When I heard the soft tentative “Kpom Kpom” at the door, I sprang to my feet and pushed open the raffia at the entrance and in time bent down to avoid connecting my head with the low door frame. Dooshima stood at the threshold holding her wrapper in her hand. The moonlight shone on her beautiful face and my heartbeat raced. It was the same wrapper I saw around her slender waist when I arrived. Now she was stretching her hand, offering it to me.
“Corper, use it to cover your body so you will not get cold” she said in her halting nasal English.
I collected the wrapper and waited.
“Sa Kpe”, she said and walked away. I watched her until she had entered her husband’s hut before I went into my room and sat on the wooden bed. This was not the story I had expected. Dooshima had altered the story by not coming naked. She had also failed to follow me into the room. I decided to wait and see if she would still come. Although, I was tired, I struggled to stay awake all night. It was until dawn before I fell into an annoying sleep.
“I hope you slept well” Iyua said when I joined him outside his hut. I stifled a yawn and adjusted the wrapper around my shoulder. I lied that I had slept well and washed my hands to engage the pounded yam and gengi soup in front of us. Halfway through the meal, Iyua said suddenly:
“You know corper, giving you my wife’s wrapper is a sign of my likeness and trust for you but some people elsewhere misinterpret it as a sign of having slept with my wife all night. Have you heard that story before?”
I lost my appetite.