Donigspain - S01 E69

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Donigspain - S01 E69

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 69

I called her in the evening of

Saturday with the good news of

my supposed return. I could feel

the excitement in her tone as we

discussed about our scheduled

meeting. She requested I come to

70 Aja Road which also

happened to be a cross junction.

I’ve got relations living around

there who I would not like to see

me and thus I asked her if we

can meet somewhere else. We

finally agreed to meet at another

cross junction before 70 Aja

Road.

Mike branched at my house while

returning from his base at

Portharcourt. We stayed for a

while in my place before I

followed him to theirs. His father

was there to remind me of how I

do not visit them except when

my friend is around. He is a great

spiritualist of Christian brand

who has fared well in his chosen

area. Mike’s two sisters were also

around. I see them more as my

sisters due to the close ties our

families have enjoyed over the

years. So make una no think sey I

get any bad plan for them o! I

had my dinner in their house

before I finally took my leave.

.

After church the next day I called

Comfort to inform her I would be

at the agreed rendezvous by

4pm and I won’t like to be kept

waiting at all. The truth is that I

was not all that enthusiastic in

meeting with her. I only wanted

to see her and then come back to

those guys with a perfect

description of her physical

features which I believed will

surprise them thereby making

them realize the mistake they

had made by taking me for

granted. That I chose to always

play ‘away’ matches does not in

any way entail that I’m of weak

mind. I sure know why I keep to

myself in my neighbourhood. I

prefer being involved in a

scandal outside my

neighbourhood where a few

persons know me which also

means less multiplier effect. This

practice has guaranteed I

maintained the good guy image I

still enjoyed in my

neighbourhood till date. I doubt

anybody will have any bad thing

to say about me. All you will get

when you inquire of my

personality will be an ‘eyah that

quiet, humble, decent guy who

doesn’t like trouble at all’. That is

the image I’ve over the years

earned for myself in my

neighbourhood.

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At exactly 4pm I wore a milk-

colour short-sleeved shirt on a

black plain trouser with a well

polished black leather slip-on

footwear and then left for the

meeting. I chose the casual wear

since I had it not in my mind to

impress her. I was just going

there to fulfill all righteousness

and to also prove myself to those

guys. I met one the guys on my

way and I pleaded with him to

accompany me to see someone

at Aja road. He agreed to follow

me since the place is not far from

our area. I never disclosed to him

my mission. My revealing to him

will depend on the outcome of

the meeting. We got to the

junction and took a position

under the umbrella of a recharge

card vendor. I had bought a

hundred naira call unit from her.

“Hello, am there now,” I said as

soon as she picked up the call.

“Ok, am coming. Just give me

some time,” she replied.

“Don’t keep me waiting please,” I

advised before ending the call.

.

The guy I went with had

overheard the discussion and so

he asked who I was with on the

phone. I told her it’s just a friend

I had come to visit and that we

will be leaving as soon as

possible. As we were waiting for

her I kept scanning round the

area guessing which girl that

passed would be her. I would

always believe any approaching

beautiful girl to be her. The ugly

ones I did rejected with my mind.

‘God forbid; I reject it; I rebuke

you’ were the words I spoke in

my mind whenever I saw an ugly

girl coming our way. But the

pretty ones I would smile at even

from a mile. After about ten

minutes I saw a young girl

walking towards our direction.

She was not in the age bracket I

had envisaged and so I

concluded she may have come to

buy recharge card for any of her

elders. It was not until she got

very close to me and then smiled

that I immediately reasoned she

is the person I had come to see.

“Comfort?” I asked with a smile

while she shyly nodded.

Commy as I fondly call her is a

fair complexioned pretty girl with

a killing pointed nose. Her

naturally well lined dark

eyebrows gave her fair face a

beautiful sight to behold. Broad

shoulders, long tender neck and

an enchanting feminine

sideburns which became

pronounced due to the carving

of her well shaved low cut which

I noticed to have been permed a

little for the occasion. She was

putting on a spaghetti-hand

gown. One word to describe her

countenance that afternoon

would be ‘innocence’. She was

just too young and I also noticed

she was intimidated by my

figure.

We talked over trivial issues as

we walked along the sandy Aja

Road. She later showed me their

house. We spent little time as she

said she was helping her mum

out in the kitchen but took

permission to come and see me.

We scheduled to meet again on

the 23rd of December. There was

this ‘unusualness’ about her aura

that I could not figure out within

that short time I spent with her. I

am very introspective. I tend to

concentrate more on body

language than verbal

communication and this practice

has helped me a lot in my

dealings with people. So I made

up my mind to better understand

this ‘unusualness’ during our

next meeting. I told the guy that

accompanied me who Comfort

really was on our way back home

after she had left. He was very

surprised. He never believed I

could pull such feat over this

short time. He promised to

spread the good news to the rest

of the guys.

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I went to their house in the

evening of the 23rd. She was

already waiting for me at the

front of their house by the time I

arrived. It was dangerous

discussing with her right in the

front of their house and so we

left for the adjacent street. I had

keenly observed her unspoken

body language as we had talked

for close twenty minutes. That’s

it! I had been able to solve the

puzzle. There was no more time

to wait.

“Comfort, you are a lesbian,” I

dropped with all seriousness.