Donigspain - S01 E30

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Donigspain - S01 E30

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I travelled for the 2009 Easter

celebration with no premonition

that I would return back to

school a new person even

though I had always anticipated

for that day to come. I entered

Aba on the 10th of April, which

also happened to be the Good

Friday, with joy in my heart as it

had been quite a while I saw my

people (parents, siblings, friends

etc) last. It had been three

months I left for school after the

christmas celebrations and so I

was quite anxious to see those I

had left behind. I dialled Bethel’s

number immediately our bus got

to Osisioma junction in Aba.

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”Hello dear, are you now in

Aba?” Bethel asked almost

immediately the call got

connected.

”Yea, am now at Osisioma

roundabout… Very soon I’ll be at

home,” I replied.

”Ok na, hope you bought

something for me?” She inquired

in her usual demanding way.

”Mmmmn, when we see na…

Hope I’ll see you this evening?” I

asked.

”I will come… Just wait for me at

home. Till then bye.” She

answered before ending the call.

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I finally got home by 4:30pm,

took my bath and had some

delicious egusi soup and

pounded yam which my mum

prepared specially for me. She

had complained my voice

sounded ‘tiny’ on the phone

which, to her, suggested I had

lost some considerable weight

and thus she promised to put me

back in shape within the short

while I would be staying. I met

Bethel on my way to a friend’s

shop. She looked quite charming

and healthy that evening. She

was all smiles as she approached

me.

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”Nwa akwukwo, kedu ebe I na-

eje? (student, where are you

going?). I gaghi ezu ike?(won’t

you rest?)” she asked me

jokingly as she gave me a ‘360

degrees’ hug.

”Nne, asim ka mjee hu ndi enyim.

(Baby, I want to go and see my

friends)” I replied her while

pressing her more to my chest.

”Bad boy, abeg don’t kill my

unborn children for me,” she

playfully said while disengaging

from me.

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We turned back to my house

after she told me that she was on

her way to my house and would

love to spend the evening with

me. I brought out a bench for us

to sit with at the balcony but she

declined saying she does not

want people around to see her

since she no longer works as a

phone-booth attendant here any

longer. She told me how she got

into a quarrel with her ‘madam’

which made her to quit the job

but now she is selling soup and

stew ingredients in ‘Ahia

Ohuru’ (New Market or Ngwa

Road Market). I had no option

than to take her out to a small

‘joint’ that is a bit far from the

neighbourhood where we joked

and chatted until she told me it

was getting late and she needed

to go home. While seeing her off

I noticed she wore this gloomy

face and so I asked her what the

problem was. Though it was

difficult for her to say but she

later told me her mum is sick and

needed medical attention but she

had no money to buy her the

needed drugs.

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”Is that why your face is like

someone that kissed shît? Abeg,

make we enter chemist buy the

drugs jor” I boldly said though

the expenses is sure going to

create a big hole in my pocket.

We bought the drugs which

summarily cost me about one

thousand and two hundred naira

leaving me with less than two

thousand to manage .all through

the Easter period.

”Thank you Spain… I now know

you really do love me,” Bethel

said as we walked out of the

chemist shop.

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We walked for a few distance

before I told her I would be

going back home as it’s already

getting dark and the journey

behind is quite far. Unlike her,

she came close, hugged me and

also planted a kiss on my lips

before leaving me with the

promise of spending the Easter

Sunday with me; all to my

bewilderment.

It was while walking back home

that I remembered I had not

informed Ifeoma that am in Aba.

I quickly brought out my phone

from my pocket, dialled her

number and waited for her to

answer. The call rang twice but

there was no answer. ”No be my

fault na… Atleast I don try” I

consoled myself as I returned my

phone back into my pocket.

Ifeoma later called that night and

apologised for not answering my

call earlier. She said her uncle had

sent her on an errand and that

she left her phone to charge. She

was so ecstatic when I told her

that I was presently in Aba.

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”That’s good o! Ehee, now am

happy that I have someone am

going to spend the easter

sunday with,” she happily said.

”No problem baby, it’s me and

you on sunday…” I romantically

replied her without

remembering my earlier

appointment with Bethel.

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Hmmm, time will tell. Sunday is

the ‘D’ day and who will take the

day? Bethel or Ifeoma?