Donigspain - S01 E33

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Donigspain - S01 E33

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 33

I spent a week and few days in

Aba after the easter sunday

event. Ironically, I spent most of

my free time with Ifeoma who

was ignorant of what I had done

behind her back. To be candid, I

thought my relationship with

Bethel would blossom after the

encounter but, alas, the opposite

was the case. It was as if the sêx

was our breakup send-off

package. There was this

confidence that enveloped me. A

sense of maturity. I was now a

new person.

I even invited Ifeoma to our

house the next sunday though

she was skeptical at first but she

later agreed after I promised her

nobody would embarras her. She

came in the afternoon of that

sunday after we returned from

church service. Suprisingly, she

was very much given a warmth

welcome by my mum while my

dad did not show much concern

over the situation at that

moment. We spent sometime in

our house before I took her to

my immediate elder sister’s

house who lived with her

husband few kilometers from

ours then. Hmmm, once we got

there, it was as if her kids had

known Ifeoma for a long time

because they freely played with

her even the last born that never

allowed strangers to carry her

felt relaxed in her arms.

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We were all chatting in the

parlour when little Precious

walked up to where we were

sitted and then threw the most

unexpected question at me.

”Uncle, is Aunt Ifeoma your

wife?” Precious asked.

The question took me unawares

as I had no prepared answer to

give. Replying her with an

outright ‘NO’ might send a

wrong signal to Ifeoma. On the

other hand, answering ‘YES’ may

also give her a sense of

assurance that am going to

marry her even when such is not

in my agenda, at least, for now.

.

”Aunt Ifeoma is not my wife yet.

We are still good friends… Oya, go

inside and tell your mummy that

we are going,” I replied her

while employing the last

sentence as a tactic aimed at

stopping further embarrasing

questions from the little girl.

We left my sister’s place for Mr.

Biggs which is located at Azikiwe

by Mosque junction. We spent

about two hours there before

we finally said goodbyes.

.

My mum woke me up very early

the next morning. She sat beside

my bed with this look that meant

something is amidst.

”Good morning ma, dis one you

woke me up this early. Hope all is

well?” I asked a bit confused.

”All is well. I just want to know

who that young girl is and your

relationship with her” she

responded while adjusting into

an ‘am all ears’ sitting posture.

”Ifeoma is my girlfriend” I said

without mincing words.

I think the confidence with

which I said those words came

to her as a surprise. She must

have been anticipating a long

defensive story from his

supposedly innocent little boy.

.

”Your girlfriend? Have you

started having girlfriends?” my

mum asked what I felt was a very

funny question. Although she has

seen me with Bethel a few times

but she must have thought my

relationship with her was

platonic.

”Not like I have many girlfriends

o… Just that I think it’s better to

have someone in Aba than to

have one in school who would

be distracting me,” I answered

wisely. She’s my mum and I

know the right answer to give in

order to calm her nerves or make

her buy into my idea no matter

how odd. She’ll rather allow

Ifeoma than live with the

thought that I’ve got a girlfriend

at school where she had little

influence over my actions.

”Hmmm, you just have to be

careful with her. You people

should not do anything that will

offend God. Listen I.G Spain, don’t

ever promise her marriage o!”

She warned while holding her

right ear. We talked a little more

with her mostly advicing me on

the dos and don’ts of life.

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I went back to Enugu the next

day since our 1st year second

semester exam was fast

approaching. Things went back

to normal; lectures, intense

‘jacking’, hunger ‘tinz’ et al.

There was this restaurant I

normally patronized each

afternoon whenever am hungry.

Then I mostly eat outside even

though I may have foodstuffs in

my house.

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**Don’t get me wrong, I cook

very well just that cooking is not

my hobby**

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The restaurant was been

managed by a lady. She’s from

Ugboka, a neighbouring village

to Agbani. Many young people

from neighbouring villages were

migrating into Agbani due to the

establishment of ESUT permanent

site there which also provided an

ever increasing economic

opportunities. The lady was

beginning to pick interest in me.

Sometimes she would charge me

less and in other times she

would stock my meal with

assorted ‘gallops’ in the form of

meat and fish. Earlier, I had gone

to her restaurant pre-easter

period to eat as usual. She had

brought my order and then sat

beside me since the restaurant

was empty at that time.

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”Bro, why is it that you dey

always dey quiet whenever you

come here? The only time you

dey talk na when you wan make

I bring food for you or when you

wan pay me,” she asked me with

keen interest.

She did observed well. My words

were very limited whenever I

entered her restaurant. It was an

old strategy of mine I normally

employ when I need attention

especially in an environment

where everyone seem to be

talking. It has always paid me.

”Nothing o… Na just my nature…”

I replied her.

”Hmmm, I think I like this your

nature o…” She teased me

further.

.

**If only you know say e don tey

wey I dey eye dis your big round

nyash**

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”Thank you” I replied while

faking innocence.

We talked for sometime before

we exchanged contacts. She told

me her name is Ifeoma. Hmmm,

Ifeoma again? What’s wrong

with Enugu people and the name

Ifeoma?

**I’ll refer to her as Ify in this

story**

From that day we became

friends. She did visited me on

few occasions though nothing

happened mostly because I was

still a virgin then so there was no

need to start what I may not

finish. All these happened

months before I lost my virginity.

Armed with my new status as an

ex-virgin, I invited her to my

house a few days after I returned

from the eventful easter

celebration. She accepted my

invitation and promised to visit

me on the 28th of April (three

days after my birthday). If only I

knew I would not have invited

her. It was a bad sêxual

experience. A visit I may never

recover from its shame!

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*Wanna know what happened?

Stick around. Full details in the

next episode.