Amarachi proved how intelligent she was by scoring very high at the JAMB exam she sat for. She was admitted into Nnamdi Azikiwe University, to study accounting. When I got the news of her admission, I shopped for things I felt she would need in school and decided to travel home again in my car just to see her and also to give her the things I bought for her.
I went straight to their house immediately I got to the village. She was hanging some cloths in the line when I walked into their compound. She sang away melodiously not noticing my arrival as the gate was wide open. She did the waist twisting Igbo dance move using the washed cloth dripping with water as handkerchief. Her hips swayed from side to side and my tummy pinched me sharply. I really didn’t want the whole show to end but I knew I would feel embarrassed if someone had seen me watching her that way.
“Amarachi….” I called out finally
She turned around with shock and flung away the cloth she had with her immediately she saw me. To my surprise, she screamed excitedly, like a lightning bolt she moved towards me, jumped on me and hugged me so tight putting my fragile heart in trouble. I felt an electrifying movement all over my body as she wrapped her tiny hands around me. She smelled liked the morning dew and her joy was contagious. Although she was not willing to let go, I gently dropped her down like an egg as I smiled sheepishly. Seeing her again gave me the assurance that I was doing the right thing. It was as if she had gotten prettier than the last time I saw her.
“Welcome Brother” She said twisting her hands and bending her legs at the same time. Her mother and father whom heard her screaming rushed out to see what was wrong with their daughter only to see me standing.
“Our inlaw…..” They both chorused as they their faces lightened up the moment they saw me.
“Good evening Ma, Good evening Sir” I greeted as they both patted my back in response to my greeting
“How is my friend, your mother doing?” Amara’s mother asked
“She’s fine Nne although I am yet to see them, I am just coming from Lagos…I just came to give Amara the items I bought for her to take to school, they are in the car”
“Oh my Son, God will bless you for everything you have done for our daughter…I can’t believe I am going to become the mother of a graduate” Her mother said happily
“Don’t mention Mama, Amara is my wife to be and everything I am doing now is for our future”
“That’s true my son but we must still thank you, not everybody will do this you know…may God continue to bless you for us” Amara’s father added
“Amen…” I said while I turned to Amara who has been smile throughout the all convo.
“Brother…thank you…” She said excitedly joining her parents in thanking me too.
“She is even leaving for school tomorrow” Amara’s mother said
“Wow… lucky me, that means I will have to take you to school myself” I grinned because that meant spending time with her
“Aaaaaa…brother with your car?” She asked naively
“Yes Amara…” I said as we all laughed
We excused ourselves away from her parents while we went to the car to get the stuffs.
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The next day…
As promised, I went to pick Amara at home to drop her off at school. Her bags were already packed and the whole family were waiting for me outside including her four younger brothers. As we moved her things into the car, I gave her parents some money and promised them I will be sending them money on a monthly basis. Her parent’s joy knew no bounds; Amara’s mother danced and danced till her feet hurt from the rigorous steps she took. She praised God and thanked me ceaselessly for all the support.
I was happy to see that my lovely wife to be was full of joy. They bade her farewell as we drove away. To gist with Amara was as simple as ABC. I laughed throughout our journey to her school. She had good sense of humour. There was this particular story she pulled about the annual village wrestling competition where an opponent who after seeing his other opponent took to his heels because of his huge size. I laughed myself off; an hour with her was like a minute. When we arrived at her school, I helped her settle into the one-room self-contained apartment I had earlier sent money for her to secure. I gave her some cash and told her never to hesitate to call me if she needed anything.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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