Donigspain - S01 E47

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Donigspain - S01 E47

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 47

With the thought of Nasa’s

scheduled visit occupying much

of my mind I quickly packed up

my travelling bag in readiness for

tomorrow’s journey back to

school. I informed my parents of

my proposed departure in the

night just after we had finished

dinner. Mum was not happy with

the development. She complained

that we were yet to have a mum-

son moment since I returned. I

promised her I would return as

soon as we closed for the

semester or whenever I have less

work in school. My explanation

still did not stop her from talking

me late into the night as we

discussed over countless issues

both the important, the less

important, the funny, and then

the outrightly ridiculous. She

seemed to always need me by

her side at all times. I still

remember how she escorted me

to the park during the first time I

was travelling to Enugu for my

university education. She had

prepared a very delicious

‘gallopy’ (full of chewables) soup

which she emptied into a mini

‘cooler’ for me. She paid for the

fare, secured a comfortable sit

for me, helped arrange my

luggage and even went to plead

with the driver not to drive

recklessly. Her actions attracted

the attention of other

passengers who laughed at our

drama. One passenger had to ask

her if I was the only child.

Though I was really shy, maybe a

bit embarrassed, but she’s my

sweet mum and I love her.

.

I arrived Agbani, Enugu state,

few minutes past noon and

immediately called Nasa.

.

”Hello Nasa, how’re you and

how’s your day going?” I began.

”Haaa Spain, am fine o and my

day is ok. Have you returned?”

Nasa inquired with a little

urgency in her voice.

”Mmmn, yea… I came back about

two hours ago,” I lied. A lie told

to pass a message of ‘am not too

anxious to meet you’.

.

Girls usually begin their

unnecessay ‘inyanga’ once they

sense anxiousness in guys. Never

give a girl the room to suspect

the motives behind your interest

in her. To my guys, learn how to

manage your emotions especially

during the wooing period.

.

”Since two hours ago! And you

didn’t bother to even call me

then,” she screamed before her

voice dropped as she made the

last sentence.

”Not my fault na. I was so tired

and hungry when I returned and

besides my phone battery was

flat. Na just now dey bring light

abi you no see am?” I explained

with another lie while holding

unto the excuse that electricity

was just restored a while ago: an

information I got from a

neighbour as soon as I alighted

from the bus in front of my

house.

”Ok na, no probs. So, can I come

now?” she asked.

”If you think you can still make

it,” I replied with an open offer

which hid my delight to her

request.

”I will be in you house in the

next one hour. Keep something

for me o,” Nasa concluded in a

happy tone.

We bid each other goodbye and

then prepared for the meeting.

The room needed only little

‘dressing’ as Uche already

arranged it before travelling for

the weekend hustle. So I used

the little time to ‘warm’ my soup

which mum had prepared early

in the morning for me to travel

with, ate to my fill and then took

my bath.

.

Nasa came just as she had

promised but, unfortunately, she

came with two other friends of

hers – Zubi’s girl and another

dark complexioned pretty girl I

later got to know as Ifeoma (I’ll

refer to her as Ifyblack). I was

really disappointed with the

development. ”Why would she

come with not just one but two

other girls when she made me

believe it was going to be only

her?” I angrily questioned

within.

I offered them sits when they

came but Nasa chose to sit with

me on the bed. She told her

friends to relax and feel free. She

was even making it to look like

they had accompanied her to her

long-term boyfriend’s house. One

of the things I like about Nasa is

her extrovertism. She practically

made sure her friends were

comfortable. She went to my

movie catalogue, selected a nice

Nollywood movie and then

inserted it to play. I was still

quietly sitting on my bed as I

watched the unfolding events. I

was kind of shy since I was the

only guy in the midst of three

pretty girls. As the movie played,

Nasa came and lay on the bed

with her head resting on my

stretched leg. I brought my right

hand to her head and gently

stroked her beautiful braids

while my left hand which rested

on her chest carefully caressed

her neck region.

”Ladies, what do you care for?” I

asked after about ten minutes

had passed.

”Yes o, wetin una wan make we

bring? Make una leave film talk

o,” Nasa chipped in surprisingly.

”Wetin una cook today? Abeg, I

wan chop whatever food una

cook,” Ifyblack answered.

”Me too. I don taya for that

hostel food. Abeg, wetin dey

house?” Zubi’s girl agreement to

Ifyblack’s suggestion. The girls’

replies came to me as a shock.

Not because of their choice of

entertainment but because of the

manner with which they

presented their requests making

it appear as if something had

been going on between Nasa

and I.

”What do I care kwanu? Dis

people dey even make the job

easier for me sef,” I happily

concluded.

”Ok ladies, we’ll be back,” I

openly said before helping Nasa

to her feet but as we made to

leave the room she playfully gave

Zubi’s girl a pat on the back

while she returned her gesture

with a wink and they both

laughed. Hmmm, what are these

girls up to?

.

”Nasa, I don’t know whether

your friends serious say dey wan

eat wetin I cook o. But I get

enough soup and garri for here,”

I said as soon as we got to the

kitchen.

”Yes na, dem serious o. Wey the

food make I prepare am?” Nasa

answered with much eagerness.

”I don warm the soup already.

Na just eba remain. See garri, see

kettle, na water dey dat bucket,

check plate for that basket. I dey

come now now make I collect

something from Eke,” I explained

before I rushed out. I needed to

collect room key from Iyk (my

landlord’s son) so I can take Nasa

there for a private meeting when

her her friends would be busy

eating in my room.

Luckily, I met Iyk on sit in his

workplace. Then he was doing

phone repairs for people while

still waiting for his name to be

published in the NYSC list.

”Good afternoon Oga Iyk, how

work na?” I asked immediately I

walked into his shop.

”Aah nwokem, how far? Dis one

you came by this time wetin

happen?” Iyk answered while

still focused on replacing the

faulty mouthpiece of nokia

phone he was working on.

”Abeg, I get runs wey I wan

arrange for your room. I for do

am for my own room but the

babe show with two of her

friends. Anyways dat wan no

matter as I dey plan to arrange

one of her friends for you as you

be my oga,” I said while

employing Law 13 (When Asking

for Help, Appeal to People’s Self-

Interest, Never to their Mercy or

Gratitude) of the famous 48

LAWS OF POWER.

”Spain, make sure the babe fine

o. You know my type na,” Iyk

said while handing over the key

to his room to me.

”You no get wahala. The babe

make sense die. Oya na, later

tinz,” I said before dashing out

of his shop with the speed of

light. I stopped by a pharmacy

shop where I bought a pack of

Gold Circle condom in

preparation for any eventuality.

With an optimistic mindset I

waltzed home.