The thought of killing herself developed gradually but surely. She was hopeless and dejected, lost in a world of darkness not of her own making.
Going forward was impossible and going backward was unbearable.
Death at this point seemed to be the sweet elixir for her and seemed to be her only option at this time of her despair.
She roamed around the streets for three whole days, before deciding on the best way to do it.
Drowning would be the best option.
She had spotted a lagoon on her walks and it was to this she made her way on the third somber evening.
She was walking on a busy road when she looked to her left and saw a sign that caught her eyes.
It was the signboard for a modeling agency, and despite her fatal resolve, her legs steered her towards there. The doorway led her into an open office with a man writing furiously on the desk.
“Good afternoon” she greeted.
“No vacancy. We don’t need more models” the man answered gruffly without looking up.
She turned to go away, feeling really foolish and wondering exactly why it is she had come here in the first place. She had thoughts of suicide, and perhaps she was not brave enough to see it through, but this disappointment increased her enthusiasm to end it all.
“Oh my god. Come here, come here”
The man called out from behind her.
“Where have you been? You are exactly the figure we have been looking for to put in our new collection”
He didn’t seem to notice her awful clothes, or the pervasive odor emanating from her body, in fact she seemed to be a new delight in his excited eyes.
“Now you could do with some cleanup. Take this and get yourself fresh and come back so we talk business”
He said handing her a few thousand naira.
Oluchi was quite dumbfounded at her stroke of good luck, and could not even utter a word in thanks.
She first went to get her stomach filled before getting a change of clothes as well as a bath in a public bathroom, all thoughts of suicide gone completely from her mind.
Thus began oluchis foray into the glamorous world of runway modeling.
She became an instant hot cake as she was snatched up by major designers eager for her to wear their clothes.
Within a week, she had moved into a mini apartment at surulere, and with a bit of furnishing to make her self comfortable.
The gruff man she met initially at her agency, Mr Akinwale, turned out to be her agent, and he was a hard worker, ensuring that those under his charge were up and doing.
She made steady progress under him, and with her hard work came a flurry of men, all eager to get in bed with her.
She had a deep distrust for men, and she turned every one of them down.
One morning, she was in a meeting with her boss. She was feeling a bit under the weather and looked quite pale.
He advised her to go to the hospital where a test was done.
She was sitting impatiently in the doctors office, convinced that she just had a flu, and this was an unnecessary waste of resources.
The doctor came and sat directly opposite her.
After enquiring how she felt, he broke the news that was to change her life forever.