==THE STORY THAT HAS NEVER BEEN TOLD== Episode 32 I spent a week and few days in Aba after the easter sunday event. Ironically, I spent most of my free time with Ifeoma who was ignorant of what I had done behind her back. To be candid, I thought my relationship with Bethel would blossom after the encounter but, alas, the opposite was the case. It was as if the sêx was our breakup send-off package. There was this confidence that enveloped me. A sense of maturity. I was now a new person. I even invited Ifeoma to our house the next sunday though she was skeptical at first but she later agreed after I promised her nobody would embarras her. She came in the afternoon of that sunday after we returned from church service. Suprisingly, she was very much given a warmth welcome by my mum while my dad did not show much concern over the situation at that moment. We spent sometime in our house before I took her to my immediate elder sister’s house who lived with her husband few kilometers from ours then. Hmmm, once we got there, it was as if her kids had known Ifeoma for a long time because they freely played with her even the last born that never allowed strangers to carry her felt relaxed in her arms. . We were all chatting in the parlour when little Precious walked up to where we were sitted and then threw the most unexpected question at me. ”Uncle, is Aunt Ifeoma your wife?” Precious asked. The question took me unawares as I had no prepared answer to give. Replying her with an outright ‘NO’ might send a wrong signal to Ifeoma. On the other hand, answering ‘YES’ may also give her a sense of assurance that am going to marry her even when such is not in my agenda, at least, for now. . ”Aunt Ifeoma is not my wife yet. We are still good friends… Oya, go inside and tell your mummy that we are going,” I replied her while employing the last sentence as a tactic aimed at stopping further embarrasing questions from the little girl. We left my sister’s place for Mr. Biggs which is located at Azikiwe by Mosque junction. We spent about two hours there before we finally said goodbyes. . My mum woke me up very early the next morning. She sat beside my bed with this look that meant something is amidst. ”Good morning ma, dis one you woke me up this early. Hope all is well?” I asked a bit confused. ”All is well. I just want to know who that young girl is and your relationship with her” she responded while adjusting into an ‘am all ears’ sitting posture. ”Ifeoma is my girlfriend” I said without mincing words. I think the confidence with which I said those words came to her as a surprise. She must have been anticipating a long defensive story from his supposedly innocent little boy. . ”Your girlfriend? Have you started having girlfriends?” my mum asked what I felt was a very funny question. Although she has seen me with Bethel a few times but she must have thought my relationship with her was platonic. ”Not like I have many girlfriends o… Just that I think it’s better to have someone in Aba than to have one in school who would be distracting me,” I answered wisely. She’s my mum and I know the right answer to give in order to calm her nerves or make her buy into my idea no matter how odd. She’ll rather allow Ifeoma than live with the thought that I’ve got a girlfriend at school where she had little influence over my actions. ”Hmmm, you just have to be careful with her. You people should not do anything that will offend God. Listen I.G Spain, don’t ever promise her marriage o!” She warned while holding her right ear. We talked a little more with her mostly advicing me on the dos and don’ts of life. . .I went back to Enugu the next day since our 1st year second semester exam was fast approaching. Things went back to normal; lectures, intense ‘jacking’, hunger ‘tinz’ et al. There was this restaurant I normally patronized each afternoon whenever am hungry. Then I mostly eat outside even though I may have foodstuffs in my house. . **Don’t get me wrong, I cook very well just that cooking is not my hobby** . The restaurant was been managed by a lady. She’s from Ugboka, a neighbouring village to Agbani. Many young people from neighbouring villages were migrating into Agbani due to the establishment of ESUT permanent site there which also provided an ever increasing economic opportunities. The lady was beginning to pick interest in me. Sometimes she would charge me less and in other times she would stock my meal with assorted ‘gallops’ in the form of meat and fish. Earlier, I had gone to her restaurant pre-easter period to eat as usual. She had brought my order and then sat beside me since the restaurant was empty at that time. . ”Bro, why is it that you dey always dey quiet whenever you come here? The only time you dey talk na when you wan make I bring food for you or when you wan pay me,” she asked me with keen interest. She did observed well. My words were very limited whenever I entered her restaurant. It was an old strategy of mine I normally employ when I need attention especially in an environment where everyone seem to be talking. It has always paid me. ”Nothing o… Na just my nature…” I replied her. ”Hmmm, I think I like this your nature o…” She teased me further. . **If only you know say e don tey wey I dey eye dis your big round nyash** . ”Thank you” I replied while faking innocence. We talked for sometime before we exchanged contacts. She told me her name is Ifeoma. Hmmm, Ifeoma again? What’s wrong with Enugu people and the name Ifeoma? **I’ll refer to her as Ify in this story** From that day we became friends. She did visited me on few occasions though nothing happened mostly because I was still a virgin then so there was no need to start what I may not finish. All these happened months before I lost my virginity. Armed with my new status as an ex-virgin, I invited her to my house a few days after I returned from the eventful easter celebration. She accepted my invitation and promised to visit me on the 28th of April (three days after my birthday). If only I knew I would not have invited her. It was a bad sêxual experience. A visit I may never recover from its shame! . . *Wanna know what happened? Stick around. Full details in the next episode.
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