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Amarachi The Beautiful Poor Child - Chapter Nineteen(Part 1)

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AMARACHI THE BEAUTIFUL POOR CHILD
Amarachi The Beautiful Poor Child - Chapter Nineteen(Part 1)

Theme: And Her Journey to Destiny-Discovery

By Erasmus Ugochukwu Okafor
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Waking up to the reality of the situation, Ozo Odenjinji saw the real
situation glaring as he couldn’t disentangle himself from the security net. He
wasn’t tortured but was compelled to provide a list of the cartel members,
leading to massive arrest that surprised the entire nation because the
membership of the cartel cut across many states. Ozo Odenjinji was just the
head of the SE region.
Before the trial and having suffered much emotionally, Ozo Odenjinji
began to feel so bad about himself, especially the way he treated his daughter,
Uremma. He begged the DSS fervently to link him up with his daughter, even
if it meant having a brief conversation with her before he’s jailed. He already
knew that he wasn’t going to get out of the situation but needs to reveal some
things to his daughter.
After some weeks in custody, Ozo Odenjinji was due for an appearance in
court, with other ninety-two people he mentioned.
It was surprising that he didn’t disclose Professor Nwoko’s name;
someone that was meant to be his worst nightmare in the cartel.
After a long plea, Ozo’s request was heeded to, leading to sending an
invitation to Uremma to come to Abuja to meet her dad.
Uremma never trusted her dad because she knew that he could have
waggled his way out of the security net; therefore, trying to find a way to lure
her back to him. Due to this uncertainty, she informed Amarachi about this.
Amy didn’t even need to be convinced because it was an opportunity she
was seriously trying to get, even imploring Dave to make contacts and help her
have a meet with Ozo Odenjinji.
That early Wednesday morning meant to be Professor Nwoko’s quiz in
class, Amy and Uremma left for Abuja with the next available flight at Enugu
International airport. Getting to Abuja, Amy was excited beholding the beauty
of the capital city since it was her first time.
As the Uber driver navigated through the streets and roads en route to the
DSS office, Amy wished she’d be given the chance to live in that city for even
one week.
Uremma promised her that in the next school vacation, they’d come to
Abuja together as sisters and no more as friends. They already knew they were
to be blood sisters but just waiting for the truth from Ozo Odenjinji. Even
though they weren’t certain about their visit to Uremma’s dad, the two girls
were excited about one thing; the truth must be revealed.
The cab driver took them to Asokoro at the DSS HQ. They waited by the
gate and had a series of questions answered to be assured of their visit. After
the usual bureaucracy, they were allowed in.
Getting to the cell where Ozo was kept, they met him sitting and relaxing.
He wasn’t tortured but well fed and taken care of, but that never stopped the
judgement that he’d face soon.
Ozo Odenjinji was a very handsome and cute man, stout and ebony, full
of life and dignity but his kind of lifestyle made his endowment and qualities
suppressed in its totality.
Seeing his daughter Ozo wanted to rush to her and embrace her but
Uremma never wanted that, so she pushed him away.
“I’m here because I want to know who my biological Dad is, and not to
listen to your...”
“I’m your Dad,” Ozo said and still tried to touch her but Uremma refuted
that.
“Do you think the secret isn’t out already?” Uremma fired the question to
him, getting him perplexed.
“You guys don’t need to make noise here!” One of the DSS guys warned,
“Sit, talk but do not disturb the decorum. Meanwhile, no one enters here with
the phone for security reasons,”
“Oh, sorry, sir,” Amarachi said and smiled to the unsmiling man, “we’ve
submitted our phones at the gate already,”
“Thank you,” he replied and touched his rifle to make them know that
they were at a highly secure office. He left immediately but stood by the
threshold of the door to ensure that the discussion wasn’t going to be a breach
in security.
Amarachi and Uremma sat on one side of the table while Ozo sat at the
opposite side smiling and observing his daughter in a way that even got
Uremma confused.
“And who is the pretty girl beside you?” he asked and thrust his hand for
a handshake but Amarachi rejected that.
“If not for the kind of secure environment we are,” Amy said looking
directly into his eyes to assure him that she wasn’t afraid of him even in a split of seconds, “I’m the one who’s meant to send you six feet below but you should
be glad that you’re in a safer net because mine could have been...”
“What’s she talking about?” Ozo asked her daughter, “and why did you
bring her here?”
“Old man, I had to because you may have offended her more than you
offended me,” Uremma answered with much disrespect in her voice, “she is the
same girl you used your men to send her a message by impersonating me just
to have her arrested at Kwata flyover,”
Ozo took time looking at Amarachi to know if he’d met her before. At a
point when he traced her resemblance to Mkpulumma, he shouted, even to the
point of making the DSS guy by the door threaten to throw them all into the
cell for noise making.
It was surprising to Uremma that her dad whose tears she’d never seen
broke into tears crying like a baby, even to an embarrassing stage.
Even though Uremma didn’t care, she had to offer her handkerchief to
help him dry her eyes and start talking.
After a while, the strong heart of a man returned to Ozo Odenjinji, so he
cleared his throat and said: “Mkpulumma, I don’t know where to start
apologising because I’d gone far in making your mom’s life a mystery and a
misery,”
“Why did you kill my mom?” Amy asked with tears blurring her eyes,
“What has a madwoman done to you to deserve such?”
It seemed that the truth was being too hard and painful for Ozo Odenjinji
but he was ready to let all out.
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“You have to brace yourself, Amy,” Uremma urged her, “we have a limited
time and we need to get as many information from him as we can before he
finally rots in jail,” turning to his dad, she said: “old man, I’m done being afraid
of you as you can see from the way I talk right now. So you need to be fast
because, first, you have to tell me why you invited me all the way from
Anambra to Abuja. Secondly, you have to explain things to Amarachi;
especially concerning me and her being blood sisters. The question is; who is
our dad and ...?”
“I have lots of words written all over my lips,” Ozo said, not knowing how
to start, but he had to start somewhere. “I used to think that you weren’t my
daughter that was why I was being ruthless in using you to my wealth
advantage,” he continued, making them be shocked knowing that Uremma
could still be his biological daughter, “Mkpulumma wasn’t a madwoman but I
induced it just to force her away from my elder brother, His Royal Highness,
Eze Omekannaya 1 in Ubulu clan, Imo state,”
Amarachi was shocked with this just as Uremma was too. They had lots of
questions but may need to listen first to get the information they came for
before leaving.
“Please, am I a princess, sir,” Amarachi asked with so much respect this
time just to get the entire truth extracted from him.
Ozo Odenjinji nodded, making the two girls wowed.
Amarachi’s heart throbbed faster as she shivered with fear and joy, at
least she just realised that she has a dad with royalty and nobility, and not the
drunkard and street loafer as she used to believe.
“But wait,” Uremma said with confusion, “I’m confused here, please,” she
voiced and held her dad’s hand and caressed it gently just to get him talking, “If you claim to be a brother to the king of Ubulu town in Imo state, how
comes you’re not from there but Agulu in Anambra state. I grew up to be from
Nne Ogidi Village in Agulu?”
“That’s an intelligent question, Ure,” Amarachi said and nodded proudly
for that question.
“I was never from Agulu,” Ozo replied sending down shocks down
Uremma’s spines. “Since I committed the atrocity, I changed my identity and
came to Agulu and settled,” he explained, “my political status made me
impervious to forces that could bring me down. To get my way, I became a
fulltime philanthropist in Agulu that the Igwe couldn’t push me away from the
village because I’d built schools, police stations, and roads for them. Many
children are being taken care of in my Odenjinji Foundation where I take care
of the poor and the needy. The truth is that I even lied to the Igwe that I was a
native of Okwudor in Imo state so that no investigation could be traced to my
real identity. In my hometown (Ubulu), I was known as Ichie Omenka, but
coming to Anambra, I change to Ozo Odenjinji just to remain hidden from my
sins,”
The two girls couldn’t believe what they heard from the man sitting next
to them. They were greatly shocked to the point that they shivered because the
story sounded fabricated and incredible but Ozo had no reason to lie,
especially where he was having a near-jail experience.
“Continue, sir,” Amarachi said thinking through the entire story and
imagining how her mom must have migrated from Ubulu to Onitsha just
because she was unfortunate to experience such felon.
“The love I shared with my elder brother when we were growing up was
so much that we had to marry twin sisters,” he revealed bringing another shock to the table, “I was the one that went to Okija shrine to make some
consultations before the wedding because, according to the prophecy of old, I
wouldn’t end my life well if I ever marry someone that could bring me down.

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Because of this, I lived in fear and carefulness to avoid attracting the prophecy
to myself. The search I went for revealed that Mkpuluchi (the seed of God) was
meant to be my wife while Mkpulumma was supposed to be the wife of my
elder brother,”
He paused for a while and looked up, with his eyes closed. He was
meditative and shaking his head. Tears rained down his cheek and bedraggled
his shirt.
The two girls were filled with a mix of hatred for the wicked man and
pity for the tears from a full-fledged man.
“Go on, please,” Uremma said to ensure more was revealed because,
checking her time, she discovered that they had just ten minutes left.
“Please, you should be fast, Sir,” Amy urged and tapped her fingers on the
table monotonously as she was too eager to get more from him. “Is my dad
alive, please?” she asked feeling too eager to have at least one of her parents
alive.
“He isn’t just alive but healthy,” he replied.
“Oh God!” Amy shouted and knelt, “I thank you for this,” tears of joy filled
her eyes.
Even the DSS officer there who listened to their conversation had a drop
of tear in his eye but he cleaned that furtively so that no one would notice that
such manly operative could be moved to tears. He simply howled, “hey, madam! Here isn’t a weeping floor,” He just had to remain undaunted in a bid
to remain strong.
“There is another thing you need to know,” Ozo Odenjinji added, making
Amy to dry her tears fast and went back to her sitting position.
“Please, tell us,” Uremma said and patted Amy’s back, even though she
was eager to know about her identity too.
“Mkpulumma is alive. She never died but I made it seem so,” Ozo said,
making Amy seek for who to express her untold joy to.
Amy embraced Uremma, rushed to Ozo and embraced him too, even to
the DSS officer who couldn’t resist that free embrace from such a beautiful
girl. Though he pushed her out when he sighted his boss but he enjoyed the
warm embrace while it lasted.
Amarachi came back to the seat and said with glee: “Sir, is she still mad
and where is she now?”
“As I said before,” Ozo iterated his speech, “Mkpulumma was never mad,
so the answer is ‘No’, she isn’t mad but okay,”
“Please, where is she now?” Amy asked with utmost eagerness, jumping
up and dancing.
“Babe, I think you should know that we have limited time,” Uremma
cautioned, “and it’s just 2 minutes left,” she added and checked on her
wristwatch.
“It remains twenty minutes,” The DSS man said and smiled, adding more
18 minutes to their time.

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