Donigspain - S01 E83

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Donigspain - S01 E83

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 83

Ifeoma left early the next day but

not without a temporary

goodbye sex. She also made sure

to warm the remaining porridge

yam and dish some of it for me

in the food flask before she left. I

really can’t recall how much I

gave her but I’m very sure it was

not more than five hundred

naira. I know what you guys may

be thinking. Nah, I’m not stingy;

far from it. To be candid, I always

felt ashamed when I’m about to

squeeze those denominations

into her hands. The truth is, I

gave according to what I have. If

I had more I would’ve given her

more but I’m only a student who

lives off his parents. Unlike some

other students, my allowance

was not fixed neither was it

steady. It was also not near

comfortable. It was only enough

to keep me breathing.

Sometimes, I would receive four

thousand naira for a month.

Other times I received a bank

credit alert of five hundred naira

(lol, smh). I survived on it and

also from a freelancer computer

repair work I did for cyber cafés

within Agbani.

.

Things had nose-dived after my

dad had an accident in 2007

(same year I gained admission).

Nobody believed he would make

it out alive – at least not after he

went under the knife for the fifth

time which happened to be a live

surgery (performed without

administering anaesthetic

injection). His stomach was

literally being cut while he was

fully awake and conscious. The

accident affected his spinal cord

and so the doctors had to tread

carefully in order not to further

complicate the fragile situation

which could mean a permanent

paralysis. He actually was passing

urine through the help of a

“caretaker” (a piped bag link to

the bladder via the stomach).

Before the fifth corrective

surgery, the anaesthetist had

advised against administering

the injection unless if we want

him paralysed and so he had to

be belted on the surgery bed

while the doctors performed the

operation. My dad wailed like a

baby. The whole hospital ward

was agog with his cries. Imagine

being chained to a bed while

your stomach is cut open, hands

going in and out, some internal

parts continuously being cut and

subsequently stitches with

needle.