UNTOLD STORY- HOW NNAMDI KANU MURDERED UDEMBA AND HIS WIFE
Seated in a serene compound in decent apparels; Udemba often passes and throws a glance that appeals to her heart. She sluggishly finds it easy with men but Udemba seems to be winning her soul and her initial perception waning dramatically. She would not reciprocate the glance; always taking off her eyes but tactically presents her face- so Udemba could see the beauty he glances each day whilst living a life of pretence tickles her fancy. Like every other tender woman; being shy is part of the joy derived from love and shyness is simply the beginning of love. She nurses that feeling; she would someday be on his bed; she knew he would kiss her and he may not end there. She was only afraid she would need some more; her defenses would collapse and what she fears so much would be her joy.
Udemba wakes up every morning with bitterness; pouting endlessly, he wants to go back to sleep so he could dream more about Olamma. Every dawn seems to torment him; he wants to live without a touch of reality, reality has failed him but his dream makes up for the hardness of reality. The dawn has inevitably stolen a sweet dream; he dresses up, all he ever needed- to see the very woman he kisses a thousand time in his dream. He walks to ‘Awa’ with a bucket; Mr Okafor’s home is on the stream’s way station, a mistress begot by a notable man sits in front singing a hymn all but to herself.
Fate brought them together in the beginning of April- a time daisies and roses sprout glamorously; she would take him to a lawn, showing him stars of the heavens, counting their lucks and smiling in a perfect darkness. Her beauty seduces him to happiness and everything she does is definition of happiness, to him, nothing is as beautiful as love. He compares her to the lily among thorns in the valley in April and her touch like scarce dew on a petal. She sees beauty in Udemba; a beauty exclusively preserved by the gods, she has found her own man, her love, her missing rib and her life. Life became so beautiful; so amazing that all she had, wanted and going to live for is Udemba.
In the month of May; she woke up and stared at her rightfully married husband; took off her own pillow to abreast her shoulder already raised to cherish her husband. Sleeping comfortably; her index finger slightly and erotically runs from his forehead and terminates around his cheek. She does it repeatedly and smiled comfortably; singing a love hymn that never reached her ears. She pauses and raised her face to the ceiling but could not thank the gods enough for the gift of love. She laid back and few hours later; Udemba broke through the cell of the night, had a caring look at her and could neither suspend it, he lavished and savored for her, his firm thrust cannot know tiredness.
“I heard a voice on Radio Biafra; the man called Nnamdi Kanu, since last year has been shouting, he is serious, he is ready to give his life, unlike Uwazurike, he took oaths upon oaths to confront Nigeria and take our freedom. He would fight; he has soldiers, he has ammunition, he is preparing the finest soldiers ever known to man, he left his wife and children in UK to come here and die, the man needs help because we are talking about Biafra millions have died for, their deaths cannot be in vain” Udemba said to Ola one fateful morning but it didn’t go down well with her. She was jealous; never wanted her love to be distracted or taken away by time, she needed no space, she could be with him and the world is complete.
“I fear; I have reservations, people die every day when they mention Biafra, Nnamdi Kanu calls them out and they get killed” she agitated but the voice of Nnamdi Kanu has taken over his husband; he fears nothing, not even death, he forgot he could die and another man would take his love, he abandoned everything, Biafra became his priority and he went straight and registered with IPOB family unit “If I die; my death will be avenged, Biafra will come and 100 Nigerians will go down for my head in the process. Kanu is preparing for war; he has everything ready, death will come if it would come, war or no war but certainly, my soul will rest in peace because if I am killed, Nnamdi Kanu and my people will avenge me” he convinced himself as a result of oaths Kanu took to backup his words and so he came out fully; ready to die for Biafra and defend his mother land. The spirit of Biafra is greater than what we feel, touch or imagined, the spirit takes over and overwhelm, and that became of Udemba.
“If you love Nnamdi Kanu and wants Biafra restored; this is the time to show it, start coming to Afaraukwu Ibeku, Nnamdi Kanu is about to be murdered” Udemba left the arms of his wife as they cuddled and listening to Radio Biafra London, bounced on the road and headed for Afaraukwu; soldiers penetrated Kanu’s home, the dust rested but Udembe was nowhere to be found. For the first time in her marriage; Olamma spent a sleepless night alone, she could not eat nor drink, reason nor relax, perplexed and fearful. The following day; she came to Umuahia but saw nobody in Afaraukwu, she busted into tears, rolled on the ground, unwrapped herself, went crazy, her life would never be the same, nothing except death can make Udemba spend the night outside their matrimonial bed. She was consoled by fellow women but strangers; told that IPOB will take care of families that lost their breadwinners/husbands. She cried louder, screamed beyond control, her strength proved too much for her rescuers, she knew nothing is left, her life gone and the world is a wicked place.
Two years on; nobody came to ask her how she feeds or how she fares but she carried on, in the dead of the night, when breeze whispers and pelt coldness, she felt frozen and tormented, wishing she never gave it all to Udemba, blaming the gods and cursing her fate. She would not blame Biafra because of his husbands words, millions have died; she finds solace in his words, knowing he died a hero even though his corpse was nowhere to be found. She thought of when Biafra will be restored so she can tell her story; she follows the agitation, faithfully waiting for the day of freedom. Her husband died under Nnamdi Kanu’s order; to defend a fellow man that is believed will lead restoration of Biafra. She bears no grudges; she hated one man that says Nnamdi Kanu has betrayed; even though is true, she didn’t want to hear the truth that amounts his husband died for an unfaithful man. She won’t be able to bear it; losing both ends and false hope gives her a life-line.
Few months on; she began to be convinced, referendum, election boycott, protest and hope of conflict, everything died slowly. She was contemplating on what has gone wrong; a sex video of the very man that her husband died under his command made way to the internet. She watched the video as tears trickled down; it reminds her of Udemba, a perfect man on and off the bed, a man of reputable character, she imagined how Udemba does it perfectly than Nnamdi Kanu and knowing she is a million times beautiful than Uchechi, she savored for love, the sex video triggered her emotions, Udemba is forever absent, she has not and cannot find his replacement. She waited a while to hear Nnamdi Kanu condemn or deny the video; but Kanu praised the beauty of his unclad wife therein and technically endorsing the video. Olamma shivered; many members of IPOB began to upload their wives and husbands; she felt cheated and betrayed, softness sets in, her husband was fooled, the man who killed her husband has gone back to enjoy life, it was all a trick, he was never ready to put his life or fight for Biafra.
Olamma without hesitation made for a stool and a rope, climbed on the stool with hardened face, tied the rope on a ceiling fan-carrier and pre-tied a loosed end her neck would hang on. She broke down into hesitant tears and faithfully repeated “Udemba; make sure you are there waiting for me, the world is a wicked place, nothing is left here and you knew you were all I got and yet left. Wait for me; I cannot bear this anymore; I cannot torment my life any more. The Biafra you died for has become #CouplesPrivateChallenge thing; sex video and all manner of deceit. Let my soul rest in peace in your bosom because no couple is here to continue the agitation with me” She reluctantly inserted his head into the loosed end of the rope, carefully pushed the stool away with her feet and the chapter of Udemba and Olamma ended, but Nnamdi Kanu would not be there to take the book he authored.
She committed suicide because she didn’t get the message of the leveller, Biafra is coming like a tsunami. This happens when we trust a mortal, man is the worst creature that can be trusted. Olamma died a useless death because she died when Biafra was closer than before. Nnamdi has finished his mission and there is a leveller already here to complete the mission.
Ifeanyi Chijioke Writes From Enugu