Donigspain - S01 E78

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Donigspain - S01 E78

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 78

We got to Abia Line Park at

Agbani road, Enugu, where we

opted to board a Peugeot car as

against the conventional bus

even though the price was quite

higher. We needed to get home

as soon as possile since it was

also that day that my

grandmum’s corpse would be

brought home for burial the next

day. Not long the car got filled up

and we left. There were just four

passengers; a guy at the front, a

lady plus Ifeoma and I at the

back.

It was an interesting journey as

Ifeoma clung onto me like we

were newly married couple. I

could see the other people in the

car stealing glances at us. The

driver was watching us every

now and then through the car’s

rear-view mirror. I wondered

what must be going through his

mind. That was his business. I

crossed my hand over Ifeoma’s

neck while she rested her body

on my chest. After about an hour

and forty-five minutes we got to

Umuahia. I’ve never travelled to

the village through that route

(Enugu-Umuahia-Village). I

always travelled to the village

from Aba which is a one-way

journey. So I called my dad for

directions. We located Ozuakoli

Road (Umuahia) where we

boarded a bus to my community.

Fourty minutes later we arrived

at our community. The driver had

refused to take us directly to our

village because we were the only

passengers left. He returned

some money back to us which

we used in boarding a

commercial bike together. We

met the hearse at the entrance of

my village. It happened they were

also arriving at that time. A

procession was on. People can

be seen crying while others were

visibly in grief. The noise from

our bikeman’s exhaust pipe had

attracted many eyes to us. The

look on their faces conveyed

what I interpreted to mean ”Yes,

this is the son of Eze Onye Mara

Ihe Ga-Ese Okwu but who is that

young girl with him?”

”Na him sister abi he carry

woman come him grandmama

burial?”

”Anyways, na una problem be

dat,” I thought as we rode past

them to my family compound.

Truth be told, I did entertained

some fears as we approached

my compound. My dad was yet to

know I was coming with a girl. It

was my mum and immediate

elder sister that had the

knowledge. We arrived my

compound and I wasted no time

in leading her into my room.

People saw when we arrived but

they did not pay much attention

since they were all in a haste to

go and join the procession.

”Welcome to my home” I said to

Ifeoma as we got into my room. I

noticed she was not really

comfortable. She looked tensed

and uneasy. Her eyes had gone

deep into their sockets. I

reasoned she must be asking

herself how she had managed to

make such trip with me. The

wool over her eyes must have

fallen off and so she now

realised the magnitude of her

decision to travel with me. First,

what if I ‘m a ritualist and had

deceived her into following me?

What if my village is hostile to

strangers? What if my family,

parents or specifically, my dad,

finds her unworthy and a bad

influence to their only son who

was sent to school to study and

become a better person rather

than getting entangled with a

girl.

Soon, very soon she’ll find the

answers to all her questions.