Donigspain - S01 E41

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Donigspain - S01 E41

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 41

I sat outside chatting with Zubi

for a while before Joseph joined

us. He was all smiles as he

walked towards us. We all

discussed the events of the day.

Zubi was the most mocked since

he had his expectations crashed

and his money ‘eaten’ without

any favour returned in kind. I got

the least jestful attention since I

took my stance of not being

interested in the game from the

onset. Joseph was the hero of

the day. His catch was still in his

net.

.

Night came and we all dispersed

to our abodes. Zubi opted to

sleep in Joseph’s house probably

hoping for a possible bite from

the big meal. I went to my room

where loneliness and hunger

awaited me. I was permuting

between the infamous ‘one-oh-

one’ and ‘one-one-oh’ survival

rations. I had decided to manage

my little resources till the next

week when my dad had

promised to send me some

money. The biting hunger could

not allow me get a sound sleep

all through the night. I was just

counting the ceiling, praying for

morning to hasten up so I can

buy a fifty naira worth of ‘okpa’

which would hold my stomach

when combined with garium

sulphate (soaked garri).

.

Early the next morning, at about

6:45am, I heard a knock on my

door and I quickly stood up to

answer it. I opened the door and

saw Zubi and Joseph standing

like two preachers from Jehovah

Witness. My thoughts had already

begun to scan through many

negative possibilities why these

guys would pay me this ‘too

early’ visit. Joseph smiled at me

while drawing his chin which

signified all was well.

”Guy, commot for road na make I

collect tissue jor,” Zubi said as he

pushed me out of the way. ”E be

like say you smoke dis morning

shey? You get money to buy

woman malt but you no fit buy

tissue for your nyash,” I fired at

him jokingly. ”Spain, no mind

Zubi o… I bin get enough tissue

yesterday but the guy don finish

am for mastûrbation last night… I

dey fûck my girl for inside room

while Zubi dey toilet dey

mastûrbate from her moans”

Joseph remarked before busting

into sarcastic laughter. ”Idîot, na

style wey you wan use tell Spain

say you don fûck the girl,” Zubi

voiced before walking out on us.

”Guy, you really fûck the girl last

night?” I asked in an attempt to

get him to disclose in details.

”Yes na. How she go chop my

food, drink malt join then sleep

for my house without dropping

sontin?” Joseph replied proudly. I

had wanted to ask him to be a

bit more detailed but something

held me. I instantly felt bad for

his words. It sounded cynical and

sadistic at the same time. Like I

had earlier wrote, am not a

supporter of forced union or

pressured submission. ”Hmmm,

good for you then,” I said

without further attempt to

continue the discussion. We sat

in silence for sometime before he

went back to his apartment. I

visited Joseph’s house later in

the day and that was where and

when I got to know the girl’s

name to be Chinasa (fondly called

Nasa).

.

Their affair continued but not for

too long. After just one week I

began to notice irregular hide

and seek game from Joseph. He

would always run to hide in my

house whenever Chinasa came to

visit. The poor girl would wait for

a long time before going back. I

asked Joseph what all that

pranks was for but he said he

got everything under control. I

resigned to leave him to his

game.

I was sitting with Zubi in front of

my house on the evening of the

ninth day since we went on our

adventure when we heard

someone angrily shouting. I

turned and saw Chinasa

shouting while pacing around

aimlessly. Her friend (Zubi’s girl)

was with her and from the look

of things she was not in any way

trying to pacify her enraged

friend. I called out to them to

come over so we could at least

know what the problem was.

”Nasa, what’s the problem?” I

asked as soon as I knew they

were within a subtle hearing

distance. ”Na your friend

Joseph… He has been running

from me for some days now,”

she answered while code-

switching between English and

pidgin english. ”How Joseph go

dey run from you na?” I asked

further. She stood silent for a

while probably thinking whether

to tell me what the problem was.

She later opened up after it

seemed she had made up her

mind. ”Joseph has been

borrowing money from me since.

Na me he dey borrow money

from to buy all the food wey we

dey chop every time I visit am.

The other day I ask him for the

money he say he will go to bank.

He still collect two hundred naira

for bike money from me. He said

I should wait outside his house

but can you imagine say I no see

am again dat day until I angrily

went back. Me, am not interested

in the relationship again. Wetin I

want na make him give me my

two thousand three hundred

naira make I find my way,”

Chinasa poured out while I

listened attentively. Zubi’s ‘am

not interested’ behaviour

showed he already knew about

this earlier.

”Nasa, just relax. E never reach

that extent. I know say Joseph go

give you the money and una go

make up,” I adviced.

”Makeup gbakwa oku (to hell

with makeup),” Nasa’s friend

chipped in. ”Abeg Spain, where

Joseph go? Nasa asked. I thought

for a while whether to tell her or

not. I concluded if I told her that

Joseph had gone for their

church’s (Winners Chapel)

midweek service, which was the

truth, that she would calm down

and leave knowing it would be

dark before Joseph returned and

considering where she was still

going back to. ”Joseph go

church. In fact, na him dey play

the piano wey you dey hear now.

He go return late in the night so

no need to wait for am. Just go

home I go talk to am when he

return,” I pleaded to her.

”Aah, thank you. E go better say I

go hold am for inside church

before he run again,” Nasa said

and consequently walked

towards the church.

.

”Spain, wetin you just do now?

Na wahala you cause for Joseph

as you dey see am so. You better

go hold that girl before she

disgrace Joseph for church,” Zubi

said in annoyance.

”Chei, wetin I go do now? Na

only boxers and singlet I wear

for here. I no fit dey run around

main road with this thing na.

Abeg God no let kasala burst for

Joseph head where him dey

worship you o,” I prayed while

watching the visibly angry girls

divert towards the church.