A loveless life is a living death.
– English Proverb
As I continued putting pen on paper bloating my ink, the memories that continues erupting in my head keeps alarming me knowing I want to say everything just as it is, the tears just keeps dropping from my already flooded eyes, eyes that has seen life, life in just so short a years.
But before I start, I have to make some truths known … just as it were …
Once in a city in the outskirts of a faraway land lies two lovers … so in love. Below is the conversation that ensued:
Ada : How much I love you Isa
Isa : I do love you too my darling
Ada : Hmm … my love, do you think our kind of love is normal?
Isa : How do you mean?
Ada : Just thinking anyway, just that things are not just going the way its supposed to
Isa : And what … ?
Ada : And I’m scared Isa … I’m really scared …
Isa : Of what?
Ada : Of what might happen of course … the unknown
Isa : I’ve told you times without number not to think like that again … you just be calm okay, all will be well
Ada : Are you sure my love?
Isa : Of course I am
Ada : I believe you anyway … you know I love you
Isa : I love you too my dear.
Meanwhile at home, Ada’s mum have been waiting impatiently for her to return “where could Ada be at this hour of he day?”, she asked herself as she paced around the house in which she resides with her three children. So many things was going through her mind at the same time. Uncontrollable tears flowed down as she recalls the bitter-sweet memories of which her life has been associated with.
She reminisced of how she met her husband of whose memories brought smiles to her face. She immediately bursted into tears when she remembered that Emeka was no more. How could Emeka have left her like this with three grown up children to cater for. The flashback was short but it rekindled the smile on her wrinkled face.
It was long then, in her village in Umuaka, a surburb of the very popular Araka town in her State then. She had been a maiden and a very pretty one at that. She has had so many proposals from men from different tribes, various statures and professions which she had whole-heartedly declined. She was the envy of other maidens and no-one could really look at her without taking a second look again. She really was so beautiful. Very few did not know that she wasn’t a princess because her carriage was very high and her dressing distinct she was a glory to look upon, no wonder even now, some people still thinks that she is Ada’s sister even though she’s her first child.
Emeka was a very handsome young man, tall and huge and of course, pleasing to the eyes. He had come on a visit to Umuaka village in search of his childhood friend. She knew at the instant that there was something more to this young man as the attraction she felt was sudden and shocking to her herself. The impulse was electrifying and her resistance melted at the instant, this she knew was not ordinary, it was more than normal.
He was riding a bicycle on the not-so-smooth muddy road of Umuaka after a very tiring journey from Ogbe, a neighbouring village to Umuaka. He was on his way to see Ekanem, his very close friend way back in his growing-up years, who was residing in one of its surburbs. Ekanem was a youth corper and was serving his motherland in Umuaka.
Meanwhile, Emeka was on a holiday to visit his parents in Ogbe when he got the message that Ekanem was in Umuaka. He was so excited that he untied his father’s bicycle from the old palm tree from which it was tied, oiled it and then began on his journey. As he cycled the wheels, he wondered why the paths have remained the same for so many years, as hardly could a wheelbarrow be pulled across it because of its narrowness. The out-grown bushed across the narrow paths too did not help matters as they continually bruised his legs as he rode.
Little did he know that fate has a way of doing things, after a long ride into Umuaka village, Emeka was so weak that he stopped for a moment to relax. He has never been on a journey as funny and tiring as this before, he smiled to himself. The experience just made him to remember his childhood days of how he and his friends would play from his town to Umuaka, how then did a bicycle ride make him tired, he chuckled. It has been a while he reminisced. After his trip to the big town, he has not been home till now. “Oh, how time flies”, he thought.
Being so hungry, he looked for a cool spot and tied the bicycle under a cocoa tree outside Eke’s compound in the border of Umuaka town. Strolling carefully on the roads of Umuaka, barely mid-afternoon with the scorching sun, he found a bean-cake seller. Sitting there with bean-cake in mouth and some palm-wine to quench his burning taste, did he see two ladies walking by.
His heart skipped and the calabash dropped from his left palm. He was brought to consciousness by the bean-cake seller who she shook him by his right shoulder thinking he was at the verge of collapsing.
This was the beginning of the journey that has left her generations miserable. Ifeoma now wished she had not married him. She wished fate had not brought them together. She wished she had not fallen in love with him. She wished … oh, how she had wished that so many thinks had not happened.
Beauty is the wisdom of women. Wisdom is the beauty of men.