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Amarachi The Beautiful Poor Child - Chapter Fifteen (Part 2)


Amarachi The Beautiful Poor Child - Chapter Fifteen (Part 2)

Theme: And Her Journey to Destiny-Discovery

By Erasmus Ugochukwu Okafor

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“How then did...”
“Please allow me, sweetie, for me to conclude so that I wouldn’t forget a
thing,” Ego broke in again, “I know your next question is how Mr. Onyedika
knew all these,” she said and got Amy cooled down for answers, “Onyedika got
his riches through you mom too but...”
“That wench,” Amy growled with rage, growling and gnashing her teeth
with an unquenchable taste for revenge, “after making wealth and riches with
my mom’s blood, he still wanted to use me to refresh it when my mom wasn’t
available. Thank God he didn’t succeed,”
“Didn’t he?” Ego Oyibo asked and turned sharply at Amarachi, looking
confused and surprised, “but you told me that...”
“I lied to you so that you could use legal actions against him but you did
nothing because he was powerful and rich,”
Ego had wanted to defend herself but since Amy already knew the reason
for her incompetence in the case, she relaxed with a deep sigh of relief.
“I’m so glad right now because what kept me in an everlasting regret in
the past later turned to be false,” Ego said and raised her hand in thanksgiving
to God.
“But that doesn’t make him free from being gnawed in my wrathful bite,”
Amy said and snorted, “It’s now that he’s fully blacklisted because I must take
my revenge on all of them. None would escape. With that man called Mr.
Onyedika, I could produce his cohorts and accomplices and they’d all vomit
the wealth that made them murder my mom in cold blood,”
Ego nodded in support because, at the moment, there was no love lost
between her and the so-called Onyedika. “Anything you need, my daughter, I’m in,” she said with rage because she needs revenge on that same man that
made her go against the exilic rule in her native village just to survive.
Amarachi was surprised to the point that she didn’t know when her mind
went off her friend in a coma because of the ongoing discussion. When she
remembered that she was meant to be checking on Akunna periodically, she
suddenly sprang up from her sitting position and went to meet check on her;
especially after the dreadful trance she woke up from.
The monitor was still beeping normal showing that she was still alive but
Amy’s mind never went off the dream she had that seemed like a reality. She
was troubled and worked up but she couldn’t share with her mom still.
“Glad, she’s still stable,” Amy said and heaved a deep sigh, “That dream
was so real,” she thought aloud without knowing that Ego Oyibo was listening.
“Did you have a bad dream?” Ego asked and came to the bedside and held
Amarachi as they both focused on Akunna who looked calm as the coma
lasted, “she’d be okay, I’m sure of this,”
“I hope so,” Amy responded with a faint smile and pulsating heart, not
feeling as if Ego was right about that, “I just don’t know what to say, but in that
dream...” she paused the statement because saying it out was like making it
come through; her belief though.
“I’m sure she died in the dream,” Ego said, showing some maturity and
boldness, “As I said, nothing will happen to this girl,”
Amarachi was so afraid and kept thinking about the mark on her head
that was hidden. She was so paranoid and uncertain about everything. She felt
like asking Ego who was supposed to know about the mark but kept the words swallowed up out of fright until she meets Uremma to know if she had the
same marked as the dream revealed.
“Okay, mom,” she said and smiled, “Akunna would be fine and I’m sure of
it,” added smilingly, with positivity smiling down on her.
Ego Oyibo was happy when Amy addressed her as ‘mom’. Her happiness
knew no bounds and that was so sweet of her.
“Do you still have a question?” Ego asked and turned to leave if she had
“I’m okay for the moment,” she said and smiled faintly.
“Let me go and get the lunch fixed,” Ego said and began to leave the ward,
“but we’ll go on shift duties this time,” she suggested as she left, “either you are
here or I am,”
Amy didn’t have a reply to do that but she still felt that Ego made some
sense there. She just smiled and nodded in agreement.
Ego Oyibo got to the door and held it as if she forgot something. She
wanted to go but was busy observing Amarachi’s deplorable looks and took a
deep breath.
“Ego Nnem, it seems you want to say something,” Amy voiced in a low
tone, expecting more revealing information.
Ego Oyibo waited for a while, after battling with her emotions, then said:
“There is additional information you need to know about,”
Amarachi was broody with surprise and went closer to her. “You may
wish to come back and tell me more,” she suggested but Ego shook her head;
indicating a ‘No’ There was a man that used to watch over Mkpulumma from afar
whenever I come around,” she hinted, “if I see him, I may know him, but not
sure if I could still remember because it’s been ages and he must have aged by
now. He was already an adult then, even older than me, but always comes
around to watch over your mom from a distance. He never allowed anyone to
see him but I saw his face just once. After the death of Mkpulumma, no one
saw the man anymore,”
This revelation got Amarachi emotionally affected, though her curiosity
outweighed the emotional imbalance. She’d just discovered that lots of secrets
were yet to unfold. She was eager to know and determined to find out.
“Who could that person be?” Amy asked looking so concerned about
“Keep your curiosity in check for now,” Ego advised, “the last piece of
information is that no one knew how the corpse of Mkpulumma disappeared.
It was very strange. Till this day, I cannot decipher that mystery,”
Amarachi was affected by this but she concealed her feelings with a smile
of excruciation.
“Maybe Mr. Onyedika would have the information we seek,” Amy clued,
“You may meet him if you still can find him,”
“I don’t know anything about that man anymore,” Ego said and shook her
head in dismay, “the fingers are crossed,” she said at last and left immediately,
and then quietly closed the door behind her to avoid disturbing the already
existing serenity in the private ward.
It took some moments of meditation for Amarachi but she knew that
wallowing in those troubling thoughts would yield no positive result. At the moment, she had to unravel the mystery of the dream about the mark she was
meant to have on her head.
Amarachi was restless but didn’t know how to check the rear part of her
head to see the mark. She was even determined to have her entire hairs cut if
that’d be needed, but how was she to believe a dream. As she kept having the
doubts in her head, she was revelation-stricken by an instinct that seemed so
To satisfy her curiosity and inquisitiveness, Amy went to the door, locked
it and listened; placing her ear on the door to ensure that no one was coming.
She slowly went to the bed where Akunna lay, pulled up her head a little bit
but carefully done, and checked at the back of her head. It wasn’t easy because
of her clustered hair. She was determined to follow her instinct even though
she was so afraid of snuffing life out of the already-distressed girl.
She dug into the hair and got to the fleshy part and checked for the mark.
When she saw the dotted mark, she dropped Akunna’s head like it was hot.
This was out of fear in believing that her dream was real. She suddenly became
giddy; feeling as if her eyes were spinning and her head breaking. She kept
shifting backward until she fell into the couch and remained there; panting
and imagining how the dream became real. The most confusing part of it was
that Uremma was the person that was meant to have the mark but she saw it
on Akunna’s head. This got Amarachi drowned in emotional upheaval and
mental torture trying to figure out what could have been her fate and
connection with Akunna if she finds out that she has the same mark on her
head. Could it be that Akunna was her presumed dead sister?
A migraine set it immediately as she remained restless on the couch. She
felt as if the world was crashing on her head and the entire room spinning fast
and rapidly.
To help herself out, she quickly opened the fridge, pulled out the ice crate
in the freezer and began to massage her temple with it; to cool her nerves
down and get the headache subsided.
As she was cooling her head in that self-help therapy, a knock at the door
made her remember that she locked it. She suddenly got up, rushed towards
the door and opened it.
“Oh, Nurse Chiamaka,” she said with a staged smile to confuse her but the
nurse raised her eyebrow, feeling a bit suspicious.
“Hope she’s okay,” Chiamaka said and went to Akunna, then discovered
that her pillow shifted and her head not well-positioned for someone in a
coma, “what happened here, ma’am,” she asked and smiled with confusion
written all over her.
“Oh, that?” Amarachi said and smiled again, “I wanted to position the
pillow, and then suddenly began to fret out of dizziness, so I fell. You can see
the ice with me,” she said and sat back on the couch.
“I’ve told you not to worry or stress yourself a lot,” Nurse Chiamaka said
and came closer to observe her eyes, “Oga Dave would be so mad at me if
anything happens to you. He warned me sternly and I don’t have time for his
Amarachi heaved a sigh of relief that she just succeeded outsmarting the
nurse. “Oh, thanks,” she said and pushed her hand away gently, “don’t worry,
I’m fine...I’ll be fine,”
Good,” the nurse said and left.
Amarachi looked at Akunna one more time and imagined if she could be
her sister. It was possible that the dream was about her but wasn’t direct in
pointing out who the real sister was, hence presenting Uremma as the one.
‘But what of if Uremma has the same mark, and I have it too, then what
connections would it make the three of us to have? Sisters or what?’ Amy
thought as she kept massaging her aching head.
Amarachi remained in that state of confusion until her mom came back
in the evening to take over the evening shift.

To be continued on Thursday


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