Donigspain - S01 E60

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Donigspain - S01 E60

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 60

I met Emmanuel waiting for me

at Ibere street by Ngwa road. He

looked all dressed up and ready

for the night. He’s really a cute

guy who carry this ‘can’t hurt a

fly’ physiognomy. He certainly will

be the last person you’ll suspect

if found in a crime scene. We

immediately boarded a taxi and

sped off towards Azikiwe road

via Mosque street. He asked the

driver to make a stop at Azikiwe

by Mosque junction to enable

him make a withdrawal at the

ATM but the driver said he could

not wait and so Emmanuel paid

him off. We entered one of the

banks located at that junction

and right there Emmanuel made

a withdrawal of twelve thousand

naira. ”Wow, so dis guy get dis

kain money to waste in a single

night?” I reasoned with a

bulging eyes while keeping my

thoughts to myself in order not

to spoil the show. I was

prepared to watch him all

through the night. I needed to

know more about him and what

he can do. It will be a night that

will surely decide if the bridge

between us will be destroyed or

not.

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He waved down a ‘keke’ when

he was done with the

withdrawal. He asked the driver

to take us to City Global Hotel (aka

Anaba-Anaba). It was a reigning

hotel at that time and so got

many patronizers. The place was

beaming with activities with a

live band performance. There

were guys with big and shiny

blings seated close to our table

and some of them spoke in

‘janded’ accent (all those I

wanna, gonna tinz) which made

me conclude they must have

returned from ‘away’.

Emmanuel ordered for two

bottles of Heineken while I

requested for a bottle of small

Guinness stout. I purposely

ordered for that in order not to

make him feel bad. At least, my

order will give him the

impression that we are on the

same page and so push him to

act out his mind. While he gulped

his drink, I called Mike and openly

told him my location and who I

was with. It was a calculated

move to make him come to the

knowledge that someone, a third

party, is aware of our outing.

This will make him to cancel any

evil plans he may have conjured

against me. I’ve heard stories of

friends betraying each other for

rituals and I don’t want to make

the statistics.

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I was gently sipping my drink

when he drew my attention to a

group of girls parading aimlessly

on skimpy clothes.

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”Spain, how you see doz babes?”

Emmanuel asked with this evil

smile on his face.

”Hmmm, they’re here to enjoy

themselves na,” I answered

wisely not trying to be the first to

bring up sêxual discussion by

addressing their seductive

appearance.

”Nna dis night no go just waste

like dat o! Man suppose use one

babe shine kongo. How you see

the matter na?” he asked again

in an attempt to discern my

stance on the issue.

”No be lie sha. E for make sense

but as we no come carry our

babes come na, there is nothing

we fit do,” I explained while

giving him the much needed

‘greenlight’ of sharing similar

sêxual urge but with no idea on

how to satisfy it.

”Dat wan no be problem. Doz

gals dem be night-shift

‘workers’, so na to just call

them,” Emmanuel spoke with

some level of satisfaction.

He waved to the girls and one of

them immediately marched to

our table. He asked her if she

was already hooked up but she

said not yet. Emmanuel also

inquired if she can arrange one

of her friends for me as well and

the girl answered in the

affirmative. They bargained for a

price and finally settled at three

thousand and five hundred naira

each for the night. She got up

and walked back to her friends,

spoke with them for a while and

then walked back to our table

with one other girl. All these

while I was just reasoning many

things in my mind. How this

seemingly innocent guy is

displaying such unimaginable

trait. How on earth did I not pick

this latent sick character all these

while I’ve known him.

I was still in thoughts when he

interrupted with the words ”Guy

abeg drink make we carry diz

babes go find hotel,” and so I

quickly gulped my drink to half

empty, stood up and told him

that we are good to go. We left

City Global around 10pm and

walked to Okigwe road where

we found a hotel that collected

two thousand and five hundred

naira per room for the night. He

paid for two rooms and handed

me the keys to one of them. The

attendants handed us some

toiletries. I had already secretly

collected the money meant to pay

my own ‘runs girl’ as soon as we

left City Global. I’ve heard

numerous stories of how these

queen of the night embarrassed

their male customers who failed

to meet up with the agreed fee

and so I don’t want to be a

victim. From the little I’ve

witnessed so far I no longer have

an iota of trust on Emmanuel.

The guy might decide to run

away in the morning leaving me

to be dealt with by an angry

ashawô – Aba brand for that

matter.

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We climbed the stairs to our

rooms which were perfectly

opposite the other. With shaky

hands I unlocked my room while

the babe followed behind almost

immediately.