I DEY FEAR GIRLS PART 1
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“Ogechi, meet my boyfriend, Chidi.
Chidi, this is my cousin Oge, the one I
have been telling you about,” Uchechi
said beaming with smiles. “I have heard
a lot about you, Oge,” Chidi said,
extending his hand for a handshake. He
smiled broadly as Ogechi’s tender palm
brushed against his. “I hope you heard
good things about me,” she said with a
cheeky smile. “Of course, no!” Chidi
replied. “Really?” asked Ogechi. “Just
kidding. Uchechi has told me what a
wonderful cousin you are.” “That is
better,” Ogechi said rolling her eyes. “Of
course you are the best cousin anyone
could ever have,” Uchechi added.
“Thanks for everything you do for my
Uche. She tells me everything, and I am
deeply grateful to you.” “It is okay…
Uchechi is my darling cousin, of course;
I’d do anything for her.” Uchechi had
been seeing Chidi for about eight
months. Finally, she brought him home.
She stayed with Ogechi’s family.
Ogechi’s mother was her mother’s older
sister. Since her family lived in the
village, she stayed with Ogechi’s family
while she studied at Enugu State
University (ESUT). There had been times
when her immediate family could not
afford to pay her tuition or provide
money for her upkeep, Ogechi and her
family stepped in to take care of the
situation. Consequently, both cousins
had grown very close to each other. “I
hope you are not one of those cultists at
ESUT?” Ogechi asked as they sat down
in the living room. “Come on, not every
ESUT male student is a cultist,” Chidi
retorted. “I know, but from the number
of shootings we hear of from across the
wall at UNEC, a lot of male students at
ESUT seem to be involved.” “That is a
lie. A whole lot of ESUT students are not
cultists. A small fraction of the student
population gives the rest of us a bad
name. There are cultists at UNEC as
well.” “Just a few. UNEC is a quiet
academic environment, and you know
that!” “No, I don’t. Folks at UNEC are
just a bunch of pretenders – ajebos that
would go to any length to show that they
are from rich homes. Well, you and I
know that the vast majority of your
students at UNEC lie through their
teeth.” “Just a few!” “Really? Just like a
few ESUT students are involved in
cultism?” “Enough of that ESUT – UNEC
argument,” Uchechi stepped in to break
the argument. “Please let’s get
something to eat.” She got up and
walked towards the kitchen. Ogechi
followed her. Uchechi had suffered a
horrendous heartbreak some years
earlier, so she had formed the habit of
taking time to study a guy before fully
jumping into a relationship with them.
She had taken her time to scrutinize
Chidi before bringing him home. After
the first visit, Chidi came around quite
often. Before long, Uchechi’s uncle and
aunt began to call in ogo (in-law). He
was a bright engineering student with a
big smile and a handsome face. He was
likeable. Chidi’s best friends, Ifeanyi,
Emeka, Sunday and Nsudeh would often
accompany him to Ogechi’s house to
see Uchechi. They lived in a sizeable
compound with a two storey building
belonging to Ogechi’s father. He was a
real estate broker who had done fairly
well for himself. The building was
located in Achara Layout, Enugu. “I
really like your babe’s cousin, Ogechi,”
Sunday once told Chidi. They were
seated in Ogechi’s father’s compound
peeling and eating fresh oranges. “I
want to ask her out,” he continued. “I
think she already has a boyfriend at
UNEC,” said Chidi. “But you are not
sure,” Sunday protested. “Maybe you
don’t want me to date your girlfriend’s
cousin,” Sunday continued, frowning his
face. “Don’t talk like that, Sunday,”
Nsudeh reprimanded him. “He only said
the girl might have a boyfriend. If you
like her, then ask her out. Chidi won’t
stop you and you certainly don’t need
his permission. However, if she says no,
things will certainly become somewhat
awkward. Bear that in mind,” Nsudeh
added philosophically. “I know that, but
I still want to try.” “Then, go ahead,”
said Chidi. “Lilly-livered Sunday. You
always talk the talk but you don’t walk
the walk. Please stop bugging us jare! Is
this the first time you have made an
absolute hullabaloo about a girl only to
chicken out in the end? I heard Uchechi
mention that Ogechi will be home this
weekend. You have your chance to make
a move on her. If you snooze, you lose,
because I too have interest in her,”
Ifeanyi teased. “Everyone is throwing
their hat in the ring. What about,
Emeka?” “I am just watching these guys
make a fool of themselves. I am a man
of few words. You know that when I
want something, I go for it,” Emeka
replied with a smirk. “So, you are
interested, abi? I am interested too,”
declared Nsudeh. “I said I was
watching.” “Watching what? Us or the
beautiful girl?” “Both!” Ogechi was home
that weekend and the boys were on
hand, shelving their plans to join Chidi
on a visit to Achara Layout. “All roads
lead to Achara Layout this weekend,”
Sunday said as they rode in a taxi. “I am
sure when you stand in front of her, you
will begin to suffer Parkinson’s. Stop
shouting now, shout in front of her,”
Nsudeh teased him. “You nko? How
many girls have you successfully
toasted?” Sunday red back at him.
“Children shout and make noise, but
when the chips are down, they cannot
get the job done,” said Emeka. “Stop
talking like a sage!” Ifeanyi red at him.
“I have never seen you with a girl, yet
you always want to claim that you are
commander of all women. Where are
they? Who is your girlfriend? You dey
fear girls too, so stop pretending as
though you were the king of queens!”
Ifeanyi red a straight shot at Emeka. “I
will not argue with you, Ifeanyi. Watch
me act…that is all,” Emeka replied with
an air of confidence. … Darkness was
slowly wrapping its long dark arms
around the skies, shielding the sun from
mother earth. Ogechi went downstairs to
fetch water from the tap and Sunday
followed her. “Let me help you with that
Oge,” he offered. “Oh, thank you
Sunny,” she replied. Her dimples were
ravishing! Her big bold eyes glared with
life as she smiled. The teasing puff of
her perfume swirled around,
mesmerizing Sunday. Side by side, they
descended the stairs. “So, how are
things going at UNEC?” He asked, not
sure how to start his move. “Life at
UNEC is ne. I enjoy it. How about you?
How do you like engineering at ESUT?”
“Not bad at all. I am doing very well.
You know, I am the best student in my
class. If things stay the way they are, I’d
end up with first class honors.” “Good
for you.” “Yes, I am really thankful. I
work really hard. I want to work for
Chevron when I graduate.” “That would
be wonderful.” What about you? What
are your aspirations?” “I don’t know
yet,” replied Ogechi.” “I am still thinking
about it. Business administration could
lead into anything, really, but what I
really enjoy the most is writing. I find
that I have a passion for writing, so I
might return to school for a master’s in
mass communication when I graduate.”
“That is great. If you want it, just go for
it,” Sunday urged her as he dragged a
bucketful of water up the stairs. “Did
you ask her?” Nsudeh asked at the first
opportunity after Sunday and Ogechi
rejoined them upstairs. “Yes,” he lied.
“And what did she say?” She wants to
think it through, but I know she will say
yes. She is into me already…I can tell,”
he whispered to Nsudeh. “It is a lie,”
Ifeanyi said his eyes burning with
incredulity. “I am going to make a move
on her,” Ifeanyi insisted. “You can’t. If
Sunday has already asked her out, it
would look stupid of any of us to as her
out this night,” Nsudeh explained. “I
know Sunday’s line…I swear he went
there and told her that he is a first class
material.” “How do you know?” Nsudeh
queried. “Shut up. You are jealous of my
academic performance,” said Sunday.
Eventually, they agreed to hold off
asking Ogechi out in the meantime.
Weeks later, there was no news from
Sunday. “She is taking her time,” he
explained to his friends.” “Come on, I
spoke to Uchechi about it. If you had
asked Ogechi out, she would have told
Uchechi. Up to this time, she has not
mentioned it to Uchechi,” Chidi
intervened. “I said it!” shouted Ifeanyi.
“He went there and told her he is a first
class material. Idiot. You took my
chance away from me. I would have
asked her out that night!” Ifeanyi fumed.
… Three Months Later “Why are you
crying, Oge?” Uchechi asked. “This has
got to stop. You have failed to return to
UNEC for over four weeks since school
resumed. What is going on? You won’t
talk to me or your parents. I am not
leaving your room until you tell me what
is going on,” Uchechi insisted. “I can’t…I
am not sure. My God, I am dying of
pains that are marauding every inch of
my body and soul. I don’t know what I
know or if what I know makes sense. I
am hurt, Uchechi. I carry a burden I do
not know how to let go of it,” Ogechi
replied, almost in an esoteric language.
“What are you talking about, Oge? You
know you can tell me anything. Please,
my dearest cousin, what is it?” Ogechi
peered at her and shook her head in
tears. “I am not going anywhere until
you tell me what it is,” Uchechi insisted.
“I am…I am…” She paused as tears ran
amok on her face. “You are pregnant?”
Uchechi asked.

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