[STORY] MY SPIRITUAL WIFE (Episode 28)

Episode 28.

It didn’t take so long before I had my first “Akwa Ibom” experience.
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It was just five days into camping. The buzz for what was to come later that night had been deafening. We were going to be given a treat. Most of the known names in the entertainment industry were going to be around.

The thought of the fun that this particular night promised was hair-raising.

The names of these expected artists were on every lip. The anticipation was intense. Time suddenly seemed slower than usual in the buildup to this day. But it eventually came.
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On this night, we were allowed to go in casual wear; something different from our usual “white on white” camp uniform.

Trust our ladies na, they certainly came into camp, prepared. “Back sides” of different shapes and sizes left jaws on the floor. With the effort these girls had obviously put into work to ensure they came out as exquisite as they’d looked, one could only have assumed they were out to hopefully “nail one of the celebrities”, expected.

I don’t know about others, but I definitely nailed my celebrity that night.
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Uyai was an indigene. She was beautiful, classy, and sassy. Uyai turned heads whenever she walked ahead. When Uyai walks, she elegantly places a leg in front of the other, while her beautiful round “behind” rested perfectly on her amazing waist, giving room for sways, from left to right, effortlessly, in a manner that sent literally hundreds, green with desires.

Even though Uyai schooled abroad and had only just returned for the sole purpose of “National Youth Service”, you’d never know because Uyai somehow didn’t forget her roots.
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I sighted Uyai in a corner. She was by herself, punching her phone’s screen with a facial expression depicting worry. In this, again, I saw an opening; an opening I leaped at.
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I discovered that Uyai had just been informed that her mother was seriously sick and had been rushed to the ICU. The worry that this had engulfed her by, could have easily been contagious, had I not been “a guy with ulterior intent; pretending to care.”
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I was able to talk Uyai out of this sad state. I was able to enlighten her on certain realities, one of which was that, even though as humans, it is normal to feel sad when a loved one is down, it only becomes overly unhealthy when you allow it linger longer than necessary, especially if you aren’t doing something “directly” about it, besides wallow.
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A couple of hours later, Uyai and I were jumping in the crowd, “vibing” to 9ice’s hit single from way back (Gongo Aso).
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The show was everything the buzz had been about. It was “LIT”. We were treated to bangers, back to back. Everyone most certainly seemed to be having a “blast”. But I only cared about one “happy” face in the room. That was Uyai’s. She seemed to have momentarily forgotten about her mother’s sickness. I was more than glad to know that I was responsible for it.
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Just like all the previous girls I’d met and been with, Uyai was also an incredible dancer. She was superb in the art of dancing. She was on another level. She was so good, they named a certain dance step trending at the time, in camp, after her.
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I had “standing ovation” after “standing ovation” just to the grinds of Uyai on my crotch. Her behind cheeks were soft. The way it felt, grinding on me, I could tell there was nothing holding those two “heart shattering” agents from misbehaving.

It took all the confidence in me to reach forward to grab Uyai’s waist. She somehow noticed the nervousness in my grab. She turned around to whisper in my ears, “don’t worry, Paul, they don’t bite”.

“E be like say this girl never know me and nyash fa.” With this permission, she doesn’t know that she’ll most likely be needing ten very hefty guys, just to pry me off of this waist before long.” I thought to myself.
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The show went deep into the night. It was in the middle of this show that Uyai had suggested we take a walk. She said the place was becoming too stuffy for her liking. She said she needed a breather.
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Uyai held my hand and led me towards “Maami market.” At this time of the night, it was assured to be void of people. In other words, we were assured to be having as much privacy as we desired.

To be continued…  . .

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