Chapter 54: Dublin Connection.
Chinwendu was a lady from Ozalla in Nkanu area of Enugu state. We had met in the Asylum camp in Eisenhutenstadt Germany. She was pregnant during our stay in Eisenhutenstadt. She was the closest person from my state of origin in Nigeria and had been like a sister all through our stay in camp.
According to her, the husband had sent her to Europe to give birth since she had already gotten pregnant in Nigeria before coming to Germany. She had somehow managed to end up in Berlin where her elder brother lived.
After our stay in camp, she was posted to another Heim in another town while i was posted to Brandenburg. She had returned to Berlin to live with his elder brother.
Her elder brother had called me one day and said that he needed help with some money to send Chinedu to Dublin where she could get legal resident permit as soon as she gave birth to her child.
I was already doing well in Brandenburg then and as a result, i had given them €1000 to help send Chinwendu to Dublin. A week later, she had called me from Dublin to thank me for the money i gave them. She had promised to send the money back to me as soon as she started work but i had told her not to worry about it since i knew that she or her brother who already had a German Passport then, could be of help to me someday.
It was time for them to return the favour.
Right inside our apartment in Bulewijk, We had called Matilda, the friend whom Ify said she knew in Birmingham. We had told her that we needed Ify to Migrate to the United Kingdom. After rambling on how difficult things were in the United Kingdom, Matilda had finally told us that she couldn’t help us out.
Before Ify could start to complain about how she had helped Matilda in the past, i had called Chinwendu in Dublin.
”Ada Enugu Ji Eje Mba, how are you today”? I had greeted Chinwendu.
‘Ada Enugu Jim Eje Mba’ which loosely translated to ‘The Lady pride of Enugu’ was the name i had given Chinwendu over time. She was a yellow beautiful woman who somehow resembled Ify.
Chinwendu had started asking me if i had gotten married which was the same question she had been asking me ever since we parted ways back in Germany. According to her, she had given birth to her third Child while i was still single.
”I have a son and a wife now”, i had said to her delight.
Before her joy could subside, i hit her with the request that i wanted my wife and Child to relocate to Dublin. She had welcomed the news and said that she would help however she could.
I had narrated my needs to her.
Firstly, she was going to send me her resident permit card and which of course covered her last son who was born almost at the same time with Samson.
She had agreed and also said that she would accommodate them until they finished registration at the foreign office in Dublin.
It was true that Ify had a Nigerian passport with a temporal Dutch resident permit in it but the permit couldn’t allow her to travel outside Holland yet.
When i finished talking with Chinwe, Ify marveled at how connected i was to every part of Europe and beyond.
She had also asked me how i was going to meet up with them in Dublin since she had mentally believed that we were destined to be husband and wife.
”I will find my way to Dublin when i’m done with Europe. There are some things i need to finish up here before going anywhere” i had told her.
I didn’t know where she got that belief that she was going to be my wife.
I was a soldier who preferred to be single until i got to atleast 35years. I had always visioned traveling all over the World before allowing a woman to tie me down to one place. But every woman i had come across tried one way or the other to tie me down in one place and start to produce little MEs and little HERs. It was good to have kids but life was a one time journey. I wasn’t going to allow children to live my own for me. And if i died before having any child of my own, so be it. How could i even care what happened to me when i am dead.
I was born in a society where women believed that it was a must to get married and have Children. According to them, it was the norm and anything contrary to that would make you a society misfit. I had also lived in a society where marriage was never a priority. Of course back in Germany, i had seen boyfriends and girfriends who lived together for years until they even got to an age where they couldn’t bear children anymore. I had seen married couple who decided not to have children and yet lived happily ever after. I had seen people who mutually agreed to have children without getting married. I had seen couples who divorced and yet lived under the same roof.
After seeing all those things, i learnt one thing from them; it was that life was all about how you want it to be for you and for you alone. Doing things because other people did it was a great mistake since your brain was not wired to operate the same way as that of the other people.
But back in my own Society in Africa, it was marriage or nothing. As soon as man starts to make small extra money, his people would show up with the marriage suggestions. They would even suggest who to marry and how to marry her. They would suggest the kind of wedding they wanted even without contributing anything. Our lives were being lived for us by other people. It was a pity but i had hoped that someday, i would be able to open up a center where i could be teaching people the things i learnt throughout my sojourns around the World.
Before i left Ify, i told her to start getting ready to leave for Dublin.
The resident permit card from Dublin could arrive before one week and when it does, she would be on her way out of Amsterdam, the World’s capital city of Drugs and Sxs.
She would go to Dublin where life was better for women and children. She would leave the war front for me and Mr Clement and all those who would step on my toes later intentionally.
Dublin was her Destiny and Destination.
” Men have two
greatest fears: the
first fear is the
fear of being
needed, and the
second fear is the
fear of not being