HEARTS APART: THE WHIRLWIND OF AGONY

HEARTS APART: THE WHIRLWIND OF AGONY

  October 19, 2018    InspireForte Solutions

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Often at times we've been at crossroads with the time periods of our lives - the past, present and future, wondering where to go. We either have ghosts from our past, the nightmares of our present and fear for the future hunting our very existence. We ignorantly fail miserably to reconcile our differences as our deeds of yesteryear's and today,  threaten to blow away the hopes of our future. That was the case with the effervescent Chuka.

Here's his story : As we gathered at moonlight to hear this tale from Mazi Ejiofor, the greatest village warrior, he began: Right there at the village square as the villagers crowded the arena on hearing about the demise of Chuka. What a wasted life! hurled Mazi Nnabuife, the farmer. Mazi Okafor, the palmwine tapper,  in his usual manner wailed like a widow in mourning period and screamed: : 'the stubborn fly that refuses to listen follows the corps to the grave.'  Like our elders say 'whoever opens holes in his house is surely inviting the gathering of lizards'. Handsome Chuka was a ladies-man who applied himself much to that proverb with his womanizing lifestyle. He made himself vulnerable to the veinous attacks of the 'beautiful delilahs' with his promiscuity. His muscular built could topple that of Goliath in the bible. His sense of tush dressing added to his class as a graduate from the States was swashbuckling. Little wonder every maiden in the village desired, fought and sought to have him. To them not having him was unthinkable - 'it's like taking away a little child's favourite candy from him'. They all develop weak feets whenever he comes calling for his sexual escapades. His sugar-coated tongue did the dirty tricks of luring them into his bed. His insatiable desire for anything on skirt regardless of age, shape and size was a ticking time bomb ready to explode in no time. He used, dumped and made a public show of them with reckless abandon. Ultimately, his life-clock stopped ticking the day he met Ufuoma. She had just returned from the city where she had gone to learn a trade. She was much changed from the village maid she was at the palace before fortune smiled on her. She had a soft heart that radiated her innocence and naivety. Perhaps she didn't allow the pleasures of city life influence her. She was the toast of all. Suddenly Chuka had his eyes on her in lust, but Ufuoma gave her heart to him totally in love. Days passed, weeks moved on like a train and the supposed two love birds were all over the village. Soon afterwards, troubles began to creep in gradually as Chuka became impatient with her refusal to give him her pride, but she always refused to succumb but kept on preaching patience to him. Her mantra being :'until her marital rites are done'. Chuka thought to himself: 'the patient dog might eventually die of hunger'. Incessantly they quarreled and fought bringing back memories of the Biafran War. The more her resistance, the bigger his obsession grew to have carnal knowledge of her. Eventually she gave in to his animalistic urge because she wanted him to be happy or so she thought.

'Life is cruel, love is fickle and women are bitches', Chuka boasted to his friends as he told them of the latest victim of his antics. Things feel apart between the two love birds as news of his sexual affair with her spread like wildfire. Chuka's refusal to reconcile his differences with her fell on deaf ears. The hurt, heartbreak and angst she felt became a disastrous tsunami. She was prepared to have the last laugh and draw blood that will spill and atone for the blood of her pride that stained the cane bed on that regrettable night. Just as Chuka slept that fateful night, she got him bonded with the help of maidens who had suffered similar fate like her. She then reached for his manhood slicing it off as he screamed to death. Hell has no fury than a scorned woman. She laid his lifeless body with his manhood on it at the village square in public glare and vanished into thin air - certainly only God knows where.

Theirs is surely a tale for generations to come.

What lesson did you learn from this story?lets know your thoughts...