“…I met Mma at a shop where I went to buy handkerchief that early morning.
I had just arrived at the park and taken a sit, being the first person to come. I noticed that I had forgotten my handkerchief at home, and it would be a really long journey, so I needed to get one.
I didn’t know Mma was also a prospective Corp member. As I was waiting for the woman to get my change, Mma walked in, asking to buy some provisions.
She was facially beautiful but her upper Chambers announced her loudly before her facial beauty could be noticed.
For about 3 seconds, I lost focus with my eyes moving between the upper Chambers and the pretty face. I was like that until the madam touched me with the money, then I hurriedly left, hoping that one has been put behind me.
I was then surprised when 30 minutes later, I looked up and saw someone writing her details on the manifest. It was the same girl I had met at the provision store.
“Is anyone here?” She asked, pointing at the single separate seat usually positioned to the right by the entrance of Peace Mass Transit bus.
I looked up and saw her bucket and other luggage that suggested she was heading to camp as well. I quickly answered no, trying to make sure I don’t get caught staring at those watermelons.
She smiled, showing that she caught me struggling to avoid looking at her chest.
She sat down and it was just the two of us for the next 2 hours. We were both minding our phones.
Then three people came at once and we felt like the bus was going to be filled soon, but we had to wait for more than extra 2 hours.
The three people dozed off and it was just the two of us, waiting for someone to break the ice.
It was then that I realized that I haven’t really toasted any girl before. My plan to toast Damzy was botched by those girls that exposed my poem at the lesson center.
Then Amaka’s case was just a case of having chemistry and letting things for.
So even if I am to toast this girl, I don’t know how to.
After a while, she finally broke the ice by asking me if I was going to camp. I nodded, trying not to look at her.
“My name is Chidimma, simply called Mma. I am also going to camp. What about you?” She asked.
“My name is Duke”, I replied. After a while, she asked me if I am the shy type.
That statement was enough to jolt me back to life. It’s like this girl does not know that I am Duke Oil and Gas.
From trying to prove that I wasn’t shy, we got so deeply into our conversation that a passerby would think we had known each other for years.
When the driver announced that the bus won’t be filled, it then meant that we could share the same seat.
Not only do I have to look at the watermelons from close range, she rested her head on my laps at intervals.
And so the journey to Gombe began with some sprinkle of sweetness…
DUKE THE NIGERIAN
(SERVING MY FATHERLAND, Season 4; Episode 4) was brought to you by Ugwuagbo Emmanuel Chizoba Daniel (Zoba De Great)
"…I met Mma at a shop where I went to buy handkerchief that early morning.
I had just arrived at the park and taken a sit, being the first person to come. I noticed that I had forgotten my handkerchief at home, and it would be a really long journey, so I needed to get one.
— Zoba De Great (@ZOBADEGREAT) October 31, 2023