My darling chukka.

“my God!!!

“Yes!!! Yes, I will.”
Chukka had already started planning the wedding ceremony in her head as Niyi slid the white gold engagement ring into her slim manicured ring finger.

The wedding colors, the live band or Dj, the exotic foods, the guest arrangements, invites, her cake and more importantly her wedding dress. A lot of thoughts were having a relay race in her head.

A bulk of their lives revolved around church and Niyi chose to propose on a Wednesday after the mid-week church service. Good thing he was able to stay awake through that long sermon. Had a terrible long day.

Everyone they were affiliated with was there. Her mum cried, everyone else became the paparazzi; camera lights flashed as photos and videos were recorded.

The single ladies were already “awwwwing” and wiping tears of their eyes while some silently whispered prayers of “God of Chukka, do it for me too”.

The scene was indeed one to behold.
Chukka loved it when everything revolved around her and on this day she was the sun and all the other planets were basking in her light. Niyi knew this tickled her fancy, a smug grin crossed his face. He had her where he wanted.

Now he just had to take care of some few things like; pay for the engagement ring, pay his house rent, settle some bank issues and some other small things.

“Well, it’s not like am not a serious person” thought Niyi, but I couldn’t stand the pressure any longer.

So I had to ask Chukka to marry me. She is a good woman and I fear I will lose her if I didn’t act fast. By the way she may not be on my level when she completes her PhD.

Proposing now seemed like the most logical thing to do.
We have been dating for five years and distance owned the past three years of our relationship.

But thanks to distance she did not have the slightest clue about my debt and drinking issues. As far I am active in church and I keep tabs on our daily devotion, I am everything she wants. Easy Peasy.

Chukka and I have been through thick and thin though. We’ve actually broken up 5 times, but she is my pillar and I can’t imagine life without her so I always make sure I make up for whatever ill I commit. To be honest, she’s the reason why I’ve not gone completely haywire.

On the other hand, I feel chukka is a little different person from the last time I got to spend time with her without distance poking his ugly head between us.

The other day she spoke to brother Ibe at the church parking lot; “be a man and take responsibility for your pregnant wife.” From the parking lot to the ushers help desk everyone could hear her.
I’ve always wanted a strong woman that is opinionated and speaks her mind, but after that event my desire for such started to dwindle.

I thought about what would happen if chukka ever finds out that I’ve been selling to her a lie.
Well, as a sharp guy all I had to do is hold everything together till she leaves for London next week to finalize everything with her PhD. I will be cool till then. I had no other choice.

Next week finally came and with it came temporary relief. Everything went smoothly, Chukka didn’t find me out. I dropped Chukka at the airport, waited for her to board then I came back home with a spring on my step. I first returned Musa’s car back to him, took a bike home just to meet the landlord at the gate. Another problem. I had to give him the Rolex Chukka bought for me from London till I was done paying the rent.
The watch didn’t matter right now, I was just happy to be free from all that life of routines accompanied with prim and proper living.

I got in the house, headed straight to the refrigerator and poured myself a drink, put the music on high, and proceeded to drink peacefully. Everything was fine.
All of a sudden there was this loud noise from the front door as it swung wide open. I was shirtless as I walked to see who was invading my peace. It can’t be landlord again na, the wristwatch should hold him for at least a month.
I almost dropped the drink in my left hand immediately my eyes saw Chuka in the living room. She held the Rolex in her hand and she was talking really fast or my mind was too slow for comprehension. I couldn’t utter a word.
She was now crying and pointing at me, my head finally caught up with the realization that she had been aware of everything and her suspicions were finally confirmed. I was in no state to explain rationally how things got as bad as this. So I started laughing hysterically. Chukka brings out a gun and points at me. My mind wanted to say something but I kept laughing at her.

Bang!!! She shoots…
 
“Let us pray”. The voice of the pastor hits my ears from the loud speakers.

I woke up in church with a loud gasp. The evening service just ended and I probably startled the pretty lady that sat next to me.
“Sir, are you alright? My name is Chukka. You slept through the sermon. You did not look so good so I told the usher to let you be. You’re cute by the way. What’s your name?”

My eyes were wide with shock.

I froze.

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