Donigspain - S01 E12

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Donigspain - S01 E12

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Our love blossomed with each

passing day that we soon

became the envy of all coupled

with my ever increasing

academic strides which also

helped to make a good

marketing of my person. I soon

became a sacred cow due to the

love teachers had for me. No

student dared report my

misbehaviour to the Discipline

Master who often based his

judgement on the student’s

ability to defend himself or

herself in spoken English which I

do have a grip on. Reporting me

to the Discipline Master will only

earn you more strokes for I will

so finish you with English that

you will appear very silly in the

eyes of the DM.

It was against this backdrop that

many female students started

sending me love letters while the

brave ones normally walked up

to me to make their intentions

known. But in all I still

maintained my committment to

Nkeiru not because she’s more

beautiful than the others but

simply because I was so deep in

love with her that I lost my sense

of reason.

I could vividly recall, in SS1, an

event that took place on the day

our school held her inter-house

sports competition where a girl

in my class by name Chinecherem

walked up to me when she

noticed I was alone because

Nkeiru was yet to come.

”Spain, dis wan you’re sitting

here alone? What about your

girlfriend?” She asked before

making herself comfortable with

a sit even though I never asked

her to sit down.

”It’s nothing. I just want to rest

here a little before I go play ball

for Yellow house,” I lied when

actually I was moody since I

haven’t seen Nkeiru yet.

”Ok na let me join you. Spain, e

get something wey I bin wan tell

you since. I like you very much

and I just will like to be your

girlfriend. I don’t mind if you

have many girlfriends o. Please, I

just want you to accept me even

if we will not walk about

together or sit in class like you

and Nkeiru used to do,” she

pleaded with teary eyes before

handing over a piece of paper to

me which I later discovered to be

a love letter while reading it.

Her words really touched my

heart but I was too far in love

with Nkeiru to give reason to her

cries. To me, Nkeiru is the only

girl in the world. In fact, other

girls appeared as ‘boys in

dresses’ in my eyes. I loved

Nkeiru with both my heart and

my head with the later been my

greatest undoing.

”Errm, Neche (short form of her

name), I don hear wetin you talk

but d tin be say I no wan cause

problem between me and Nkeiru.

I for consider you if say Nkeiru

no dey my life now so I no sure

say dis your arrangement go

work,” I replied her without

much consideration over her

feelings.

Apparently, my words shattered

her heart as I beheld rivers of

tears which freely flowed down

her cheeks. She wiped them off

before making a final request

which was for us to take one

picture which she would use to

remember me with. I obliged her

request and followed her to a

photo stand where she

negotiated with the

photographer before coming

back to me for a pose.

”Aboy, come close to her now.

Which one you just stand like

Iroko tree. Hold her waist well

joor abi you no dey proud of

your girlfriend?” the camera man

ignorantly remarked.

Foolish me, without thinking,

hastily corrected him by saying

”nooo, she no be my gal o. Na

just my classmate. When my gal

comes I go carry her come snap

enough picture for your hand.”

The words had already escaped

my mouth before I really gave a

thought into its possible

consequences on the girl am

standing with who just paid for

the photograph we are currently

posing for.

She thanked me after we took

the picture and was about saying

some other things when I

instantly sighted Nkeiru

angelically making her entrance

through the school’s frontgate.

”Abeg, no vex, Nkeiru don come

make I go see her,” were the

exact words I said to her before I

cynically walked out on her into

the warm embrace of Nkeiru

who was looking dashing in her

new hairstyle and shoes. All these

while I was yet to kiss her not

that she would deny me but

simply because I lacked the

courage to make the approach.

Just the thought that she’s mine

satisfied my intimate urge.

”Spain, hope you like my hair? I

just finished making it dats why I

come late,” she inquired while

placing her two arms on my

shoulders which gave the

impression that she was about

to kiss me.

”Yes dear, I like it. It looks really

fine on you. Hmmm, you’re very

beautiful o,” I flattered while

licking my lips in anticipation of a

kiss.