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For a man as hardworking as Richard, the concept of luck was unfathomable and unnecessary. He felt that everyone should get what they worked for, what they deserved. He was not one of those who believed that even hardworking folks need a little luck. He believed that input should be exactly equal to output, nothing more, nothing less.

That said, Richard was old enough to understand that what is and what ought to be are two entirely different things. He would have preferred the non-existence of luck to be a universal truth but in his more than two decades on earth, he had come to believe in its existence, even fear it a little. For he had come to believe that luck was an unpredictable, arbitrary fellow; reasonable sometimes and unfair most of the time. Good luck could be bestowed on you for no apparent reason but when you desperately needed it, luck could comfortably sit and watch without doing a thing. Or… he could choose to show his other side – ill-luck. Now, that was considerably worse.

Richard never prayed for luck in business (for he was doubly convinced that if he worked extra hard, he would make profit) but he practically cried for it in love, for that was an equation with far too many variables.

The first woman he ever loved was a spitting image of him, personality-wise. They loved the exact same things and hated the same things. Movies, books, songs, foods, even people. They were excited by the same things, irritated by the same things. They had the same dreams and the same aspirations, the same philosophies. On those nights when self-doubt left the corners of his mind and sat comfortably in the centre, he feared that it was all too good to be true. Two years later, he was proved right. She got engaged to someone else, travelled out of the country and gave him a phone call to tell him that she couldn’t imagine spending the rest of her life with a male version of herself. Apparently, the fact that they were very alike was very bad.

His friends didn’t buy it for one second. They fumed, raged and cursed at her for five minutes and then invited him to an exotic dance club. They advised him to focus on money because it was the only thing that guaranteed a woman would stay. She left because they were too alike? They shook their heads in disbelief.

Richard, unlike them, believed it without an iota of doubt and began searching anew, so when three years later he met Iye, he was elated. They had a serious connection but for an entirely different reason. They were polar opposites but seemed to thrive on that fact. Exciting arguments were generated constantly and outings were arranged just to see the other’s point of view. Their affair blossomed into something colossal and Richard could not believe his own heart could beat so enthusiastically again.

But of course! Unlike poles attract. Even science had attested to that long before his birth. He was simply silly to have ignored that natural law all his life. Along the line, he proposed and Iye brought an overwhelming, almost painful joy to his heart when she had said yes, with tears running down her tender cheeks.

So here he was, dressed to kill in his wedding suit, a smile on his face and tears threatening to drop down his masculine face. He looked out across the water and wondered how it could be so beautiful, for he was sitting (with an ironic smile on his face) on the edge of the bridge he had driven to in a moment of blind confusion immediately after Iye had left him at the altar. He had been humiliated. Humbled. Heart-broken. Ah, Luck! The heartless thing.

As far as he could see, there was only one thing to do for surely, he could not go on living like this. He looked down into the water and smiled triumphantly at the fact that he had always postponed learning to swim. He would simply surrender.

Richard, the most determined man he knew, at that moment felt his heart falter. Should he? Or should he step back and go take catechism classes for he was convinced that Love was not for him. While following this train of thought, he noticed someone walk cautiously towards him from his left side. He hoped to God that it wasn’t a police officer but then again, the police didn’t care about that sort of thing in this country. He turned slowly and saw a woman, an extremely gorgeous woman with the sun in her eyes. She was smiling warily and even the tears in his eyes and the pieces in his heart could not blind him to the fact that she was far more beautiful than Iye. Even in wedding make-up.

As he contemplated turning around fully and walking away from the edge of the bridge, it hit him. This was a trick. A trick being played on him by none other than Luck herself. Ill-luck! He was being lured from a peaceful passage into purgatory to be duly deceived and then silently slaughtered for the final time on the altar of Love. Richard a.k.a Chibuzo, was too much of a sharp man for that. He looked straight at the water, said a short pitiful, prayer and plunged feet first. He heard the gorgeous lady scream, felt the cold, unforgiving water rush up on him and then he remembered what Iye had said at the altar. She had said they were too different. She couldn’t understand him.

END.