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📘 My Oyibo Wife
When Uchenna left his village of Umudike for London ten years ago, everyone said the same thing.
"He's going to come back with an accent."
"No, he's going to forget us!"
Obiageli, however, always had a different dream.
"One day, Uchenna will come back and marry me," she would tell her friends, adjusting her wrapper with confidence.
After all, they grew up together. She had even rejected two suitors because she believed Uchenna was her destiny.
To make matters sweeter, Uchenna's mother, Mama Uchenna, adored her.
"Obiageli is a good girl," Mama Uchenna would often say. "She can pound yam with one hand and carry firewood with the other. That is the kind of wife my son needs."
Years passed.
Then one hot Saturday afternoon, a rumor spread through the village like wildfire.
"Uchenna is coming home!"
Before sunset, the rumor changed.
"Uchenna is not coming alone."
By evening, it became:
"Uchenna is bringing an Oyibo wife!"
The entire village nearly collapsed.
Children abandoned football. Women left their pots on the fire. Even old Papa Okeke, who hadn't left his compound in months, dusted his walking stick and came out to witness history.
When Uchenna's SUV finally entered the village, everyone stood in silence.
Out stepped Uchenna—tall, handsome, and wearing sunglasses.
Then Ella stepped out.
She was beautiful, fair-skinned, and smiling from ear to ear.
"Good afternoon!" she said in a strong foreign accent.
The villagers screamed.
"She can talk!"
Another old woman fainted.
Another whispered, "See her teeth! They are shining like generator light."
Obiageli stood in the crowd with her mouth open.
"This cannot be happening," she muttered.
Mama Uchenna was even more shocked.
"My son," she said, pulling him aside, "out of all the women in this world, you brought me an Oyibo?"
Uchenna laughed.
"Mama, her name is Ella, and she is my wife."
Mama Uchenna forced a smile.
"Welcome, my daughter."
But deep down, she was disappointed.
That evening, Obiageli stormed into Mama Uchenna's compound.
"Mama, are you just going to accept this? What happened to me?"
"My daughter, even me, I am still trying to understand."
Obiageli folded her arms.
"We need to expose her."
The next morning, Ella woke up to find half the village staring at her through the window.
She waved happily.
"Good morning!"
They all ran away.
Later that day, Obiageli announced, "If Ella truly wants to be part of this family, let her prove herself. Let us have a cooking competition!"
The village erupted with excitement.
"Yes! Let us see if Oyibo can cook!"
Mama Uchenna nodded slowly.
"That is a good idea."
Uchenna wasn't pleased.
"This is unnecessary."
But Ella smiled.
"I accept."
The entire village gasped.
"You mean she understood us?"
Preparations began immediately.
Obiageli spent the entire night preparing. She sharpened her knives, bought the freshest ingredients, and even prayed over her pots.
"This is my moment," she said confidently.
Meanwhile, Ella had a secret.
Earlier that morning, she had quietly visited the gateman's wife, Mama Emeka, who was famous for her cooking.
"Mama Emeka," Ella said with a smile, "please help me. I will pay you very well."
Mama Emeka laughed.
"So, our Oyibo daughter is smart!"
The next day, the village square was packed.
There were two tables.
One belonged to Obiageli.
The other belonged to Ella.
Obiageli prepared bitter leaf soup and pounded yam with the confidence of a woman expecting a wedding proposal.
Ella arrived with her dishes covered.
"Begin!" shouted the village chief.
An hour later, the food was ready.
Obiageli presented hers first.
"It is cooked with love."
Everyone clapped politely.
Then Ella removed the covers from her dishes.
Silence.
The aroma alone caused three men to stand up.
One elder adjusted his cap.
"My people," he said, "I have not even tasted this food, but my ancestors are already smiling."
Laughter filled the square.
The tasting began.
First, Obiageli's meal.
"It is good."
"Very nice."
"Excellent."
Obiageli smiled proudly.
Then they tasted Ella's.
The village chief took one bite and froze.
He took another.
Then another.
"Bring me water," he whispered.
"Is something wrong?" Ella asked.
"No," he replied. "I am emotional."
Soon everyone was eating.
"Mama mia!"
"Jesus is Lord!"
"Who taught this woman how to cook?"
Papa Okeke stood up.
"Cancel my dinner tonight! I am eating here!"
Even Mama Uchenna couldn't believe it.
"My daughter, where did you learn to cook like this?"
Ella smiled innocently.
"A good wife never reveals all her secrets."
The crowd cheered.
Obiageli's face changed colors.
"This is impossible!" she shouted.
An elderly woman stood up.
"Obiageli, enough is enough! Leave this couple alone."
Another added, "You had ten years to marry Uchenna. He traveled abroad, not to the moon!"
The entire village burst into laughter.
Mama Uchenna suddenly felt ashamed.
She walked up to Ella and held her hands.
"My daughter, forgive me. I judged you before I knew you. You have brought happiness to my son, and that is all that matters."
Ella hugged her warmly.
"I forgive you, Mama."
Obiageli quietly picked up her pot and began to leave.
As she walked away, one little boy shouted, "Aunty Obiageli, don't worry! Maybe your own husband is still at the airport!"
The village exploded with laughter.
From that day on, Ella became everyone's favorite.
She learned Igbo, attended village meetings, and won the hearts of the people.
As for Obiageli, she eventually married a mechanic from the next village who, unfortunately, reminded everyone every chance he got that he had married the woman who once lost a cooking competition to an Oyibo.
And whenever visitors came to Umudike, the villagers would proudly tell them:
"Come and meet our daughter, Ella. She may be Oyibo, but her soup can raise the dead!" 🤣
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