The evening met us eating vegetable soup together which she had prepared on her return from the market. While eating, we discussed about many things. My eyes were fixed on her face, as her smile made me want to tell all the jokes in the world.
She treated me like a brother. She had no fear of me and attended to me as though it was her obligation to do so. I had never been in that position before. I only imagined it. Right then I found that there was a remarkable difference between imagination and reality.
We finished eating and she took the plates away. The TV set was on, the sound of the ceiling fan could be heard clearly, and she was talking to me and laughing all the while. She was a very joyful being. But in all that made sounds in that room, all I could here was echoes of angelic voices miming to heavenly songs as she was talking. I wasn’t listening to her. I could only see her lips moving. The allurements of her lips almost led me to overcome my conscience and fears. Just then, my phone rang, and my brief mind travel ceased.
I answered the call. It was my mother calling to check up on me. I told her everything I hadn’t told her yet except that I shared the same room with a girl. A very pretty one at that. After the call, Ogechi and I conversed a whole lot. I told her about myself and she did same. It continued until about 10pm when she asked me to join her in prayer, after which we retired to bed. (On the same bed)
The next day was a Sunday. We prayed and prepared for church service. She was a member of Christ’s Embassy. I followed her there. On arrival, almost everyone we came across stopped her to say a thing or two before letting her proceed. I became more like a bodyguard, having to wait until she was done with whoever she stopped to converse with. It seemed to me like she was really popular there.
When we got to the main building of the church, she handed me over to a pretty female usher who took me in and gave me a seat. I didn’t know where Ogechi had gone to. I expected her to sit right next to me in that church. Soon enough, the chairs in my row was filled and she still hadn’t come. I got my mind off that and concentrated on the brother who was taking the opening prayer.
Midway into the service I couldn’t still lay my eyes on Ogechi anywhere in the auditorium. When the choir was called out to minister their song, I looked, and there she was among them. She hadn’t told me she was a chorister.
The choir director introduced the song and handed the mike over to guess who; Ogechi. She was the lead singer. When she started singing, first thing that stood out was her angelic voice which made its way at once to my body system to awaken sleeping cells and tissues.
While the congregation was getting blessed by the lyrics of the song, I was all the while admiring and adoring Ogechi. She was simply awesome. Her uniqueness kept unfolding as the days passed.
After service, almost everyone complemented her for her performance during the choir ministration. I had to wait until all that was over. She introduced me to a couple of the brethren there as Jesusboy. They kind of marveled at me for bearing such name. And whenever any of them asked why I beard that name, I would say; because Jesus is the one I claim. Some of them would laugh to that while some others got short of words.
However, they would all call me Jesusboy afterwards. They asked Ogechi how she got to know me, and she said; I met him two nights ago under an unseemly circumstance and he turned out to be a good acquaintance. I know that in no distant time he’ll be up and serving in one of the units here in church. She turned to me and said; right Jesusboy?
Definitely! I replied. It will be my pleasure to make myself useful to the Lord in this great house of worship. They were all glad to hear me say that, and they commended her for bringing me to church. To some extent, I felt she was proud of me because of the speech I just made. I wouldn’t know since I never inquired.
In the evening that day, I wanted to hang out a little since I was already used to doing so every evening before I met her. I asked her if she had anything doing that evening and she said no. why? She asked.
‘I want to hang out a little. I was wondering if you would join me’
‘N..a..h., I’ll just stay at home’
‘Look, I know you’re reserved and all that. I also am, but once in a while you need to loosen up. And in case you’re afraid ‘What happened on Friday night might repeat itself, don’t be. I’ll be there to protect you if it does’
‘(She lay there on the bed looking at me without saying a word, probably wondering what made me think I could save her from the police) Don’t worry. Go ahead. I’ll join you some other time’
‘Come on Oge, it will only take a while. I’ll be so bored hanging out all alone’
‘Then find some girl out there to keep you company. Like you said, it’ll only take a while’
‘That would have been a good idea if there was some girl out there as beautiful as you are. A pretty girl like you by my side will give me a memory to hold on to. You never know what you might derive from this time out. Just come with me, I beg you’
She still didn’t yield to my plea, but as soon as I went on my knees, it was like I had cast a spell on her. I couldn’t believe that the girl I had spent quite some time trying to persuade to hang out with me just consented helplessly. As soon as I knelt down, she immediately jumped from the bed and said; I WILL COME WITH YOU. She said that three times without me saying anything.
I was greatly amazed! I kept that in mind. That seemed to me like her soft spot, and I planned that I would use it whenever she grew tough. So I rose to my feet and thanked her for agreeing to come with me. She told me to give her some minutes to change into something nice. She went into the bathroom and came out in a red gown that didn’t go down below her knee level, with precious stones glittering all over the gown.
‘You look extra ordinarily gorgeous’ I remarked.
‘Thank you’ she replied blushing
I stood there for 30 seconds staring at her with a grin without saying a word. I think she loved the way I was admiring her because she smiled all through the time. Then suddenly she raised her eyebrows, clapped her hands a few times and said; ‘HELLOO? CAN WE GO NOW?’ I gave her my hand, she took it, and we left.
AT A SIT OUT
‘What do you care for?’ I asked.
‘I don’t know. Anything will do’
‘Okay. Waiter! Please get us two bottles of Legend Extra Stout’
‘Legend Extra Stout?’ She exclaimed.
‘Of course! Thought you said anything?’
‘(Aggressively) Y..e..a..h.., but not alcohol’
‘Oh’ really? How was I supposed to know that? So now, what do you care for?’
‘You’re really crazy you know? I’ll take malt’
‘Waiter, please change of order. Two bottles of malt instead. And tell that mallam to bring suya worth N1,000
‘Okay Sir’ said the waiter
‘Why did you change your order too? Don’t you want to drink Legend again?’ she asked.
‘I will if you will’
‘I don’t take alcohol’
‘Well, same here’
‘Why then did you order for it in the first place?’
‘Here’s your order sir’ the waiter said as he dropped our order on the table.
‘Thank you. (Turn to Ogechi) So Oge, you never told me you were a chorister’
‘Yeah, it never crossed my mind to do so. But now you know. You have a problem with that?’
‘Absolutely not. On the contrary, I love music, as well as singers. Especially singers like you who can pitch high’
‘Great! Thank you. I wouldn’t be wrong to assume you’re a chorister would I?’
‘Not exactly. You see, I do music, but I’m not a chorister. I’ve never been in a church choir or music group before, but I’ve recorded quite a number of songs’ I said, feeling like a star.
‘Wow! You’re a musician! Small world! I’ve always dreamed of the day my church choir will start doing studio recordings. I look forward to the day our songs will go global and touch lives. We have so much to offer, and it has to go beyond the four walls of the church to the world at large. I just don’t know how soon that is going to happen. My choir director doesn’t seem to be as eager as I am to see that happen. And I’ll have to wait until he does’
‘You’re wrong. You must not be in a church choir to make that happen. You can always go solo if you are that eager to reach out to the world. Who knows if your choir director will ever buy the idea of getting your choir to record an album? Maybe all he wants is just to minister in church. I’m not certain about that anyway. But that’s a thought you should take to heart’
‘(Ogechi pondering on what I just said) It had crossed my mind to do so. I just didn’t find the right motivation’
‘It’s finally here isn’t it?’ I said confidently.
‘I guess it is. But I’ve never recorded a song before in a studio. It’s all going to be new to me’
‘There’s always a first time. Besides, that’s not what you should be worried about. You should be more concerned about the writing and composing aspect of it’
‘That’s the problem’ she said sadly.
‘What do you mean?’
‘Song writing is not really my thing. That’s the reason why I couldn’t do without my choir director. He writes our original songs, and I give melody to it’
‘That won’t be a problem. I’ll do the writing for you. It is a good thing you can create melody. And I’ll also assist in that, if at all you need my help at any point’
‘How come you can do all that when you’ve never joined a church choir or music group before?’
‘I’m sorry you may have to direct that question to G.O.D’ I said, feeling funky.
‘Are you serious about this or you’re just playing pranks on me like you did with the Legend Extra Stout thing?’
‘Of course not! I’m serious. Like I said; I’ve recorded quite a number of songs’
‘I’d like to listen to your songs. If what you’re saying is true, then let me listen to them.
‘You still don’t believe me right? Okay doubting Thomas. My songs are all on the internet. I’ll give you a link to one of them. If you like them,
I’ll give you links to the others. Are you ready for the link?’
‘Just a second. (She reaches for her pus and brings out her blackberry z10) Okay, go ahead’
‘Title is ‘RISE & SHINE’; http://m.naijapals.com/music.php?id=33247 That’s the link’
‘Okay Mister! I’ll do so before I retire to bed tonight. Let’s drink up and get going. It’s getting pretty late’
‘Alright Miss! Whatever you will, that shall I do’
‘You’re a really funny guy’
‘And you’re the cutest girl I’ve ever seen’
We stared firmly into each other’s eyes after I made that statement. It was as if I had dropped the bomb. The longer we looked each other right in the eye, the closer our faces got to each other’s. Oh’ my gosh!!! Was this really going to happen?
To be continue tomorrow morning