I was a virgin. I knew Cynthia was gonna go gaga the day I asked her to be my girl, and I was gonna ask her. I guess Ogechi had also found herself some nice guy over there. Well, best of luck to the both of us. I asked Cynthia out on a date one day. It was the day I planned to ask her to be my girl. We went to a Chinese restaurant and ordered for some Chinese meals. Getting adapted to eating with the chopstick wasn’t easy for me. Cynthia had no problems with that because she had been doing that overtime. The Chinese restaurant was my idea, so it was somewhat embarrassing not being able to properly use the chopstick. Cynthia didn’t care. Even if I peed in my pants, Cynthia wouldn’t feel ashamed of me. All those made me go crazy for her the more. It took a while before I could properly make use of the chopstick and thus, the main purpose of the date was delayed. Finally, I could properly make use of it and that part was over. It was time for me to drop the bomb. I didn’t just want to ask her to be my girl. I wanted to make that day a very memorable one. More memorable than any good time I ever had with Ogechi in order to completely get rid of any feelings left for Ogechi. I may have summed up courage to leave Ogechi for Cynthia, but that wasn’t likely to happen without some emotional stress. So I decided to make every part of my day with Cynthia a very romantic one before proceeding to the main subject. I had succeeded in making Cynthia smile and laugh and enjoy her time out with me. I made her feel secure with me. Even if I didn’t ask her to be my girl, nothing would have stopped her from believing that I was in love with her. If I said nothing that night, Cynthia would think that I am the kind of guy that wouldn’t easily profess love, but would rather act it. She believed beyond every iota of doubt that I was in love with her because of the things I said to her and the way I acted at that restaurant. But then, I still had to break the silence. The time came for me to utter the word that would change everything; my life, my purpose, and probably my destiny. Do I really need to do this? To be continued.[/b] 6 Likes 1 Share |
| Re: Ogechi & I by Elparaiso(m): 12:33pm On Mar 23, 2015 |
So na dream..... Oya o ,ask her out.... I want to learn his lines.... Hope they are cool... Want to use them on my crush.. 2 Likes |
| Re: Ogechi & I by cherie02(f): 1:23pm On Mar 23, 2015 |
Elparaiso:You might want to reconsider |
| Re: Ogechi & I by funmercy1(f): 3:38pm On Mar 23, 2015 |
Dis matter don pass BECAREFUL ooooo |
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