Donigspain - S01 E02

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Donigspain - S01 E02

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2

I grew up in an above normal protective hands. Being responsible was not a choice rather it is a path of life which I have no option than to follow. Principles, virtues, discipline, responsibilities, morality and religion were legacies I must possess as I journey through life. Dad would always sit me down to tell me tales of how a MAN is supposed to think, speak and act at every given situation. He would at all times try to make me appreciate the culture and tradition of the land; giving me prior information on when and how certain traditional rituals, initiations and rites are performed. All these, according to him, were preparatory lessons for greater responsibility ahead. Mum, on the other hand, is a certified ‘heavenly candidate’. Her words, admonitions, advise are all rooted from and/or to heaven. To her, it’s either you are for Jesus or you are damned both in life and afterlife. Missing any church service is a punishable act that attracts enough beating with the hard wooden-sole female footwear plus a torturing and never-seem-to-end bible session under the illumination of a kerosene lantern (even if there is electric power).

While all these grooming practices from both dad and mum are going on, within me is a burning desire. A fire that is already consuming from within; desire to explore, mingle, taste, feel and be a part of the ‘happening things’. A fire which only freedom can quench.

And with these the battle between NATURE and NURTURE began on the inside of me. The ethereal me longed for such activities that it was already used to while in the celestial realm but this hunger was continually subdued by the ever watchful eyes and corrective hands of both parents.

I had only two friends while growing up – Mike and Kachi. To be frank, they were only allowed by my parents based on the proximity of our houses then. Mike was living in the next compound while Kachi’s house was about three hundred meters away. Another reason was because we all attended same kindergaten, nursery and primary school. Friendship with the females was a total NO-GO-AREA especially to my mum. To her, girls are dream killers, destiny destroyers, vision terminators and so on. There’s always a biblical backing for her claims; Adam vs Eve, Samson vs Delilah, David vs B-sheba, John the Baptist vs Herod’s wife et cetera. All these were enough evidence to make me flee at the sight of the daughters of Eve.

Unknowingly to her, I was also receiving counter-lectures from Mike and Kachi; these lectures appeal more to my ears. ”guy, do you know that girl wrote me a love letter yesterday?” Kachi would always begin. ”Eeeh? Hmmm, Love bought chocomilo for me during break” Mike would reply. Then the two heads would turn to face me for

my own story to which I’ll always be found

wanting. ’’Do you know Nnenna asked of you

today?’’ Kachi continued while directing the

question at me. ’’Please, lets not talk about girls.

Errm, let us discuss what we learnt in sunday school last sunday’’, I said in pretence to not

loving their topic.

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