Donigspain - S01 E22

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Donigspain - S01 E22

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22

The fortunate coincidence

became an added advantage to

my mission. Little by little I

steered our chat to a more

personal angle. I did this without

directly making open my

intentions although I left her

with suggestive clues. Finally, I

broke the news of my

resignation and further move to

Enugu for my studies. This

seemed to interest her further as

she openly told me she would

miss my presence while also

promising to hook up with me

whenever she visits Enugu. I

instantly ceased the opportunity

to request we exchanged phone

numbers, of which she obliged

without hesitation. We ended the

day on a good note with my last

statement as “am happy for the

time we spent and I expect to

hear from you soonest.”

I moved to Enugu (aka Coal City

or 042) the next day with high

hopes. Hopes of great academic

achievements as well as s’exual

adventure as this would be the

first time I would be leaving my

parents to go and stay alone in a

far land. Even though I finally

relocated to Coal City in 2008, but

my admission registeration

number bore 2007 as the year of

admission.

I kept contact with both Bethel

and Ifeoma; talking to them over

the phone almost on a dialy

basis. By this time, my

relationship with Ifeoma has

been ‘formally’ christened.

We were discussing over the

phone on a certain night,

courtesy of mtn xtracool

midnight call, when she informed

me that she would be visiting me

the next week. She had lied to

her uncle whom she’s living with

that she had something

important to attend to at Enugu.

My heart leapt with joy on

hearing this revelation. Wow, this

would be my first time of hosting

a girl, in ‘my’ house, alone;

urrhm, actually I had a roomie by

name Uche (I’ll tell you all about

him later). The few days to her

visit seemed like centuries as my

anxiety grew with each tick tock

sound of the clock. I made both

physical and mental preparation

in readiness for her visit. My

room, as at then, was still

infantile in terms of decoration.

The room was a conc ‘learner’;

far from classy. A plastic reading

table and chair, wooden wall

hanger, carpet, two wallpapers (a

David Beckham portrait and a

nature-park landscape), a 3-steps

rack, two-finger battery radio

and last but the most vital, an

eight inches foam (or preferably

mat). I cared less about the

present condition of the room as

I focused more on giving her a

comfortable hosting.

The scheduled they finally arrived

and I took a day off from school.

To me, it was a NO LECTURES DAY!

I woke up earlier than usual,

washed my plates and pots,

removed a few cobwebs,

positioned my two newly bought

Air Wick room freshner at

strategic locations, swept and

mopped the carpeted floor, took

my bath and finally laid on the

bed awaiting my unusual visitor.

“Di-anyi, dis wan u just dey

organise everywhere so. E be like

u dey expect somebody,” Uche

said as he prepared for school.

‘Di-anyi’ is an indigenous Enugu

phrase which translates, but not

literally, to ‘my friend.’

“Mmmmn, something like that” I

replied him. He finished and left

for school without asking further

questions. At last, am all alone

and ready for the unfolding of

what today holds in stock for me.