Donigspain - S01 E74

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Donigspain - S01 E74

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 74

Uche came into the room after

Blessing had left. He met me lying

on the bare floor like a lynched

criminal. He walked past me,

lowered the volume of the

television set, sat down on one

of the two plastic stools he came

in with and watched me with his

arms folded across his chest.

.

”Guy na wetin na? Why you dey

look me like say I thief your

boxers?” I managed to ask him

when it was obvious whatever

he had wanted to say was not

forthcoming.

”Hmmm, nawao,” Uche said

while shaking his head.

”Where did you pick that ekpo

from?” he continued. I could see

some expression of

bewilderment on his face. ‘Ekpo’

is an Igbo word which literally

translates to masquerade. I had

always informed him whenever I

made a new catch and he also

did same when he had interest

in someone even though he may

not get to execute the project to

completion.

”Nwanne, na dat babe we bin

meet for Iykeman shop,” I

managed to respond while

dragging myself up from the

floor to the bed.

”Which girl be dat?” he said

rhetorically as he dug deep into

his memory.

”Wait o! No tell me say na dat

babe wey we see her back dat

day,” he shouted while I simply

nodded weakly. His laughter was

all over the place. He laughed so

hard that he choked from his

own amusement. I need not to

be told the reason behind the

laughter. With my last strength I

narrated to him all that I had

passed through in the hands of

Blessing. He had a field day

laughing while I sometimes

dramatized the events of my

encounter. I pleaded with him

not to disclose this to any of our

friends especially Zubi and Piwo.

I told Uche that would be the last

time I would invite her or so I

thought. It would automatically

mean a social suicide if those

two learnt of it. They would stop

at nothing with their taunts until

I gave up and drank rat poison.

Piwo is even the more deadly

among the two. His theatrical

prowess especially when it

comes to decribing a funny or

embarrassing situation is classic.

He sure would make everyone

listening cry rivers of laughter

provoked tears while the victim

will be left in a pathetic

condition. Piwo’s scorn is a

death sentence and that was

why I took enough time and

humbleness pleading with Uche

to keep sealed of this experience.

He did kept the secret but not for

too long.

.

My relationship with the girls

continued. Nasa was my booty-

call number one; she would

always rush down to Agbani

whenever any of us felt a sekxual

need for the other. She never

demanded anything else from

me aside sekx. She played the

game every sekxually active guy

would love to be part of –

enjoying sekxual pleasure with

no commitment.

.

Blessing aka ‘ekpo’ was also

there. She had visited more than

six times since our first

encounter a few weeks ago;

blame it on ‘konji’. I made sure

she always came whenever Uche

travelled out of Agbani. I was so

Hot a certain night that I needed

someone, in fact anyone female

and matured, to offload my load.

I had scrolled down my phone

contact list, found her number

and gave her a call. She came and

we did our thing. She had

managed to sleep over twice

already but always left at first

light. I always hid my head inside

the pillow when it was time for

us to sleep just to avoid the

unwanted from happening since

she had refused my advice to

deforest and lumber the

mangrove forest in her armpit.

She whined how she disliked

shaving her armpit hair saying it

made her feel ‘somehow’.

*wetin concern agbero with

overload? My own na to chop,

clean mouth and wait for the

next time go dey hungry*

Meanwhile, I made sure she only

visited in the night when noone

could see her face clearly. There

was never a time she came

during the day throughout the

course of our fuc’kery. She was

the booty-call number two.

.

On the other hand, Commy was

beginning to make her way into

my heart. She dominated a large

percentage of my ear-time. I

spent hours on the phone with

her everyday especially during

the MTN free call periods

spanning 12:30am through

4:30am. I had officially made her

my girlfriend number two. Her

joy new no bounds as she prided

with me to her friends.

*E no easy to get guy wey dey

school na, hahahaha*

Unknown to her, it was part of

my plans to re-orientate her.

Commy had complained that her

‘friend’ was becoming more

jealous and bitter each passing

day because she hardly gave her

the ‘attention’ she wanted. I was

doing a good job

reprogramming Commy’s

corrupted orientation. She

should be alright in a few

months and then I will gradually

withdraw to allow a geniune guy

entrance into her heart. She was

making significant progress in

the psychological part and

romance part of the project but

unknown to me she was getting

deeper and more deeper into

me. She had gone too emotional

with me to the extent of idolizing

me as her ‘Hero’. A little dispute

between us always ends in tears

and hunger strike. She had totally

surrendered her being to me and

that was making me

uncomfortable. It was more than

what I had bargained. I believed

time will settle everything.