Bomboy was the luckiest boy in my town as we grew up. He was an only son of his parents being that his father died two months after he was born.
What Bomboy lacked in companionship of siblings, his mother Nwakaego provided with extraordinary care.
Following the untimely death of Bomboy’s father and the palpable fear that her husband’s relatives would eliminate Bomboy and usurp his vast inheritance, Madam Nwakaego would not take chances hence her decision to ensure that Bomboy married early.
But she decided to discreetly get a wife for his young son. The groom was not even informed of his marital status. Not until at a later date.
Those that hail from Odida Nnewichi, Nnewi and went to secondary schools in the late 1970s to early 1980s should be familiar with this story.
Nwakaego arranged with Nkechi, her childhood friend married to an Uhuagu man to betroth her friend’s 13 years old daughter to Bomboy. The two women had the marriage deal wrapped in secrecy, hiding it especially from Bomboy’s paternal relatives.
Bride price was paid by proxy unbeknownst to the young bride who was to come live with her new mother-in-law (who she only knew as her mother’s best friend) on the pretext that she needed to stay close to her secondary school.
Though Bomboy was of the same age as Utonwa, he was older than her by three months. He had known Utonwa right from their early childhood as their mothers had been inseparable friends.
Bomboy thought that Utonwa was his cousin and was elated when she come holidaying to his house during school vacations and was even happier when he learnt that Utonwa would be staying back after the second term vacation.
Bomboy and Utonwa were secondary school students at that time.
While Bomboy was a student of Nnewi High School, Utonwa was attending Maria Regina Comprehensive Girls’ Secondary School. Both schools were less than 600 metres apart.
Living at Odida Nnewichi in Bomboy’s home was a great relief to Utonwa as she would no longer have to trek several kilometers from her father’s house at Akaboezem Uhuagu to her school located in Nnewichi.
Utonwa’s mother had told her that she needed to relocate to Mama Bomboy’s house to reduce her suffering in trekking a long distance to and fro school.
Bomboy and Utonwa did everything together to the gladness of Bomboy’s mum who both of them called Mama.
They went to the Ukwaka stream, school, church and to fetch firewood together to the extent that Bomboy was being taunted as “woman wrapper” by his peers.
Bomboy and Utonwa not only slept in the same room but also on the same mat. They were inseparable and related as a brother and a sister.
Everything changed the day after Bomboy and Utonwa sat for their last paper in the West African School Certificate (WASC).
Mama Bomboy had called her son into her room for a mother-to-son discussion.
“Bomboy my son, Utonwa is your wife”, Nwakaego said while looking intently into the son’s innocent eyes.
“It is not possible Mama. I thought I’m related to Utonwa and I have always seen her as my cousin. Even at that, we are still young to be husband and wife!” Bomboy protested.
“It is not your fault. It was a closely guarded secret between me and my brothers on one side and Utonwa’s mother and her husband’s family on the other side, just to ensure that your wicked uncles did not pluck you out while you are still young.
“Now, I called you to tell you that you have to give me grandchildren so that I won’t have to die of hypertension.
“I have spoken to Utonwa to allow you into her so that she could become pregnant”, Nwakaego said throwing away her eyes because she too was embarrassed by what was coming out from her mouth.
What Bomboy just heard was too much for him to digest at a go.
He remained withdrawn and didn’t speak to her mum or to Utonwa that day. He slept as a corpse lying on the morgue and was woken up by a cock that crowed at about 5am the next day.
“Bomboy, I’m so sorry,” Utonwa managed to say as she sobbed beside Bomboy as both of them lay on their wide mat laced with a blanket. It was a harmattan period. And the cold could move a saint nearer a sinner to get warmth.
“My mother came around yesterday, in the afternoon, that time you went to play football. She broke the news of your unconscious secret marriage to me and I felt awkward,” Utonwa continued.
“My initial anger suddenly evaporated when I was confronted with the fact that I love you so much and couldn’t have been happier with any other man in this world.
“Your mother promised me that our marriage would not affect our education; that she just wanted us to give her a male child and that she was still strong enough to raise the baby while we continued with schooling”, Utonwa ended artfully laying her head on the bare chest of confused Bomboy.
Bomboy had been a good boy.
At 18, he had never had sex even though he had fantasized about his Biology teacher Miss Rachael. He flew into fantasy land right there inside the class, as they were being taught the topic: Reproduction.
He had also had a couple of wet dreams in many nights, waking up with maps of Biafra and Congo starching and staining his short pants.
But he had never fantasized about Utonwa who had never hidden anything from him while dressing up after bathing. He had seen her well rounded breasts and the pubic area that housed endpoint or “ogbe ndida” and the naked version of her well endowed waist.
He was never aroused by Utonwa as he took her as a relative.
Bomboy was expected to psyche up himself and rise up to the occasion of visiting the inner recesses of Utunwa to produce the results his mother earnestly needed.
Two weeks passed with Bomboy not initiating any nwamkpi or mounting behaviour. The mother also did not notice any romance between the young couple.
Utonwa was ready but Bomboy seemed to be acting in self denial to the disillusionment of his mother.
Mama Bomboy was getting impatient and needed to do something.
She had decided to intervene. That would be unthinkable but never predict a desperate mum. Who would blame her either?
So, on that fateful night, Nwakaego treated her son with a dinner of cocoyam fufu and ora soup. She also allowed him drink three glasses of palm wine she specially ordered from Nwokolo, a seasoned wine taper from Okpuno Umuenem.
About 9pm, Mama Bomboy woke up his snoring son and ordered him to remove his underpants. And he did.
She further instructed Bomboy to put his phallus into the natural hole and push it right inside a honey pot in between Utonwa’s legs and he obeyed. The alcohol helped to make him more pliable as his John Thomas increased in stiffness as he traveled through the mustached tunnel.
“Now, keep thrusting your waist, up and down!”, Nwakaego kept ordering her son as a sergeant major conducting an aerobics class.
After about ten minutes of thrusting, and more rapid but intense thrusting, this time, not waiting for the next command, Bomboy shouted, “Nne, Nne ooo, achọrọ m ị nyụ maamịrị!” (translated as “Mama, my Mama , I want to urinate!”
The mother shouted “afịọpụtakwana ya ooo. Nyụbaya ebe afụ, ọbụ ya bụ uru afụlụ na ya” (translated to mean “don’t ever remove it from there, that is the whole gain from the exercise”
Utonwa who was initially writhing in an explainable pain at the point she was entered, because that was her first time, later joined the party as she started moving her waist in a synchronized rythm to the gbulala beats by Bomboy.
At about the time Bomboy was obeying his mother’s instruction not to pull out, Utonwa began to ask a rhetorical question “ọ bụ gịnị na atọ mụ ife a ooo?” meaning “what is this ecstasy I’m feeling?” which triggered a nostalgic response from Mama Bomboy as she murmured “nwa m, ọọ uru gị” translated to mean “my daughter please enjoy, it is to your benefit”.
In the minutes that followed, all the parties were satisfied in their own ways.
But Madam Nwakaego seemed to be the happiest.
The next day, Madam Nwakaego just laughed when she overheard her son telling Utonwa, “do you have to wash those clothes this evening? Please come let’s go to bed”.
The night works of Bomboy and Utonwa didn’t go unrewarded as children came and in the mix their parents prayed for.
It has been an age long practice for the parents of an only son to arrange an early marriage for their son to hedge against the risk of the discontinuation or termination of his father’s lineage that might arise if the only son dies before he gets married.
Written by Anayo M. Nwosu
anayonwosu@icloud.com
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