TRUE LOVE……. well sort of

TRUE LOVE……. well sort of

Kelechi, The White Woman and Emeka the Village Idiot

Kelechi refused to be part of the party that betrayed the beliefs of his homeland. How could he, a titled elder, be turned around by such sacrilege? That there was another God. One that was stronger and greater than Amadioha. Never! Never! Not in his lifetime would he betray the virtues instilled in him. So when the village chief called the meeting with the white men, he refused to attend. Instead he decided to go to the farm with his family. His reasoning was, if this new God was so powerful then he can come and find him in his farm.

The sun was hot that day, burning his back as he toiled the soil, but Kelechi would not complain. Instead he rejoiced because he knew he was ahead of everyone else in the village that went to that stupid meeting. When his yams would mature, ready for harvest, theirs will be at least a few weeks behind.

‘Papa I’m tired, my legs and hands are paining me.’ It was his youngest with the protruding tummy, like it was filled with beer. Kelechi didn’t bother responding to him. He knew his son was lazy, him and his mother and today Kelechi didn’t have energy for such stupidity.

Later that day, when the sun started its slow descent to its resting place. Kelechi sent his family home like he always did and continued working on the farm. He enjoyed the little solace he had from these last few hours before he went home. It was during this period of solitude that the series of dramatic events that would alter Kelechi’s destiny occurred.

They came; four of them in their long gowns and cheerful faces. She was the only woman in the group, who came to talk to him about their new God. They had an interpreter with them, Emeka, the village idiot. No one else but Kelechi referred to him in such a way. It started on the day Kelechi rescued Emeka from a trap Emeka set up on his farm to catch bush rats. No matter how long or hard Kelechi thought about it he couldn’t comprehend how a man could be caught in his own trap.

When he saw Emeka in the trap, he didn’t rush to save him. No, instead he sent his son to call the whole village to come and see their esteemed son. The one praised because he had left the village as a youngster and returned speaking a language no one knew but was claimed to sound like the white man’s own.

Emeka’s head was bent over, body sunken, as Kelechi made fun of him to the crowd before finally releasing him from the trap. What made it worse for Emeka was that Kelechi then proceeded to carry him like a baby all the way to his home with the village trailing and laughing behind him. When Kelechi left him that night it wasn’t the pain from the injuries that made Emeka not sleep it was the pain of the humiliation he had just felt.

As they spoke to him about their God; Kelechi could not help but notice how beautiful she was. She was not round shaped and full figured like the women he had seen all his life. Her breasts were flat and looked like a man’s. Her hips didn’t look like it could survive the torment of childbirth but something drew her to him.

Emeka the village idiot kept on rambling on about how this new God was merciful. Didn’t want wars. Encouraged forgiveness. But all the while Kelechi’s eyes were fully on the woman. She had pale skin, long flowing hair, that looked golden to Kelechi, but what drew him to her, what troubled his soul the most was every time their eyes clashed. Her eyes were beautiful and blue; something he had never seen before. They seemed to stare into his soul and stir his loins.

As they talked his eyes stayed on hers and he smiled. She smiled back her eyes softened and then he saw something that he had never seen before, the colour of her face changed. It turned to bright pink or was it red and at that very moment Kelechi knew he had to have her.

‘Village idiot, tell this people, I’m not interested.’ Kelechi said and stormed off.

That night when Kelechi got home he went to his youngest wife’s hut even though it was not her turn. His encounter with the white girl had revitalized him, that neither him nor his young wife slept that night. He did things to her he hadn’t done since he was a young man all the while full of the visions of the white woman.

When the cock crowing announced the beginning of another day, he got up and made the journey to his farm with thoughts of her still in his head. For the rest of that day, he felt useless. He ploughed areas of his farm that didn’t need it and removed weeds that were plants he had sowed. His mind was on how he could make the white woman his. Would he have to follow their new God to make her his fifth wife? Amadioha forbid. Besides he had heard this new way didn’t allow marrying multiple wives.

He willed his mind to forget her and by the time his family had gone home leaving him to his solitude, he had almost succeeded, that was until she showed up.

She was suddenly standing there looking at him. She wasn’t wearing the gown from yesterday; today what she was wearing gave more pleasure to his eyes. She greeted him in a language he didn’t understand and then she started talking about something. She walked towards him, then walked away. She touched him and withdrew her hands as quickly as the contact was made. She would look at him and then withdraw her eyes. Kelechi didn’t know what she was doing but he knew the effect it was having on his loin. After watching her do this dance for a while, he grabbed her forcefully and kissed her. He didn’t want to be rough with her, but he was scared she might run away from his arms, but she didn’t. At first she pretended to put up a fight like all women do, but soon she was matching his kisses with the same passion and urgency.

That day would be the first time they have would sex and that day his manhood failed him. It was over before it even started. He shouted and blamed her for moving her waist too quickly, that he wasn’t ready. When his eyes caught hers as he stood over her screaming he ran away from what he saw in eyes. Fear, maybe disappointment he couldn’t tell for sure.

So when the following day at the time of his solitude, she was there again standing watching him, Kelechi knew that Amadioha had given him a second chance to prove his manhood. That day he made her scream with pleasure, how many times he could not remember, he would do this again the next day and the day after that and soon those moments became the time he longed for the most. Little did he know that someone was watching them with evil in their heart.

This continued until what Kelechi felt for her wasn’t just a need to satisfy his loin, but a need to satisfy the longing in his heart. The longing he had every evening as it drew closer to when she would come. The stronger and more painful longing when he kissed her good night.

He didn’t know what this longing was but he knew he had never felt it for his other wives. He knew she felt the same too because he started to notice subtle differences in her. Like the way she looked when she came to see him. She would have charcoal like paintings in eyes and her face will look like she painted them and her lips would be red today, a different colour tomorrow. Kelechi didn’t know what these things were but they marvelled him and he took joy in knowing they were done for him only, because before she left each night she would wipe them off.

She would talk to him in between the breaks of their lovemaking. At first he didn’t say anything back because he didn’t understand what she was saying. What would be the point? It would be like two mad people talking to each other. But soon that is what they became, because Kelechi started to tell her his worries and even though she couldn’t help him, just her listening made him happy.

The time she left each night started to get longer and longer and soon he feared that they might be caught. He soon quickly put that thought behind him, after all he was a titled man who was allowed many wives and concubines so why would this matter to him or anyone.

But they say when the gods want to punish you, insignificant things suddenly weigh as heavy as the elephant.

The night it happened was a beautiful one. The moon came out in all its glory and smiled as bright as the sun, and the stars danced with glee all around it. Kelechi told his family he would not be coming home that night. He had made up his mind that he would spend the night with the woman that had stolen his heart. He tried to explain to her what he had in mind when she showed up that evening. He wasn’t sure if she understood but when it came time for her to leave and she didn’t, he knew he had succeeded.

They lay together looking up to the sky their naked bodies lying on the palm leaves that made up their bed. She was talking and pointing to the stars, looked like she was showing him the shapes the stars made. Kelechi enjoyed this very much but he knew he would rather be admiring her body, so he decided to do that instead.

It was in this state of admiring her body, him on top of her that suddenly everything around him went crazy.

‘He is raping her, can’t you hear her abnormal animal screams, he is forcing himself on the poor woman.’ Kelechi heard Emeka the village idiot say.

Suddenly he was surrounded and in the arms of ten young men that made up the village army. In their village what Emeka was accusing him of was punishable by death. Kelechi tried to fight the youths, but their number over powered him. He told them not to listen to Emeka that they should ask the white woman. That she was his concubine and consented to what they were doing. But since no one other than Emeka understood what she was saying, his answers didn’t match hers.

The youths tied up Kelechi as was their custom and marched him to the centre of their village. He pleaded for them to cover his shame but they would not listen to him. When they got there and announced his crime to the crowd that had gathered. Kelechi knew he would not see the joy of another sunlight.

He didn’t know who in the crowd threw the first stone at him, but he knew who was the last. The white men were there but he couldn’t find the woman he loved. This and not the pain from the stones hurt him more. The white men were talking to the crowd, holding some of them back, but Emeka said this was the way they showed their support to what they were doing.

The last stone the one that sent Kelechi on his journey to the next world was thrown by the smiling face of Emeka the village idiot. When the blood from Emeka’s stone started to flow from his face Kelechi could have sworn he heard him say, ‘Who is the idiot now?’

42 thoughts on “TRUE LOVE……. well sort of” by Mee (@dkny111)

  1. Dominic Ohai (@DominicOhai)

    I’m kinda new here though. Nice write-up, nice twist at the end of the story. But I think you should try connect the “Religion” and the “love-making”. I dont get that part

    1. Hello @DominicOhai thank you for reading and the comment. I will take it on point and welcome to NS

  2. Nalongo (@Nalongo)

    The ‘idiot’ had the last laugh.

    1. lol yes he did o, as they always do lol, thanks @Nalongo for reading and commenting

  3. I enjoyed this story , @dkny111 – it was well written, and it explored an unusual kind of love that isn’t often encountered. I also liked the touch of humour about Emeka and his trap mishap.

    Minor comment – I feel that this:

    “As they spoke to him about their God; Kelechi could not help but notice how beautiful she was.”

    would have been better as this:

    “As they spoke to him about their God; Kelechi could not help but notice how beautiful the woman was.”

    As it stood, I was wondering who ‘she’ was, since you had taken me away from the story in your digression about Emeka, and I had forgotten the other characters in the story.

    Well done indeed.

    1. Hello @TolaO thanks a lot for reading and the comment. I can see what you mean and will take a note of it for next time

  4. I like the twist at the end.not bad at all..

  5. @uzomaumekwe thanks for reading and the comment. Glad you liked it

  6. Distinguished (@DistinguishedAnoke)

    Nice, Nice, Nice!!! Welldone @dkny 111.
    Enjoyed the twist of events that successfully gave the ‘village idiot’ the last laugh.
    Just like @DominicOhia, I don’t really get the religion and lovemaking connect, Not saying it’s not believable though.

    1. @DistinguishedAnoke thank you for reading and the comment. The connection is that during those times the only reason why you will find white pplpeople in the village is, if they were missionaries

      1. Distinguished (@DistinguishedAnoke)

        Aii, I get the co-relationship now. Thanks for explaining

  7. One major problem: i didn’t believe it. It wasn’t very convincing. A story has to be believable no matter how outrageous. The story has a lot of promise, just rework it. and slow down the pace, it went like a breeze.

    1. A white christian missionary doesn’t just start having sex with a local, dirty, ‘primitive farmer’. If such a miracle happens the writer should give us the particulars of the matter, some sort of explanation, a history, the progression from holy white missionary to sex partner.
      Let the reader ‘see’ and believe.

      1. @kaycee thanks a lot for reading and your comments, which you know I really appreciate. I get the feedback on developing the characters a bit more and maybe explaining why she would fall for him.

        In terms of it not being believable, I do think it might have been possible, love catches us up in places where you don’t think possible. Do you think during slavery that the white women didn’t fall for their slaves?

        But again I’ll take your point, develop the characters more and slow down the pace and aim to keep improving

  8. Nice story. I like.
    Love at first sight and across racial boundaries.
    It’s plausible, unlike @kaycee‘s view.
    Fast paced too and you should have slowed it down a bit to explore the emotions better, just like @kaycee said.
    Well done

    1. @topazo thanks a lot for reading and the comment, really appreciate it. Slow the pace down, I get it, will do :)

  9. @dkny111, I like the story but I second @kaycee in that I don’t think it is really probable.Why does she have to be a missionary? Could she come to the village for another reason. Great job overall!
    @kaycee, nice new picture….

    1. @jefsaraurmax thanks for reading and the comment. I think it’s very plausible, why does everyone think it’s not possible for a missionary to fall in love with a villager, they are humans too and love is sure a strong emotion.

      I agree that maybe I should have developed her character more to explain why she would, but thats were the feedback I get helps, so please keep reading and offering feedback.

      Thanks again

      1. @dkny111, maybe if you tell her story a little bit more, it will be more understandable. It’s just, I’m thinking of the people I go to church with and it’s hard to imagine them in a swirling romance. :-)
        Also I think the language barrier would be a problem for the relationship to develop. I look forward to the revised version.

  10. Kwiksie (@kwiksie)

    This was nice. I almost felt sad for Kelechi but i guess he had it coming.
    I really like the way you got the tables to turn at the end…so much for their love eh? :)

    1. @kwiksie yes o, so much for their love, hence the main title. Thanks for reading, really glad that you liked it, and thanks for the comment.

  11. I enjoyed it up to a point, especially the reversal of fortune at the end. Yes, its entirely plausible that he fell in love with this woman, after lusting after her initially. Human beings tend to long for what they don’t already possess. I take issue with some of your grammatical errors, but since I have never been a language guru myself, I won’t flog a dead horse. Perhaps you should consider writing a story about a dead horse? Well done, in any case…please write more!

    1. @hotchocolate Thanks for reading and the comment. Please do highlight the typos, so I can be aware of it and learn from it, and I’ll write more just been busy

  12. Emmanuel (@Emmanuelpro)

    A Cool and an interesting story, @dkny111. I enjoyed it.

    Although there were a few typos, the main thing I found hard to believe was Kelechi’s false accusation. If Kelechi could fall inlove with a white missionary woman of a different religion, who also returned the same feeling, and on top of that, they both slept together even when there was a communication barrier; it is now highly unlikely that a communication barrier would make Kelechi to be falsely accussed of rape.

    Lol. I know it is a fiction that was why at first, I bought the implausible idea that a white woman would fall inlove with one yeye farmer, just like that. But as for the accussation, haba, a white woman who is inlove no sabi gesticulate and protest.
    Well, it’s all good. Keep it up!

    1. @Emmanuelpro Thanks for reading and the comment. Please do point out the typos, so I can be aware of them.

      In terms of if the white woman protested or tried to protect him, yes she did, and I said it in the story but Emeka translated it wrongly.

      “He told them not to listen to Emeka that they should ask the white woman. That she was his concubine and consented to what they were doing. But since no one other than Emeka understood what she was saying, his answers didn’t match hers.

      But I see your point about gestuculating though

  13. @aniefiokitong thanks for reading and the comment

  14. @dkny111, hmm…very good write.

    But the thing is, i’m torn.

    I can sense the plausibility of this story, but i’m not seeing it.

    Mainly because

    1. The period

    2. Religion

    At the point at which this sort of white missionary events occured, interracial relationships were about abominable -it was called miscegenation – and probably illegal.

    Now if Kelechi was educated and westernized, I can still see it somehow happen. But he isnt.

    Also, as much as we have Mary Slessor, we must understand that unmarried Women missionaries in the deep of ‘dark, uncivilized Africa’ was very rare (the story of Emmett Till would tell you how much whites fear their women mixing with blacks). And the few would not be able to wander about without natives knowing their every movement.

    The white woman comes preaching religion- and you must understand what religion meant then, both socially and politically.

    So I don’t see her, well, ‘fornicating’, and with an illiterate black farmer no less.

    – only very liberal, less-religious whites could even contemplate a sexual liasion with a black man.

    – birth control was not so commpn and would have, at that time, be viewed as immoral so having a child out of wedlock would have been a risk in the scenario you described. And whites who had “bastards” even with other whites were social outcasts; now, having such with a black man would have been social suicide.

    It would take a total rejection of her faith values, societal prejudice, and social status for her to have sex with Kelechi

    I just think the improbabibility of the story is somehow peeking out.

    But the telling was great, a really good one; and I can suspend disbelief for that. Great job, mee!

    P.s. The prospects this story opens to other ones is endless (e.g. Imagine Mary Slessor having a black lover and giving birth to twins…lol)

    1. @ayomitans thanks a lot for reading and the very insightful comment point taken

  15. While this story was beautifully written to its tragic conclusion, I beg to question its verisimilitude.

    Initially I thought the white woman would end up being some supernatural being or entity but as the story panned out we come to discover she’s just a plain missionary who has chosen to fornicate with her prospect for salvation.

    If you wanted to make this believable, you would have taken time to develop the white woman’s character and unravel how she begins to descend from her pious stance into a sinful one – even if you wanted it to only be from Kelechi’s point of view. There has to be a strong reason to believe and it could have played out in the development of your white woman character.

    Also there’s no way it could have been that easy to completely start an affair having in mind the difference in race, religion, status and personal values. For any woman (especially of another race at the period where race relations were a taboo) to descend to that level just like that, is an oddity.

    If you’ve ever seen the movie ‘Stolen Woman, Captured Hearts’, you’ll understand what I mean. The movie shares a similar scenario. It was about an affair that developed between a red indian and a white woman whom he had kidnapped. She was supposed to hate him but certain believable things happen in the story’s development that led to the affair.

    Have in mind that I said ‘believable’. I believe that’s the loophole in you story

    well done though…

    1. @afronuts thanks a lot for reading and the detailed comment, point taken and i’ll see if I can get the movie

  16. Beautiful, clear writing. I like how easy your choice of words and sentence construction helped to make the story very vivid.

    You have heard those before me. For many, beautiful writing wouldn’t blind their minds to the plausibility issues of a story.

    Well done, Mee. Very good effort. Keep improving your art.

    1. @chemokopi my oga at the top :) long time o, hope you are good.

      Thanks a lot for reading and the comment

  17. I enjoyed reading this.
    Sad ending though. Why did the village idiot have to be wicked too. I love the way you write. I really do. I just wish it was longer-that way- you could have shown more.
    Can love cut through differences? Yes, it can.
    Good work @dkny111.

    1. @olajumoke thanks a lot for reading and the comment, really glad you liked it and the way I write, it’s always good to know someone appreciates what you do. Thanks again

  18. @dkny111, I enjoyed reading this. Real life happenings sometimes seem implausible too, so I won’t make a fuss or express incredulity about this story. The sad part of this story, and the irony for me, is not the death of Kelechi, but the fact that the Emeka the village Christian instigated and participated in the execution, even though his religion preached mercy and forgiveness. That’s his idiocy, that he did not understand the essence of Christianity. And unfortunately, that is the idiocy of many professing Christians today.

    1. @febidel thanks a lot for reading. You know I appreciate your comments

  19. @dkny111, my appetite for stories grew when I read this……………beautiful

    1. @innoalifa thanks a lot for reading, I’m really glad u enjoyed it and it moved you to read more that’s a writers dream and one I really needed because I’ve started thinking maybe I’m not good enough

      1. @dkny111, you’re quite good enough………………keep on!

  20. This was an interesting read

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