Donigspain - S01 E31

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Donigspain - S01 E31

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Easter Sunday soon arrived and

as usual all my family went to

church in high spirit in the

knowledge of the significance of

Christ’s death and resurrection to

mankind. The Pastor spoke

extensively on the topic ‘Do not

crucify Him the second time’. He

kept hammering on the need for

us to flee from all manner of evil.

His emphasis was much on

fornication as if he knew what

would happen to one of his flock

later same day. Apparently

ignorant of what awaited me, I

even helped to urge him to go on

with some ‘ride on Pastor…

Speak the word Sir’ shouts that is

typical of a pentecostal

gathering. Soon the service came

to an end with the recitation of

‘The Grace’ in unison by all the

members.

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We arrived home at about ten

minutes past twelve in the

midday and mum proceeded into

the kitchen to finish up with the

Easter delicacies since our house

is always full of visitors during

festive seasons while my dad and

I sat in the parlour watching his

favorite Osita Osadebe’s video

with the music blazing in the

background. We had our family

get together lunch because my

sisters and their kids came from

their husbands houses to

celebrate with us. It was a full

house as all came with goodies

in foods and gifts. Not long

visitors started trooping in

making the house more ‘lively’

albeit a little uncomfortable for

my personality and that was

when I excused myself to go and

have my ‘ME’ time with any of

Bethel or Ifeoma.

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I had just finished wearing my

shoes when my phone rang, I

picked it up and saw it was

‘Bethel MTN’ that was showing

on the screen.

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”Hello B, happy easter… How’s

your day going?” I asked as soon

as the call got connected.

”Wish you all the best… My day is

not fine o. Am lonely here!”

Bethel responded from the other

end.

”Hmmm, today of all days. So

what do you want us to do

about it na?” I asked though

knowing exactly what the reply

would look like.

”I thought we agreed that you’ll

take me out today. Jennifer and

her boyfriend have already gone

out since,” she replied with her

usual attitude of comparing our

relationship with any of her

friends’.

”Ok then, just dress up and meet

me at Ngwa Road by Mosque. I’ll

be there in the next twenty

minutes,” I replied before we

said goodbyes.

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After the call I picked up my

wallet, took a peep into it and

instantly felt sad. Inside it was

just a thousand and hundred

naira. I had used nine hundred

naira to buy my guys four bottles

of beer and a bottle of malt for

myself the previous day. ”Chei, na

one thousand hundred naira I

wan use take girl out on an

easter sunday?” I weeped. To

make matters worse, it’s Bethel

not Ifeoma. Had it been Ifeoma

then I won’t be bothered

because we would just order for

two bottles of malt (#200), ‘dry’

meat (#400), two bottled water

(#200) and then her transport

back home(#200) thereby having

all expenses sum to one

thousand naira. But this Bethel

won’t dare take malt. She had

once complained it affects her

menstrual ‘bla bla bla’ and since

then she had always requested

for not just a bottle but two

bottles of ‘shine shine bobo’.

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I was still in deep thoughts

contemplating whether to shift

my plans from Bethel to Ifeoma

when my dad emerged. He saw

me all dressed up yet standing

with hands akimbo and, I guess,

he instantly understood my

predicament because he simply

dipped his hands into his pocket

and handed me a few naira

notes which I collected without

counting.

”Thanks dad, you’re the best,” I

said thankfully.

”You’re welcome. Go and have

fun but be careful and make sure

you come back early,” my dad

adviced.

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I quickly counted the money

when he left. ”Jeez, wow, two

thousand naira! Just like that” I

shouted with heart full of joy.

”Baba God, abeg bless and keep

dis man for me o” I prayed with

all my heart. Money indeed makes

a man because there was this

confidence that overwhelmed me

once the money got into my

wallet. ”Bethel, here I come!” I

concluded as I dashed out to our

meeting point.

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I got to Ngwa Road by Mosque

junction and met Bethel already

waiting for me with a frown. I

apologized to her for keeping

her waiting and then I flagged

down an Okada man. We climbed

and immediately proceeded to

City Hotels which is situated

beside Etche Road field. Luckily

we got a spot, settled down and

then made our orders. Bethel

requested for a bottle of star

while I went for my usual malt. In

addition, I also requested for two

chicken laps to be chopped into

sizeable chunks for us. In

contrast to what the season

signified, the whole place was

agog with people smoking,

dancing and some lovers stealing

touches and kisses at intervals.

We chatted with mouthful of

meat and drink. After about an

hour, Bethel requested for

another bottle of star while I was

still sipping my one bottle of malt.

It was getting a bit dark already

and the place was getting

naughtier as the darkness kind

of shadowed the acts going on

amongst lovers. I don’t know

whether it’s the drink or the

romantic scenerio or both

combined that made Bethel move

her sit closer to mine, placed her

hands on my laps and then

whispered into my ears ”Spain, I

feel like having sêx o”.

My ears instantly stood like an

enraged little chihuahua while

my eyes lit up.

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”So wetin you wan make I do

na?” I stupidly asked.

”Mtscheew” she hissed before

withdrawing from me.

”O boy, make I no misuse this

opportunity o” I said to myself

before I stood up and walked

over to the counter to make

enquiries.

Fortunatety, there was still some

rooms unoccupied at the

moment. I quickly paid for an

hour since it was already dark,

collected the keys with trembling

hands as the room service guy

led me to the available room. I

came back after I had surveyed

the room to make sure it was not

only clean but also free from

hidden cameras, lol. Without

saying a word, I took Bethel by

the hands and led her to room

number seven (7) where it all

happened.

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Watch out for the funny, silly and

annoying events that took place

inside the room…