The Last Wedding
By Nathaniel Anuma
The four tyres of the vehicle driven by Chisom herself rotated circularly with much speed as they
approached the boarder between Anambra and Enugu. They were total number of five girls in the car.
Their voices could be heard over the blasting music of a Nigerian popular artist,Timaya, titled ‘Bam Bam’
coming from the interior part of the vehicle. All looked classic and charming as if, of course, they expected to meet their missing ribs at the wedding ceremony.
Beside Chisom in the front seat, sat Kate
who was so close to her more than the other three girls at the back seat. She’s dark in complexion, has a
narrow face and a moderate butt. Already, Chisom had told them about the conversation she had with
her father on the phone.
“I guess the revelation was as a result of malaria” Kate chipped in while they laughed, yet, nodding their
heads to the irresistible beat of the music.
“I guess that’s what he teaches the students at school” another girl from the backseat said.
“No, it is a sign of poverty” Chisom objected. “Or better still, the symptoms of madness” she added and
they laughed amusingly.
Back home, Ubiji thought of what to do next. He rested on the walls of his room without a shirt. His
singlet hung on his shoulder while he raised one of his legs up in a way it made a triangular shape on the
wall. Suddenly, he began to dress up, picked up his master card to rush out but bumped on his friend,
Nelson, at the door.
“Take it easy, bro! Where are you rushing to?”
“I’m traveling to Enugu”
“No time to explain. I’ll call you later” Ubiji quickened his steps.
Love, sometimes is crazy. It makes you do the unbelievable, that, after you’re through, you wonder if
you were the one who actually carried out the very act. Ubiji’s decision to travel to Enugu was something that can be described as love. He passed through hardship and insult especially at an ATM gallary spot before proceeding to a motor park. He waited patiently for the bus to get filled up with passengers before they set out for the journey to Enugu.
Meanwhile, after few hours, Chisom and friends arrived to their destination safely. It was a large area of
compound with anything one needs: a swimming pool, an Automobile machine, a boutique, a provision store, a restaurant and many more. The compound was surrounded by a high fence and had one entrance through which Chisom and co drove in. They came out from the car to see some men at the pool and some drinking at the bar.
They were no females in the compound except themselves which made them wonder if actually they were at the right place. Just as they wandered in thought, they heard the gate closed from behind and locked with a big key. The gateman was huge and tall without a smiling face.
Kate looked at Chisom. “Please, call Abigail and tell her we’ve arrived coz I’m freaking out” she said.
Chisom did as she said but the expression on her face got the girls more worried and scared.
“What’s it?” Kate queried.
“Abigail’s number is switched off” she replied.
The five girls became quiet after discovering that her phone number had gone off. They turned to see
the huge gateman standing with his hands folded like a bouncer ready to murder any person who looks
for his trouble.
They also surveyed the environment once again to see nothing but men drinking, swimming and eating at their various departments.
“I’m becoming scared” one of them said sliding her beautiful hair backward.
“Let me ask the gateman, maybe we are at the wrong place” Chrisom walked down to the gate. She
stood before the man only to discover he was far taller than her unlike she had in mind. Her height
limited on the the man’s chest.
“Hi, I guess you work here. We actually came down here from Anambra for our friend’s wedding.. so..
we are.. umm.. kind of thinking if we are at the right place”
The man remained mute, he didn’t smile neither did he look at her face. He just stood there like a
lifeless iroko tree.
“Hello” Chisom tried to call on his attention but didn’t get a response, only then she understood that
there is fire on the mountain. The speed in which she returned to her friends got them more scared than
initial. “I think we have to call my Daddy” her voice began to break. Before she dialled Mr Desmond’s
number, a lady came out from the restaurant department.
She was at the same age averaged with some
of the girls added to her complexity and locomotive posture. Her presence got the girls relieved.
“Hello girls, I guess you’re our guests from Anambra. My name is Cynthia, Please, follow me” she said
smiling at them and wanted to lead the way but noticed that the girls didn’t make a move to follow her,
so she turned to them. “What’s wrong? Are you not here for Abigail’s wedding?”
“We are” the girls replied simultaneously.
“Then follow me. Don’t be scared”
“We want to see Abigail” Chisom requested.
“Abigail will be here shortly. She instructed me to welcome you girls because she’s presently not around
but will be with you soon” Cynthia clarified before the girls followed her with a little hope that things
They entered into the restaurant, it was bigger than they thought. They saw their fellow girls dancing, serving food and drinking with some men too. That alone strengthened their mind because they noticed that they weren’t the only feminines in the building and the compound at large.
Cynthia led them to another part of the restaurant which had several rooms like in a hotel. She opened
one of them and they all entered happily admiring the beauty of the room; there were white energy bulbs at each angle glowing light to the peak.
A large circular bed rested at the centre, it was covered
with white bedsheet and opposite it was a large mirror too. A plasma television hung on the wall
broadcasting African Magic channel.
“Girls, this gonna be your resting place till tomorrow for the wedding ceremony” Cynthia smiled again as
she said that.
“Thank you” the girls responded.
Already, Kate had laid on the bed feeling the irresistible comfort it gives.
“So what do you girls wonna eat before Abigail arrives?”
Hearing that, Kate jumped up. She was the dramatic type who doesn’t hide her feelings. “I wonna eat
fried rice and chicken with small vegetable mixed with fried egg on it. Never forget to add champagne
on the tray” she ordered flinging her hands, rolling her eyes and shaking her body.
“Kate!” Chisom shrieked glaring at her while others giggled, even Cynthia herself.
“What!” Kate retaliated. “Didn’t you hear her when she asked what we wonna eat?”
“Is that the reason why…”
“Is okay” Cynthia interrupted Chisom. “Just make your order too” she added. The remaining girls made
their order before she left the room smiling. Who would have thought that the smiling face wasn’t real?
Who would have thought Cynthia was a heartless slaughter herself.
After she left, all the girls noticed something; there was no single network or signal in the sanctum..
Meanwhile, Ubiji occasionally glanced at his wristwatch and the glass of the moving bus which he was into to know the time and weather changes. He never bothered to call Chisom but strongly believed in
himself that she was going to die. “If at all you will die, die in my arms and know that I love you that
much” he thought and glanced at his wristwatch again. “Driver, move this bus!” he shouted for the hearing of all passengers.
“Oga, no dey rush me. You should know that this is a bus not an airplane” the young driver responded
but topped the gear. Time was fast moving!
To Be Continued…