Loving Nwamgbeke – 2


Nwamgbeke continued to shake Ikechukwu. ‘Hey, Ikechukwu!’ she cried. ‘Ikechukwu, licing up na! Ikechukwu!’

She tried to pull him up. ‘Ikechukwu, I soly na, prease licing up. Please, I not knows you is there. Ikechukwu! Ikechukwu!’

Ikechukwu remained still on the floor.

Nwamgbeke dropped flat on the ground beside her husband. ‘Neighbours o! Neighbours, come o! I has kill my husband o! I has kill him o!’

Ikechukwu opened his eyes. ‘Hey, shut up, which neighbours are you calling?’

Nwamgbeke quickly wiped at her eyes. ‘Ikechukwu! Ikechukwu, you are alife?’

Ikechukwu shook his head. ‘Come here.’


‘Shift closer!’

‘Okay, okay.’ Nwamgbeke quickly moved so that her body now touched Ikechukwu’s.

‘The knife is in my intestine,’ Ikechukwu said.

‘Eh, in your destiny?’

‘Intestine! You will pull out slowly.’

‘You as in me?’


Nwamgbeke gave an eager nod. ‘Okay, okay. So I hold it and just pull it now.’ Nwamgbeke was reaching underneath Ikechukwu’s belly.

Ikechukwu slapped her hand away. ‘Wait.’

‘Wait kwa?’

‘Yes, wait,’ Ikechukwu said. He stirred a little and let out a deep groan.

‘Hey, Ikechukwu! Ikechukwu doesn’t die here o. Doesn’t die here o! If you dead here, I just kill myself.’

Interest flickered in Ikechukwu’s eyes. ‘Eh, you will kill yourself if I die?’

‘Yes na.’

‘Really? Why?’

‘Ha, you asking? It not better I kill my self myself than Florence kill me? You talk as you not know your sister; she not only kill me, she pieces me. Pieces me like ngwogwo.’


‘Yes na, you talk as you not know.’

‘Leave Florence, what of your bags?’

‘My bag, what happen to it?’

‘The bags you packed, are you still leaving or not?’

‘Hia. I mally ghost before?’

Ikechukwu stared at her, and then heaved up his bulk to lie on his back.

The kitchen knife fell away. There was no blood.

Nwamgbeke’s eyes flew wide. ‘Ikechukwu! Ikechukwu, you do magic?’

Ikechukwu was staring at her.

Nwamgbeke rose to a kneeling posture. ‘Hey!’ She shook her head, visibly disgruntled. ‘Hey, Ikechukwu, so you not stop this 419? This 419 you do do, police come cally you, you not stop it abi? Ikechukwu, glow conscience o! Glow conscience!’

‘Come on, I’m not a fraudster,’ Ikechukwu said. ‘I was framed.’

‘You was flame?’

‘Framed up, yes!’

‘E-eh? So the person that flame you, why it not hang your photo for parlour?’

‘Shut up, come here!’ Ikechukwu held Nwamgbeke and drew her to himself.

She fell on top of him and he quickly slipped his lips into hers.

Nwamgbeke pulled up immediately. ‘You want to do that thing so that I losing contlol and not lemember I leaving tomolo again abi?’

‘Come here jor!’ Ikechukwu pulled her back down to himself again. He held her firm and started kissing her again.

Nwamgbeke continued to struggle, but as his lips continued to suck round hers, her struggle fell down the same way.

Finally, it died and she was still, and receptive.

Gently, Ikechukwu turned her and came on top her. Slowly, he took the blue shank buttons of her blouse off their holes and her breasts came into view.

They were full, well-rounded and bouncy.

Below him, a great hardness threatened to push away the zipper of his trousers.

He bent and covered one nipple with his lips, his fingers gently tickling the other.

Nwamgbeke’s eyes rolled up and stayed there, so that only their whites were visible now.

He gave her a sharp tight suck and she gasped, ‘Ikechukwu!’

She slipped one thumb into her mouth and with the other hand rubbed his shaved head.

A rough pounding noise flew through the air, jerking Nwamgbeke back to life.

Nwamgbeke’s eyes rolled back down and she quickly got up and crossed her arms on her naked breasts. ‘Who knock the door like that?’

Ikechukwu cast forward a wondering gaze.

He got up and helped Nwamgbeke up. Nwamgbeke buttoned back her blouse and ran her palm over her kissed lips.

She was heading out when Ikechukwu called, ‘Hey!’

She stopped and turned. ‘I go and checking who knocking.’

‘I know. Wait.’

She looked down and saw the protrusion below Ikechukwu’s waist. ‘Oh, your okoro not come down yet?’

Finally, his organ softened and his zipper returned back to its normal position.

He walked out with his wife.

At the front door, he pressed down a knob and turned the handle to open it.

A fair young man in a broad white shirt and jean trousers stood facing them.

‘Who are you?’ Ikechukwu asked.

The man’s eyes shifted from him to Nwamgbeke who was staring back with her mouth wide open.

‘Mgbeke!’ the visitor called.




The man flew into the room and threw his arms round Nwamgbeke.

Ikechukwu turned to them, eyes wide in astonishment.

Finally they separated, but Nnamdi’s hand remained on Nwamgbeke’s waist.

‘Hey, who are you?’ Ikechukwu asked.

The boy turned to Nwamgbeke instead. ‘Who is he and what are you doing here?’

Ehm, erm…’ Nwamgbeke kept twisting her thumb.

The two men’s eyes were now on her.

She turned to Nnamdi first. ‘Nnamdi.’

Then to Ikechukwu. ‘Ikechukwu.’

Back to Nnamdi. ‘Erm, Nnamdi, Ikechukwu is the man that came and pay papa hospital plice and later come and pay my blide plice.’

Ikechukwu’s lips burst open.

Nnamdi let go off Nwamgbeke’s waist at once.


Nnamdi took Nwamgbeke’s hand. ‘I want to talk to you in private,’ he said, starting toward the door.

At the door, Nwamgbeke turned to Ikechukwu. ‘I coming, you hear, he say he talk to me in plivate.’

The door slammed shut behind them.

Ikechukwu walked quietly to one of the cream-colored sofas and sat. He relaxed back into the soft, comfy seat, but pulled out the next minute to stare at the door, his fingers joined and his legs joggling.

Outside, Nwamgbeke said to Nnamdi, ‘Let stand her and doing the talking na.’

Nnamdi drew her a further away and finally stopped. ‘Why did you marry him?’ he asked.

‘Ha, you not hear when I say he come and pay Papa hospital money?’


‘Evely day he buy banana, water merlin, erm, what is that one that is kirikiri like mbembe?’


‘So is he come later and say he want mally me and he pay my blide plice.’

‘And you agreed to marry him?’

‘Hia, I not aglee before?’

‘What about us?’

Nwamgbeke frowned. ‘What about it?’

‘You should have waited,’ Nnamdi said. ‘You should have waited for me.’

The frown Nwamgbeke’s face deepened. ‘Nnamdi, so I not mally fine boy engineer that say he want mally me and wait for lunning away boy abi? Nnamdi, glow sense na, glow sense.’

‘I didn’t run away!’



‘What you do?’

‘I went schooling, told you I got an admission.’

‘So? I not telling to pay my blide plice before you wenting away? I tell you or I not told you?’

‘Ok, let’s forget the past. Where do we stand now?’

Hia.’ Nwamgbeke looked around. ‘We standing outside na.’

‘What I mean is, do you still love me?’

Nwamgbeke was staring.

‘Answer na!’

‘What you want me to say, eh, Nnamdi? What you want me to say now?’

‘I know you still do. So here is the plan.’

Nwamgbeke’s eyes became wide. ‘You cally prank come?’

‘I said plan, by the way, why is he at home at this time?’


‘The person that paid your bride price. I thought he returns in the evening.’

‘Oh, you meaning Ikechukwu? He leturning any time he likening na, morning, afternoon and night.’

‘Okay, now listen.’

‘I ristening.’

‘You will…’ Nnamdi’s phone began to ring.

He removed it from his pocket and put to his ear. ‘Sir?’

A pause.

‘Yes, sir.’


‘I’m inside already, sir.’

‘I’m already working on it, sir, I will call you back.’ He ended the call and returned the phone back to his pocket.

‘Inside who you tell am?’ Nwamgbeke asked.

‘Forget the call, listen.’

‘I ristening.’

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10 Comments on “Loving Nwamgbeke – 2”

  1. So they used hospital bill settlement to pay bride price? After now they say that Igbos de collect plenty moni for bride price! Good one Dan.

  2. This is going to be an interesting read. Nice one. Sir Iyke, I think you misread the hospital bills and the bride price part. Ikechukwu paid the hospital bills first and then later paid Mgbeke's bride price. I don't think any igbo man will ever exchange his daughter's bride price for anything.

  3. so with all d intelligent smart gals inLagos its d village one ikechukwu decided to marry…hope they dont use her to squeeze d guy dry of his money cos its looking so…some guys re sick d babe is engaged u asking her wer u stand Der re many fishes in d river go for another

  4. Not comfortable with Ikechukwu's calm. A stranger comes in hugs your wife and takes her out for a tete a tete and you sit down. Let's keep reading.

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