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…..My name is Saint Cristiano and I am fighting for my
life.
I am pitted against Diablo Malvado the bone crusher and
the odds are totally against me! The whole world does not give me a chance
since the last opponent he faced is almost a vegetable receiving care in some
intensive care unit. However, this was a make or break match, it is either I win
and become the world champion or join the long trail of broken boxers who might
have been.
I have struggled through the first four rounds with my
breath sounding like that of a farrowing sow.
The bell rang for round five and he came out of the
blue corner charging at me like a raging bison high on amphetamines. Black,
big, brutish with a shaven head attached to his shoulders devoid of a neck, he
is the stuff nightmares are made of. Thick, tall, dark, a jagged scar tissue
ran down his left eye all the way to his lips, giving him a perpetual lopsided
grin that taunted me. He launched a flurry of punches, a flood of agony that
drowned my senses. It was all I could do to soak up the furious onslaught
without buckling at the knees.
Through the fog of pain, the voice of Manuel Christos,
my trainer, mentor and friend in one pierced through saying “stand boy! Do all
you can to stand!”.
Despite his constant admonitions and the roaring chant of
the cloud of witnesses in the hall cheering me on, I took a left hook on the
jaw and crumpled. I saw stars and they were not the ones lining the Milky Way.
The count was on and by the time the Referee got to seven I groggily got to my
feet and was promptly saved by the bell. Coach has always told me, it does not
matter how many times you fall so long you rise again. I walked shakily to the
red corner battered and bruised but Manuel caught me just as I was about
collapsing. I felt despondency wrap its thick fist around me.
OBINNA....His heart shattered into bits like fragile china vase as he
watched her walk away with her usual panache laden steps.
"I cannot take this anymore!"
These were her final words but they had been uttered with such vituperation
that they became the sledge hammer that broke his soul.
Since leaving school, he had been working given
that he did not believe in being idle but most of the jobs were owned by Nigerians
which means you toil like a Hebrew slave with little or no incentive. Staff
welfare is usually bad and most of the time the pittance paid does not show up
until the end of the next month and in a lot of cases months go by without workers
getting their salary while the owners of the companies trotted round the globe.
Thing is, this situation has crept up upon Ego
and he with its clammy hands to kill the vine of their relationship. They had
gone out for nine yrs and were supposed to be married this year but he could
even afford to buy her recharge card lots of the time. She had come to the end
of her tether and decided to move on with rich Ekene who had been piling a ton
of pressure on her for ages.
His luck had petered out! As the fragrance
of her perfume lingered in the Mushin one room apartment where he squatted,
Obinna wept!
SANDRA……Their fellowship had gone sour like stale egusi soup after only three
years. These days they lived like strangers in the house and did not even share
the same bed anymore. She never thought the day would ever come when she and
Omoregie would ever share different bedrooms (in days gone by, she used to feel
such things happened to couples who lived in mars and not anywhere near her). Lately
her husband was only consumed by work. It was either one miserable target or
another and recently he had started staying out late. A couple of days back she
smelt the fumes of alcohol on his breath and could have sworn there was a
lipstick stain on one of his trademark T.M Lewin shirts. Passion had flown out
of the windows of their love castle like a swallow migrating from a harsh
winter to a warmer clime. Sandra felt so alone, so unloved and the only way she
could see out of all this was for the unfeeling scissors of divorce to slash
through the ribbon of their fellowship.
OLU......His name was missing on the list for the umpteenth time, he
has failed again. As the sounds of jubilation from successful candidates
erupted around him, he trudged back to his room crestfallen. Olu felt like a
trapped rat, there seems to be no way out of the confusing maze of his dilemma!
A predicament that had made him contemplate suicide a few times.
IYABO.....the threads of white hair escaped from her dark mass of curls
like exuberant wisteria. The crows feet around her eyes were becoming more
prominent everyday despite all the beauty products she splurged on. There was
no way, she could escape the fact that she was growing older and was still
single. Pressure from family, friends and folks squeezed her like the folds of
a boa constrictor until she had become emotionally exhausted! It was not like
she had the ability to create a husband from clay or sand but they would not
let her be, everyone harassed her like angry hornets. These days she felt she
was continually running against time that was ticking like a bomb....Iyabo felt
tired, so tired!
TIFFANY....The pain ripped through her like a serrated knife in the hand of
a maniac, slashed at her core like a pepper fortified axe. She still found it
difficult to believe that her brother in-law waltzed into her matrimonial home
and slapped her! He called her a shriveled yam that should be thrown into a
bin. The main sting was that Odun her husband did not even say anything,
behaved like he did not know what happened. In seven years of marriage, she had
never felt the pain of her infertility so acutely!
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…..Round twelve, I am amazed to have made it this far.
My eyes are puffy and swollen, I can barely see. The punishment continued. The
tear above my eyebrow dripped blood into my eyes. I could not take it anymore.
I sincerely wished that Manuel Christos would throw in the towel and save me
the torture. It was time to quit but I knew if I capitulated that would be the
end of my boxing career. He never works with quitters and he is the best in the
world. It was great privilege to train under him and I was not about to lose
that. He got me my first title and I never forget what he told me after he
congratulated me.
“Saint, if you ever turn back in the heat of battle,
my soul would have no pleasure in you. No one is fit for my attention who ever
looks back once their boxing gloves are on. I and anyone who
decides to stick with me are not quitters who lose out. Oh, no! We’ll stay with
it and survive, believing all the way”.
So I dug in my head, fixed
the prize before my eyes and slugged it out. I went at him toe to toe, squared
up eye to eye. I made up my mind to win or die trying! I fought the fight of my
life!!!
OBINNA…..The offer from Ette was quite tempting. All Obinna needed to do
was cook the books and no one would have ever noticed. He would have made the
easiest three hundred thousand naira of his life without any repercussions. It
would have come in handy too. He was tired of squatting and would have been
able to get a self contained one room apartment in Iju. Furthermore, it would
also have been some kind of sweet revenge against an unfriendly and rapacious
system. He tossed and turned for countless sleepless and sweaty nights weighing
his options. After a long week of deliberations, he decided to pass albeit
reluctantly because he could not stoop that low. Ette called him a big fool.
The insult rankled!
SANDRA……Dennis was your typical ladies dream man. He usually looked like he
just stepped out of the pages of the latest GQ magazine. A natural model, slick
in his ways, sleek in his moves, smooth with his words, he was the type ladies
would gouge one another’s eyes out for. Funny thing was that he was still
single even though he could have any woman he wanted at the snap of his
fingers. Lately, he started showering her with attention and being the most
accomplished gentleman, he did a lot of things that her husband would not
even do in the next millennium, simple things like opening doors and waiting
for her to walk past. Since Sandra's esteem had taken a hit due to Omoregie’s attitude, she lapped
up all the attention like a voracious cat going at prime cream milk. Truth was, she was beginning to think her husband could go jump into a lake; he was not even
half the dude her toaster was, not by a long shot. Hence, when Dennis invited
her for lunch in one of the deluxe restaurants in town, she jumped at the
invitation but on her way she called him, apologized profusely for not being
able to go through with it and wept with her head banging the steering wheel. She
felt like a fool who had torn up a lottery ticket.
OLU……..The big three knew
of his dilemma and offered to help him out this time. For a paltry sum, they
would tender the questions of the next exams to him. He did not want to fail
anymore considering that some of the people he started with were already way ahead
of him. He agreed to the offer but a day to the agreed date, he called them and
called off the whole arrangement. They called him a failure and a loser.
IYABO…….It is so nice to
finally have someone she could call her own especially on days like Valentine.
However, she finally had to tell herself the truth; the guy had no values, was
only interested in sex and only placed stock on ephemeral things. She figured
that if she finally agreed to his proposal, her name would change from Miss to
Mrs, her finger would bear a ring but she would be eternally miserable. She
broke up and everyone called her stupid!
Tiffany…..it was dark and
quiet, shadows and silhouettes loomed like otherworldly structures in the soft
gentle glow of the moon. The hut was decrepit, beside the village river and the
crone sitting in front gave her the hibbie jibbies. Her mother in law held her
hand and pulled her closer to the woman that was supposed to have the magic
that would give her a baby like she did for her sister in law. Tiffany felt she
must have been out of her mind to have given in to the woman’s pressure. She
snatched her hand and ran for dear life while the women rained all sorts of
abusive words on her in a stormy rage.
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My tenacity was getting to
Diablo Malvado. He had always been the type who does not like long
drawn out matches; he would rather sneak in and floor his opponents with a
sucker punch. Ducking his wild round houses, I concentrated on making every
punch count. This time I was not hitting like one hitting the air. Every punch was deliberate, each blow made to
count. Head filled with Manuel Christos words, I was resolute, determined to
floor this giant. Diablo could not
withstand my faith once my fear dissolved. He wilted under my relentless
salvos. All this time I kept talking to him, throwing Christos’ words, telling
him how he was going to be toppled unlike the earlier rounds when fear gripped
my voice box and made it impossible for me to talk. I gave him a thunderous jab
and followed it up with a right hook which almost decapitated him. The rest was
history. He could not get up for the tenth count and the whole hall went agog.
I was carried shoulder high, the belt of gold was placed on my waist and Manuel
kept applauding and smiling at me. I still cannot get over the fact that I
won….
OBINNA…he came out of his latest Honda
Accord sports and hugged Awele his wife while his son and daughter ran to him shouting “daddy, daddy”. He
scooped them up and planted kisses on their faces. It was so good coming back
home to his loved ones after his two weeks training in Dubai which the
multinational company he worked for sent him on. Home is certainly where the
honey is, he thought smiling.
SANDRA……“until death do us part.” As her husband said those words, joy exploded
in her heart. His eyes were such oceans of love that washed over her. They had
the tenderness, the softness, the passion, the love that she used to know. He
declared them from the depths of his being and hugged her ever so tightly. They
had had a rude awakening when they nearly lost their only daughter because of
the break in their communication lines. It was a wake up call for them; he
cleaned up his act, stepped up his game and she stopped nagging. They got back
to winning ways and renewed their vows.
OLU…he threw the hat of his graduation gown into the air as the camera
froze and immortalized the moment. Food and drinks were in surplus supply as he
celebrated. To cap it all, he had gotten a scholarship for further studies in
the USA. Life is indeed groovy; he mused as everyone congratulated him and
danced to Frank Edwards “U too dey bless me”.
IYABO…after throwing her bouquet to the throng of her single lady
friends, she ran into the arms of her husband who gave her a kiss that warmed
her through like she were a chestnut in a fire. Smouldering and aglow with the
warmth of love she wondered how someone could be this handsome. The heat spread
all the way from her heart to her whole being and smiling to herself
mischievously, Iyabo knew they were going to set the Bahamas on fire during their
honeymoon.
Tiffany…the song “everything na double double” was blaring from the
speakers as she danced carrying one of her twins while her husband carried the
other. She had named them Manasseh and Ephraim. The canopies were spread across
the field like multicoloured mushrooms with people milling about celebrating
and rejoicing. It was a rollicking time for everybody. She was still stunned
beyond belief, it was all like a dream, her mouth was filled with laughter and
singing but she remembered what Ozioma her best friend kept telling her over
the years……
He that endureth
to the end shall be saved…
This piece is
dedicated to Mohammed Ali, the greatest boxer that ever lived especially for
his staying power against Joe Frazier in their bout“The Thriller in Manilla”.
© 2013 Ekpo Ezechinyere
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