Love against all odds

Kitan and i met at a church function. He was from  a wealthy family and  had money and fame.

Everyone at the church knew their family. They always gave whopping sum of money during donations. The name grandapa resonates anytime there is an occasion in the church.

How we met:

I was rushing to church so i decided to follow the car lane instead of the pedestrian entrance to the church.

I looked back and forth and no car was coming so i crossed to the other side i was  walking briskly by the side walk.

Then vom bang!!!

A car knocked me down from behind and i fell face down into a puddle  there. The bitterness venom the serpent used to poison eves mind rose in my mind. Who is this fool!?!

I used my hand to wipe my face that was drained in dirty water.

I was determined to rain all types of curse and abuse on the idiot that just messed up my Sunday.

I raised my face and there he was standing like a six foot electric pole. The sun shone into my eyes and i moved away my eyes. I had no idea who this tall man was.

He held my hand and helped me up. His grip was so firm that it was hurting my arms. I stood up and stumbled into him. He pushed me away.

You are so clumsy that's why a car knocked you down.
What!

You are an idiot. I raised my face and saw him. I felt disgust.

There was the most handsome guy in my locality that no one dared to date. I had heard stories of how he snubs and mal treat women who throw themselves at him.

 At that moment i felt like i was the leader of women emancipation, revolting for his ill treatment.

I yelled abuses on him.

You don't want to know the details.

He just stood there staring at me.
I felt stupid. I started dusting my clothes. I was definitely going home. There was no way i was going to church all messed up  and wet. He drove into the church premises.

Idiot i yelled at him as he drove away.
I am going to walk back home all messed up and wet because of that idiot.

Cynthia disturbed my thoughts.

Chidinma  what happened to your clothes this Sunday morning. Are you going to church like this.

Its a long story i said as i walked past her.

My house is not too far from the church. I was just trekking and cursing away my life. Then a car was blaring his horn behind me.

What is with this day!? Person swear for me.
Who is this one again?! Whats with me and car owners.

I stopped and shifted for the car to pass. But it didn't. The glass was tinted. I sighed and continued walking. He blared the horn one more time. I turned angrily.
He came out. Get in the car he said calmly.

I looked at him from head to toes.
I hated the audacity with which he spoke to me. He drained my clothes and he is standing in front of me ordering me to get into his car.

I looked at him, hissed loudly than a 5 foot snake. And walked away.

He wasn't following me was what i thought. I had barely  taken few steps and he bundled me from behind.

What is wrong with you i yelled. In the middle of the road everyone was looking  as he carried me  on his shoulders. His grip was so tight.

He bumped my ass into the car seat and strapped the belt. I felt hopeless and tired. He walked to  the drivers seat mumbling.

How can a girl be so razz and ill mannered . I was baffled and disgusted at the same time.

Who does he think he is to bundle me like that holding my waist and my buttoks.

I was extremely pissed.

I sat quietly. He got to my house. I asked him to stop, then he stepped on the brakes. I yelled and screamed. He focused on the screen. I was just tired.
He got to the garden city avenue. Then he parked his car in front of a big mansion. 

Whose house is this? you talk too much he replied. Come down.

I came down from the the car. He headed into the house.

I followed, he tossed a towel at me and pointed the way to the bathroom.

I don't have changing clothes. I said.
He went inside grabbed a polo and short. 

And tossed it at me.

He went inside a room.

I walked into the bathroom, cleaned up and dressed in polo and shorts he gave me.

The polo had a masculine smell.
I sniffed it and it was a lovely smell. I was still sniffing the polo and my phone rang. I wore it and rushed out of the bathroom. My soiled clothes was still on the floor of the bathroom.

I sat down on the sofa and started answering uche's call.

Uche was my boyfriend, he was still asking me out and everything between us was still fresh. He was asking.

How my day was. I thought about how I was going to start gisting him how someone's knocked me down and how I ended up in a man's house.

I just said i am fine,

Did you go to church, no!

Why?

What type of questions is this one?

I was just tired of the excess questions, oh i am somewhere i will call you later.
When the call ended. I perceived a nice aroma from the kitchen. I was tempted to go and see what he was cooking.

But i have respect for myself.
I went into the bathroom to get my clothes, i didn't find my clothes.

Where is my clothes! I went to the kitchen. I am looking for my clothes. I asked him.

He was wearing apron and was cooking something nice. The aroma was breathtaking.

It's in the washing machine.

What? why? Its dirty and you left it on the bathroom floor. The dirt is messing up the tiles.

Ha! I was lost.

He continued. When the cloth dries you will go. 

What?

What is the meaning of all this. He just ignored me.

Please leave this place. You are disturbing me. Please.

What is wrong  with this one again oo.
I went into the parlour and started calling uche.

I was so comfortable. I was lying down and making call. I was faced down and giggling to the joke uche was telling me.

Hey you, are you sleeping. That was when it occurred to me that i was in someone's house.

Come and eat he called out to me. And left me there.

I was hungry and i was going to eat that food. I ended the call and went to the dinning table.

He asked me to pray.
Kilode!?  What's this guy forming? In all his riches he still prays.

I saw him as one egoistic crazy guy.
I prayed and we started eating.
Uches call came.

No calls at the table. He said.
Hian!
Ok.
We continued eating.

So what do you really do for a living  or you just chill at home and your mum makes the money.
I asked sarcastically.

He stared at me.

Then he gave me. The whole story of his life.

He gave me a peek into his life and i slightly understood the kind of person he was.

He was just a lonely guy, who wishes to love and be loved but money has stuffed every part of his life.

I felt nothing but pity for him.

Uche called again. I ended the call.

I was fascinated by the skills he had! He was really free with me. He showed me his paintings, he danced and showed me all types of crazy stunts. When it was eight o clock. He took me home.

It was an amazing experience. I was all smiles when i came back. I forgot it was my turn to cook the Sunday rice.

My sisters yelled and shouted but i was just giggling.

I had hit a jackpot. I knew something no one else knew.

I was waiting for Sunday to see him. I was having issues with uche for cutting his call during the gist with kitan.

I apologised profusely but he was still not happy.

I went to work on Monday excited. Soon weekend came again i dressed for Sunday service.

For the very first time i picked out the cloth i would wear. I ironed it.  And hung it. My sisters  blessing and chioma were bugging me. This one you are dressing for church.

On a normal Sunday i would just wear whatever came to my mind and go to church.

By the way i believed i was going to worship God not for fashion.

But this Sunday wasn't a normal Sunday. I went to church very early but i stayed at the back, so that i will see his position in the church. The church session started earlier than expected.

The topic was "posses your possession".

My mind wasn't even there. I was wondering why he didn't come to church. Church dismissed early the pastor said they were going for convention.

I was rather disappointed that kitan didn't show up for church. I felt so foolish for dressing up to see him.

I left the church. I was passing the car park when i saw kitans mother. Oh my!

This woman was over 50 but she looked younger than a 30 year old woman.

Money is such a good thing. I was still doing my wishful thinking. When my eyes met with kitans eyes.

He smiled.

For the the very first time. I thought he was handsome. I started walking towards him but he shook his head in disagreement looking at the mother.

I understood what he meant. His mother wont approve. 

I turned and went back home. Replaying kitans smile in my mind.

My Sunday went rather quite slow. My parents were around. We were watching Nigerian movie. My younger sister went outside to pee. She came in whispering calling me.

Dinma come outside. Bia this girl this movie is way too interesting for gossip.
Come or you will regret it. Everyone turned and looked at her. I stood up. I knew her, she meant every word she said.

I came outside to see kitan standing by my door.

Jesus! What are you doing in my house.
I came to see you.

Trouble has burst.

Go outside to your car first am coming.
Who is outside there my father asked from inside.

Eh.... I pushed kitan outside and i and my younger sister shouted no one.

Hey! This guy is in sane. If he knows how my father hates his family he will just fly away from our compound.

I grabbed my jean jacket  wore a flat shoe and raced outside. I went to chikaodis house if they ask.

She insisted i gave her something.
What do you want.!my younger sister has always been terrozing me since ages.
I want that your new hand bag.
You are crazy! 

I met kitan in his car and asked him to speed off.

Whats wrong!

I refused to tell him the real reason  well my father doesn't allow male visitors in our house.

Hmm! Duly noted.

We went to luxury resorts! He said it was his favourite spot in town.

             We even took pictures

We hung out and talked about everything, seriously everything. It was so cool.

He was the perfect boyfriend. He was so adorable. And cute. He was so human unlike what everyone thinks he is.
He has dreams, fears and ambitions, hopes and aspirations.

He wasn't  entirely a spoilt brat as we all assumed.

It was around 9 pm. I urged him its time to go. He was reluctant to let me go.
We were having fun and his jokes were out if this world. 

The following weeks, we were always speaking on the phone. Our calls were quite frequent that every one in  the house knew about it.

Chioma my second  sister warned about hanging out with kitan. He was Yoruba  and too rich and his mom wont even allow it.

We are just friends. Nothing else i assured her.

Uche called he was worried how i was no longer hanging out with him. How I was cheating on him. 

I have to make up with my boyfriend. I apologized he asked me to meet up with him at luxury city but i asked for another venue.

He insisted that we meet up there.

I dressed up in my pink lovely gown and headed towards luxury city. When i got there i didn't see uche. I waited and waited his phone was switched off. I had already waited for an hour.

Every time the bar gal asked me, what can i get you?

I am waiting for someone. I kept on saying.
And it looked like i was a call girl. Oh no,  i had had to  leave.