Emeka

A couple of years ago, when my mother wouldn’t stop with the incessant ” when are you going to marry” ish… I met Emeka, he was your typical money miss road, igbo man.
Looking back now, I wonder why I was trying to put myself through that torture of unending happiness, I guess it was because I was tired of the everyday “family” meeting held on my behalf.

First day we met, he goes “I want to marry you, na you go be my wife”.. I smiled and said okay but Emeka would not be deterred. He would call everyday starting the conversation with “Mummy have you eat”
I was turned off, I was not one to intentionally seek class or wealth, but I expect it… Or expect a potential of it… I do not want my children to go through half of what I did. I work my butt off and expect the same from a partner.

Emeka had the wealth but he also had zero emotional intelligence, zero courtesy and zero manners. He would come to the bank, answering calls in the loudest voice possible and i always used to wonder why he shouted so much.
“H E L L O, onye n’ekwu”……. “ehhh”… “isi gini”…. “ö groupage na, isi na container mu a landi godi” – you would often hear him screaming, not talking…*******************
He was sitting at my desk, the right word would be slouching,his legs spread apart like he was about to give birth, on the phone as usual. I knew he was about to start with his usual marriage proposal so I got up and went to the cafeteria, trying to buy time so he could leave, I had barely sat there for a couple of minutes before my colleague came to call me that I was needed. I couldn’t hide my disdain.. “Ehen my wife, where did you go? I have be waiting for you na” – He said immediately I sat down… I smiled and arranged some documents that didn’t require any type of arrangements…

“Ada, i love you, I want to marry you, I’m not interested in your sex so you should not be think that I am all these small boys who come just for your sex” – He said, albeit in a low tone

I mentally corrected the grammar in my head before I responded “I don’t know you and I don’t think I want to get married now” – I said, my eyes focused on my screen “Taa, don’t talk like that, are you a small gyal, no! So why do you not want to marry or is it because you meet a lot of bigger mens here”

I was silent but in my head I thought “it’s men, not mens”. English was not our first language so I didn’t hold any kind of blame over him. It was just amusing to hear.

Emeka talked for a while and I responded with the usual hmmm, no, yes, monotone… He wasn’t emotionally aware that I wasn’t interested or maybe he was and felt eventually I would give in.
This went on for weeks, he would come every other day appealing to me, using this phrase “you are my sister o”… Like brah, isn’t that incest?

After about two months, I was having a conversation with my friend and colleague and she told me how she felt I was been mean to emeka and that I should cut him slack. That it is best to marry a man that loves you more and igbo men are known to cater to their wives. When I raised an objection as to his his lack of social courtesy, she told me I can teach him. I knew emeka is not the kind of person that’s open minded but I thought, i should give this a try. So i called him and scheduled a date with him…

On the day of the date, I wore a long beige dress, I didn’t put too much thought into it. I called him and he requested we meet at the mall. When I got there… We went to a fast food restaurant to eat, all through the meal, we only talked about him, he was not interested in knowing anything about me, he asked about my bride price and told me about their village traditions, told me about his life in the village, to serving his Oga and then gaining freedom to have his own store and his first love that he caught with a different man, not a single moment did he even ask a thing about me.
He told me his best food, it sounded more like a boss dishing out responsibilities for an employee. He went on about how he would take care of me, open a big store for me and fill it up with different things so I can stop this bank work… I raised my eyebrow and he knew I was offended by that. “baby, how much are they paying you, don’t worry about, I will be paying you every month and still open the shop for you”
For some particular reason, I wasn’t feeling it, there wasn’t nothing wrong with him but he’s not for me, I cannot stay with a man I’m not turned on by. I decided there and then not to meet with him again, his intentions are noble but I want to grow too, I have no intention of been a full time housewife.
The date ended and Emeka gave me 1,500 naira to pay the uber because I wasn’t driving.
I felt insulted because I did not ask but I didn’t show it because I knew his intention was not to annoy me…. I consider myself a highly emotionally intelligent individual, I can always almost put myself in a person’s shoe and see things from their perspective.
I went home and went about my life….

His calls came in almost every hour the next working day, in his mind, my date with him was an acceptance of his proposal. “Mummy how is work going….. Mummy have you eat….. Mummy when will I see you……. Mummy I want to come and see your mother…. Mummy I love you ok?…. Mummy you are so beautiful mummy….. Mummy why are you not picking my call….. Mummy if have offend you, i say sorry…. Mummy pls tell me what I do….. His texts and call goes….. At a point, I felt, if I hear mummy, one more time, I’d shoot myself in the fucking head… I wasn’t happy that he felt this way, so i eventually called. I cut the pleasantries and laid it out for him “Emeka, right now, I’m not ready to marry. I’m not looking for a boyfriend either. I suggest you find someone else”
He goes “Mummy I have annoy you, okay send me your account, let me apologise… It won’t happen again. I love you and I will marry you, i know that you will give me plenty sons them”
I swear to gawd, I really tried but the igbo in me cannot say no to “send your account number” that’s the third most sexiest sentence to me. The first is “Sit on my face”
I gently said ok, my aggressiveness melting at the sound of money, I didn’t know what to say again… I just said “ok” and hung up the phone. I thought about it for almost 20 minutes…. Ok 3 minutes but i swear it felt like 20 minutes before I sent my account details to him.
After about 2 hours, I received some credit, he had sent me N30,000. I was a bit disappointed, felt like I sold my pride for 30k but again it was the gesture that counted.
I called him, thanked him and agreed to see him by weekend.. “ehhh Ada, just kukuma accept say you don marry, because this one no go let you rest, if you say you wan go, na money he go use hold you” – I thought to myself

Friday after work, i wore a mini dress, emeka had said we were going clubbing. We went to a restaurant to have dinner, then a local pub where we had a few drinks… We got to his house so we could chill a bit before going clubbing and i fell asleep, obviously tired from the stress of the day.
I woke almost 5 hours later and I was still in my dress on the couch in Emeka’s living room. I panicked because I couldn’t remember where I was, the room was dimly lit and I managed to find the switch for the bulb, i switched on the light and i gathered my things and walked to his bedroom. He was fast asleep, it didn’t even occur to him to wake me up to go sleep in the bedroom, but again I felt it was possible he didn’t want to wake me up.
My face felt icky due to the makeup so I requested for a towel so I could shower, i didn’t have any extra clothing, I asked him to give a t-shirt. He brought out one of shirts that was very long and reached my knee.
After I was done taking my bath, I dry my skin and changed into the shirt in the bathroom and joined him on the bed after switching off the light… I got up a few minutes later and helped myself to a glass of liquor I saw in his cabinet, I had a lot to drink. I wanted to fall asleep immediately I hit the bed and it worked.
A few minutes later, i could feel hands on my boobs, caressing my nipples and rubbing on the skin gently… It felt good but I was too tired to move.. Emeka didnt stop, he kept rubbing on it, occasionally drifting his hands to my stomach and rubbing on it, i have no idea what that was meant to to achieve but for some reason I let him continue… He took my silence to mean acceptance and decided to go all in…. Worst night ever

Emeka turned me around so aggressively, i had to quickly open my eyes.. He came ontop of him all 200kg of him ontop my 60kg body, no finesse, just in one swift motion, I felt my lungs compressing… “Get up, get up oo” – I was yelling “mummy wait, you will like it” – He replied, lifting the shirt and biting my nipples, all in the name of sucking it… I tried to push him away, he was strong… I was disgusted… But we were both laughing… “mummy, you will enjoy it, don’t worry…” he kept repeating..
I couldn’t hold my laughter, this one wey dey bite my boobs will kill me before the sex… He held my hands, trying to slide down so he could suck on on pussy, i had to find a way out of here before I died. I knew that this was going to be where I died.. “Emeka Wait, just wait” – I said “Mummy you will like it, i see it in one blue film” – He said

I almost choked of laughter… He was looking at me, wondering why I was laughing but I didn’t pay him any attention. I kept laughing, then pretended I was choking so he could go get me some water.
The moment he stood up, i locked the bedroom door and slept. When he came back, I told him to go sleep on the chair, making a joke out of it about how he left me on the couch too.
That was the only way I could have peace, I slept peacefully and woke up very early, dressed up and told him I was leaving… My body language the next few times he called was very clear that I was not interested!

The End