Must Read: Ogechi & I…. Part 35

A story written by Jezuzboi (08068711474, Email:, BBM; 28C71D5E)… If you missed part Thirty Four yesterday read it HERE!!!

You are not allowed to copy this story, I have warned you ooo, the owner will hunt you down. This one crazy oooo.

Cynthia stood still like a dead tree with
her hands on her head as though she was
surrendering to the cops, and her eyes
wide open in utter amazement. She
studied the image on my laptop very well
to be sure if it was really a live image or a
wall paper. Her doubt was cleared when
she saw a girl breathing in and out
noticeably. She was shocked! She looked
at me as though trying to figure out if it
was really me or someone else, for she
hadn’t expected me to be of such
behavior, neither had she observed or
noticed anything pointing to the fact that
I was capable of doing what she thought I
was doing. I, on the other hand had
already wore the guilty look on my face,
and that confirmed her suspicion, though
her suspicion was wrong. She turned to
me and screamed;
“Seriously?! You’re flirting with a
LovePeddler on the internet!? Jesusboy is
this what you do!? Wait a minute, is this
really happening? Are you really flirting
with a LovePeddler on the internet? All
these while I thought of you to be the
most noble and respectable man I’ve ever
seen in my life and have held you in high
regard, only to discover otherwise today?
Answer me you bastard! So you prefer a
LovePeddler on the internet to me!? Oh MY
GOSH! How pathetic! You are a bastard!
You bastard! You coward! Son of a biitch!
You are a pervert! Bloody Buttocks-whole! I
have had it up to my neck this time. I can
take anything from you but not this
unimaginable crap” Cynthia said, pointing
at my laptop. “How did you even fool me
into believing you’re more than the dung
you really are?”” I wish the earth would
just open up and swallow this corpse you
call a body.” “Why won’t God just
withdraw his breath from you and damn
you dark soul? You devil’s incarnate!”
Cynthia screamed various unwholesome
names at me, accusing me of flirting with
a LovePeddler on the internet. Apparently,
she didn’t recognize the Image on the
other end or perhaps was too outraged to
take a careful look. She was unto me with
slaps, hits and punches. She threw
whatever she found on me; pillow,
hanger, creams and anything she laid
hands on. That wasn’t enough. She held
onto the collar of my pajamas in tears and
bitterness. If there was a gun close by,
she would have shot me to death. As she
jumped on me, I fell on the bed with her
on top of me, punching and attacking me
by all means possible. The kind of
strength she exhibited that night baffled
me. I never knew she was that strong. She
didn’t even look that strong. As a matter
of fact, she wasn’t that strong. But I
guess the beast in her was awoken by the
night’s incident.
I didn’t do much to defend myself because
I wanted her to display all her anger on
me until she cooled off. But instead of her
rage diminishing, it was increasing by
every passing moment. She even pressed
my head against the bed with a pillow as
though she wanted to kill me. That was
when I knew she was out of control and
pushed her off me. I got up from the bed
and she continued her attack on me. Her
maids heard the sound of falling items in
my room and rushed upstairs to see what
was really happening. Cynthia’s eyes were
blood cold. She looked like a serial killer
who was bent on taking my life away in
the cruelest way ever. She never stopped
coming after me to hurt me. Her maids
intervened by holding fast to her to
prevent her from continuing with the
havoc. I voiced out sorry words as they
held onto her but it wasn’t getting into
her head. She had gone GAGA, and the
only thing that could calm her down was
perhaps my death.
Eventually her anger subsided, and she
began to pay attention to my plea. I
begged Cynthia with tears in my eyes to
forgive all I had caused her. I told her I
didn’t know it was going to get to that.
“It is not in my nature to hurt people my
dear Cynthia” I said. “If I had known the
future will play out this way, I would have
prevented the emotions that aroused love
between us. If there is any wonderful
woman in this whole world, that is you
Cynthia. You are the epitome of beauty
that princesses envy. Kings will gladly
share their kingdoms with you without
fear of anything. And the young girls’
desire is to be like none other but you. I
was also of the school of thoughts that
angels only dwell in heaven with God and
never come down to earth except on
assignment, but changed those believes
when I got to know you. Even at that,
calling you an angel would be an
understatement because angels are
messengers. You, my dear Cynthia, are
more than a messenger. You are a queen
in many kingdoms, and it will be to the
honor of any man who is able to secure
himself a place in your heart. If I could
turn back the hands of time, I would, and
undo all the wrongs I’ve done to you.
Breaking your heart is one thing I would
never do, even with a gun pointed to my
head. But I’m afraid the situation on
ground outweighs the dread of gun point.
I said a whole lot of stuff that was way
beyond mere apology for flirting with a
girl on the internet, and she got confused.
As I kept confessing nonstop, Cynthia
screamed at me to STOP! It was obvious to
her that there was more to my words than
mere apologies, and she wanted to be
sure what it was. So she screamed
“STOP!” and that finally woke Ogechi up
on the other end since the call was still on
while all these were happening. During
my little wrestle with Cynthia, things had
scattered in the room and we ended up at
the edge of the room where Cynthia’s
maids held her as I apologized. When
Ogechi heard Cynthia’s scream and woke
up, she looked to her device and saw that
the call was still on. She could hear voices
but couldn’t see anyone, as our location in
the room was away from the laptop’s cam.
Out of curiosity she called out to me while
I was still trying to explain things to
Cynthia. Cynthia had thought all the while
that she was a LovePeddler. Ogechi’s voice
halted our conversation. Everyone paused
and turned to the laptop to see who was
calling on me. Ogechi had called my name
three times without any response from
me, so she decided to switch from calling
me by my default name to a name that
might perhaps win her a response from
By this time Cynthia had ordered her
maids to let go off her. She walked slowly
confusingly towards the computer,
probably to unleash the same hell on the
supposed LovePeddler. Just then Ogechi’s
voice echoed from the other end saying;
increased her pace towards the computer
on hearing that to do whatever she had in
mind to do only to discover that the girl
she saw wasn’t a LovePeddler after all; she
was Ogechi.
There was a great shock on both ends.
Cynthia couldn’t believe her eyes, and
Ogechi could say a word. Immediately,
tears began flowing freely from Cynthia’s
eyes. She didn’t understand what was
really happening. As far as she knew, I
was the guy who had been living with her
for over two years now, and Ogechi was
the girl she met barely two nights ago at
Oklahoma. How come we were now calling
each other and she was even referring to
me as “swetiee?” In a voice as that of a
child pleading to be spared from strokes
of cane, Cynthia said to me, “J, what’s
going on? I beg you to tell me what’s
going on please.” She drew near to me,
held me by the hand tenderly and begged
me to tell her what was going on. I could
read from the tone of her voice and the
countenance on her face that she
wouldn’t mind whatever it was, as long as
all it required was her forgiveness and the
continuation of our relationship. Yes, it
indeed required her forgiveness, but not
our relationship anymore.
There and then, I broke the whole news to
Cynthia with tears in my eyes. Even
Ogechi was also shedding tears. When
Cynthia heard that I and Ogechi were in a
relationship, she retreated from holding
me. She stared at me in utter amazement,
then turned and looked at Ogechi from
the computer. She repeated that a couple
of times, and then she asked;
“Over five years now” I replied.
On hearing that, Cynthia lost stamina and
fell on the floor. She fainted. Hell no!
Ogechi screamed from the other end and
wished she could jump in from the laptop
to help out, but that was impossible.
Hurry! Let’s take her to the hospital, I said
to her maids. Ogechi wept profusely from
the other end and I quickly bade her
goodbye and proceeded to take Cynthia to
a hospital. There was so much tension in
the air. Cynthia’s maids couldn’t help but
weep as I drove us to the hospital. At a
point, the maid who carried Cynthia at the
back seat of the car started screaming;
“She’s not breathing anymore! Please
drive faster, she’s stopped breathing.” I
nearly ran over another car when I heard
her say that. I quickly rebuked her, telling
her not to make use of such negative
words. “But she’s not breathing
anymore” the maid kept saying.
We finally got to the hospital and were
attended to immediately. Cynthia was
taken in to be checked on while I and her
maids waited at the reception. Those girls
were soaked in their own tears. I tried to
calm them down, assuring them that it
was nothing serious. They shook their
heads and sat still. But I was very afraid,
not because Cynthia fainted, but because
of what one of the maids said about her
not breathing again. She seemed to very
sure of what she was saying. And I didn’t
have the time to confirm that before
Cynthia was taken inside because of the
quick response of the nurses who came to
get her on noticing it was a case of
emergency. I was really bothered about
what that maid said and had to fight that
thought off my mind.
Several minutes later, the doctor who
attended to her came out in search of
those who brought her. The maids
jumped up immediately from their seats
as soon as they saw the doctor. I also went
after them to meet the doctor.
“Are you the ones who brought in that
young lady?” The doctor asked, pointing
to the direction Cynthia was taken to.
“Yes,” the maids replied anxiously.
“Are you her sisters or something? “The
doctor asked again.
“No, we are her maids.”
“What about you Mister? Are you her
“I’m a friend” I replied. “Is everything
alright doctor?” I asked.
The doctor stared at me without saying a
word for some moments, so I asked him
“Doc, is everything alright?”
The doctor moved towards me again with
an apparent sad look on his face as he put
his hand on my shoulder and said;
“Call upon all your strength, for what I’m
about to say to you will hit you hard.”


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Updated: Dec 9, 2016 — 12:58 pm

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