Donigspain - S01 E70

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Donigspain - S01 E70

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 70

The direct nature of the question

had left her in awe with a

dropped jaw. All she did in the

few seconds after I dropped the

bombshell was to gasp with a

bulging eyes and a mouth open

in shock. I would have naturally

apologized if I had not this

unexplainable strong conviction

over my allegation.

“Who told you that?” Commy

asked after she regained her

composure.

“That’s not necessary. The

important thing is for you to tell

me why you chose such lifestyle,”

I pressed on not trying to give

her the impression that I was

talking from mere assumption.

I believe the seriousness and the

strong show of conviction at

which I presented my assertion

must have given her the

impression that I have strong

evidence to back up my claims

and as such there won’t be any

need to drag issues with me in

order not to infuriate me and so

make me disclose her secret to

third parties. So she willingly

narrated to me how she got

herself involved in such illegal

practice. As common with most

students in same-sex secondary

schools across the country, the

practice of having strong

emotional and sometimes

romantic affection to one in the

same sex group is an ‘acceptable’

form of relationship in these

schools. The tradition of having a

school ‘mother’ and ‘daughter’ as

the case may be also helped to

promote this ungodly practice.

.

Commy was a victim of such

scenario presented above. Not

long after she was transferred to

Ulasi Girls Secondary School Aba

from another school in the rural

area where she was formerly

living with her uncle had ‘suitors’

began showing interests in

having her as either a school

‘daughter’ or ‘lover’.

She said she tried her possible

best not to give in to their

advances but when the pressure

became too much for her she

was left with no option than to

swim with the tide. What started

as a harmless relationship later

degenerated into a shameful

affair. A certain classmate of hers

which happened to live a few

blocks to my house was also

indicted in the unholy practice.

She had written series of love

letters to Commy seeking she

became her ‘lover’ as they called

it. Commy, who was yet to get a

wholesome grasp of the

direction of the letters, had

ignorantly accepted believing it

was just an innocent interest in

building a harmless friendship

which would help their

educational pursuit. But she

began noticing unnecessary

show of jealousy from this friend

of hers whenever she saw her

discussing with any other girl in

the school. This continued until

the day this friend invited her to

her house for what was

supposed to be a joint effort in

studying for their upcoming

examination. One thing led to the

other and they found themselves

kissing and romancing each

other. That marked a new

dimension in their relationship

as told by Commy.

.

‘Nawao! Na wetin dis grils dem

dey do for we back be dis?’ I

questioned myself as she

finished narrating her

experience to me. The revelation

left me wondering whether my

cousins who are in some of

these girls only schools are

involved in this type of lifestyle.

‘No wahala, I go begin to dey

monitor dem from today,’ I

decided.

It’s true that Commy and her

‘friend’ had taking the

relationship a bit too far by

experimenting with their bodies

but I instantly believed it will be

over exaggeration to tag them as

lesbians. These were young girls

who due to hormonal changes

brought about by puberty and

the limited male presence in their

lives had led them to improvise

using species of their kind as

laboratory rats in their want to

understand and/or satisfy the

burning desires. The best thing

they needed at that time was a

mentor figure if they are to be

stopped from graduating into full

lesbians. Someone who will help

reorder their steps from that

path of shame and self-destruct.

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“Why don’t you stop this

practice?” I asked Commy who

was already hiding her face in

shame from the exposition.

“I have tried many times but I

keep going back especially when

the feelings to be touched came,”

she had submitted.

“I would’ve helped if not that you

are still too young. I know what I

would have done in this situation

but it’s not possible since you’re

not up to 18 years old and my

policy is that I can’t do anything

with someone who is not up to

18 years,” I had regretfully

explained.

.

Unfortunately, she had gotten a

glimpse of where I was driving

at and so in order not to lose my

presence in her life had decided

to do any possible thing to keep

this young undergraduate to

herself even if it meant her living

a lie.

“I am 18 years. Last September

made me 18. I’m still in SS3

because of the change of school

which affected me,” she had lied

and I unknowingly swallowed it

hook, line and sinker.

We spoke for a few more

minutes before I told her I’ll be

leaving since it was already

getting late. She had fidgeted

seductively as I made to leave. A

message I read to mean she

needed more than just the hug I

had given her.

“Commy, it’s not in my behavior

to publicly f0ndle my lady but I

promise to give you a kiss when

next we meet on the 25th,” I had

told her. I needed to make her

understand why I did not ‘press

her bobbi or nyash’ like most

guys will do even though we

were shielded by darkness

(remember the Mr. Nice Guy

approach). I also used the

opportunity to pass a message to

her that she should expect more

than just a hug during our next

meeting. It is a way of notifying a

girl about your romantic interest

in her as against the planned

date. If she does show up on

that day then you know she is

also romantically interested in

you but if she doesn’t then it’s a

better way to know that she is

not interested than to be

embarrassed with insults in your

attempt to go all romantic on her.

I knew we were going to be in a

more homely and responsible

setting the next time we would

be meeting since I now believed

she was up to age. I left her that

evening with a plan to reorder

her steps. I decided that I am

going to play the part of both a

mentor and a boyfriend.

Playing

a mentor meant providing her

with the necessary advisory

services while playing the

boyfriend required filling the bio-

sociologically induced sekxual

vacuum which I believed would

see her withdraw from the

wrong earlier sekxual orientation

since her needs are met

elsewhere and even in a better

experience.

And so this decision saw me play

the uncertified role of a rehab

therapist. A decision I may likely

get to regret in the future.