THE STORY THAT HAS NEVER BEEN TOLD Episode 46: #Admin_Darlington We got to my sister’s house about 20mins later and I was almost pushed down by her children who rushed to embrace me with shouts of ”Uncle! Uncle!! Uncle!!!” The actions of the little angels re- echoed the all important role which was expected of me with regards to my position in the family. I lifted the youngest up and placed her on my shoulder. She was a little cutie and sure do know. We walked into their sitting room and made ourselves comfortable on the cushion. ”Where is your mummy?” I asked . ”My mummy is in the kishin. She cooked fraayid rishe and sayad,” Nkeiru, the little cutie answered in a funny undeveloped speech A few minutes later she walked in with a tray of assorted dishes which she carefully arranged on the dining. ”Good day ma!” Ifeoma greeted while standing up from her sit as a sign of respect. ”Ehee fine girl, how’re you?” my sister answered. ”Am fine ma,” Ifeoma replied while still standing. ”That’s good. Spain, come over with your friend to the table. Lets eat before the food gets cold,” my sister beckoned with a hand gesture. . We took our sit opposite each other. Ifeoma gave me a look which I understood to mean ”Should I?” and I equally blinked twice with a faint nod which she received to be an approval. Ifeoma gently opened the friedrice-filled glass dining pot, dished moderate portions into our plates while I filled our glasses with the fruit juice my sister had brought from the refrigerator. We ate our meal in silence except for a little drama that took place when ‘baby’, the little cutie, walked up to me and asked to the hearing of everyone ”Uncle, is aunty your wife? Ehh?”. The question threw me off balance as I never expected it and knowing that ‘baby’ will not relent in repeating the question until I replied her, I decided to give her my answer. ”Baby, she is my friend ok,” I answered. She made an ‘am not satisfied’ face and just before she could ask another question her mum ordered her to let us be while reminding her of the ‘no talking on dining’ table manners. . Ifeoma arranged the table when we finished eating and then thanked my sister. ”Bia nne oma, kee kwanu ihe ana akpo gi?” my sister asked Ifeoma in Igbo language which translates to ”Hi fine girl, what’s your name?”. ”Afam bu Ifeoma ” Ifeoma answered. ”Where are you from?” my sister continued with what seemed like an interview session. ”Am from Akpugo in Enugu state,” Ifeoma replied ”Ok, you’re welcome! Feel free, you hear” my sister said jovialy. I went into a deep discussion with my sister and at a point I even forgot I came with someone. We were so engrossed in our discussion that we did not notice the happenings around us. Typically, ‘baby’ would have been a hell of a problem. She would have disturbed us to craziness but for the presence of Ifeoma whom she found quite lively and friendly. My sister gave me a sign to look at what is happening around us. I looked and saw my sister’s children had surrounded Ifeoma with ‘baby’ sitting on her laps and picking at her hair as she played with them. ”Who is she to you?” my sister asked ”She’s my girlfriend,” I confidently told her. She nodded before saying ”I think she’s a nice girl. But you still have to be careful.” We stayed a while more before I thanked my sister and then left with Ifeoma with shouts of ”Aunty Ifeoma bye bye, come back again o” thundering from the kids. . We chatted, played and laughed as we walked along the road hand in hand. I can see Ifeoma needed more than just for us to be together at that moment. Her eyes carried a stronger desire for some romantic touches from the master himself. Same feelings were shared by me but there was no place I could take us to – not my fathers house. For personal reasons, I’ve always avoided having any intimate relations with a girl under the same roof my dad sleeps.I see it as disrespectful; I couldn’t also take her to a guest house as I also counted it as demeaning to her position in my life. Annoying fûcking personal righteousness abi? Lol… Anyways, I explained the present situation to her and surprisingly, she understood everything and even said she respects me more for taking such stance. We got to a point where we had to say goodbyes, I hugged her and also slipped in a few currency notes into her purse. ”I’ll miss you dear,” she said with a teary eyes. ”I’ll miss you too,” I replied with an itchy lips that yearned for a kiss. We disengaged from each other My phone rang while I was still on the bike. I looked at it and saw it was Nasa that was calling. ”Hello, hello, Spain can you hear me? Am in Agbani now, where are you?” Nasa’s voice sounded from the other end. The noise from the moving bike and other vehicles on traffic posed a problem to our conversation, Chai am not in Agbani nw but i will return 2moro ,, i should, ok then i will com bak on friday , keep somefin 4 me, Nasa said b4 ending d call ... Drop ur Cments Mmm guess what??
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 16:49:37 +0000
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