Donigspain - S01 E76

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Donigspain - S01 E76

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 76

The burial of my grandma was

fixed on Friday 26th of March,

2010. Consequently, I began

planning on how to journey to

my village from school. Even

though our exams were fast

approaching and demands much

attention from me I felt my

presence at the burial would be

the last and ultimate respect

deserving of a loving grandma

who had my name on her lips as

she drew her last breath. It was

on the week of her supposed

burial that the realities of her

departure became real to me. It

was at that point I began to

understand the significance of

death. ”So I won’t get to see my

grandma again for life after her

burial?” the thought kept ringing

in my head. It did tried to weigh

me down but I quickly

readjusted my mind. Allowing

depression to take hold of me at

this period might be detrimental

to my academics. As a personal

way of fighting depression I

quickly reached for my phone,

scrolled down through the

contacts and located ”Ifeoma”.

She picked the call at first ring. I

had wanted to invite her for a

day or two. I know her presence,

not necessarily her actions, will

help uplift my spirit. Yes, Ifeoma

is not really much of a lively

personality. She is always calm

and reserved whenever she

came around and that made me

to conclude her to be an

introvert. Even though I like her

introvert nature but I still wished

she was a little more lively. I am

an introvert who enjoys solitude

and having a partner who shares

same character certainly will

make the relationship unlively,

boring, unexciting,

unadventurous and finally

uninteresting.

During the course of the call she

told me of her proposed visit to

Enugu the coming week. I

pleaded with her to make it

within the present week. I even

asked her to accompany me to

my gandma’s burial in the village.

I never was serious with the

‘travel with me’ request. I only

said it with little seriousness in

my heart. I had wanted to make

her feel her importance in my life

by pretending to want to take

her along with me to the burial

where I’m certain many relations,

friends, church members and

even our pastor will be present.

Such offer, even though most

girls of her age will turn it down,

certainly will pass a message of

importance to the girl. For him to

invite you to such event and

knowing the magnitude of

expected guests and possible

consequences of such action are

sure proof that you mean so

much to him. Ain’t it so my

ladies?

After a few seconds of silence,

surprisingly, Ifeoma agreed to

follow me home to a journey that

will most likely have us spend 3

or 4 days in the village.

.

”I think you will need me this

period. At least, I will stand with

a handkerchief by your side to

help dry your tears whenever

you cry,” Ifeoma joked.

”It will also be an opportunity for

me to know your people and

your village,” she continued.

”Wait a sec, ‘know my people?’…

E be like this babe don dey

package herself unto my future

wife level,” I reasoned. There’s

absolutely nothing wrong in me

marrying Ifeoma but I most

certainly won’t want her placing

all her hopes on me believing

that she’s already my chosen

wife. Even though I have it at

heart to marry you if it works out

I still won’t promise you

marriage when it’s yet to work

out and so won’t like to be

hoped upon. ‘Work out’ as

highlighted above entails all but

not limited to my readiness and

willingness to get married at that

time, our emotional,

psychological, biochemical and

sekxual compatibilty et cetera.

”Errm, okay, no problem if you

think you can make it,” I replied

her with much uncertainty in my

tone.

”We will travel on thursday and

return on sunday,” I told her

believing the length of days will

scare her away.

”Okay na… in that case I will

come to my aunty’s place in

Enugu on wednesday before

coming to your house on

thurday morning,” Ifeoma

concluded.

.

”Chei, na so I use my own mouth

carry put myself for wahala be

dis? Dem talk say my grandma

die and I wan carry woman go

her burial. Wetin people go even

think of me self? And na only 5k

dey my hand both home (pocket)

and abroad (bank),” I mourned

not for my dead grandma but for

myself.