I traveled from home to Enugu, where I was told I could get bus to kogi.
I searched for direct buses going to kaba local government, the local government where the camp was located. There were no buses going directly to kaba from Holy ghost, Enugu. There were buses going to idah and okene, all in kogi state. I was told I could get bus to kaba from those places, I wanted a direct bus. I didn't know places at kogi, so I wasn't ready to have different stops before getting to my final destination.
Another option was to go through Nsukka. One of the 'agberos' at Holy ghost informed me I could get bus to kaba from Nsukka. I headed to Nsukka.
It worked. There where buses going directly to kabba, there were many prospective corp members boarding buses to kogi and environs. I marveled at the big luggages some prospective corpers were traveling with. I couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't just three weeks of wearing same white on white all through! What else are they packing into those large bags?
Some had buckets with them at the park. I had just my back-bag. I packed really light. The back-bag comfortably contained the few things I was going to camp with; a file containing my documents and credentials, a pack of chase white shirts, two pairs of white shorts and my toiletries. I had a white sneakers I was already putting on with my blue jean which was to serve as my sunday wear also. Any other thing else was to be procured at the camp.
While I was waiting patiently for the bus to fill up, I got a call from Oge. Second time she was calling within 24 hours.
"Hello, how are you doing?", I asked.
"I have started my registration. They are still attending mostly to pregnant women and nursing mothers".
"Where are you now?", she asked.
"Nsukka, our bus will soon move".
"Ok, safe journey, call me when you get here". She said as we hung up.
The car was filled up, I watched as the driver and his mates had a hard time fixing luggages into the car. Some had to be tied on top of the car.
I was seated in the front seat with a pretty lady. She was so busy with her phone and chuckled intermittently. The phone's screen was large enough that I took a glance on it. I saw the boldly written Nairaland on the screen. She must be a member of that online forum. I wondered what she was doing at Nairaland that made her chuckle so much.
The car moved and we headed to kabba. It was a long journey. The car was filled with prospective corp members, all chatting happily. There was a very verbal guy at the back of the car. He was very funny as he kept throwing jokes while everyone laughed. He must be well known as his school mates kept shouting akpos.
"Make sure say una carry condom for pocket", akpos continued.
"I hear say dem dey dash condom for camp", someone interrupted.
"No, that wan na military condom. Na wash and wear, u fit use am, wash am to dry, and use again", akpos joked and everyone laughed, everyone but my neighbor at the front seat. The jokes were funny, but I didn't want to look silly laughing at them, since neither the driver nor my neighbor was laughing.
An hour into the journey, everywhere was quite, apart from the few hush noise still coming up. I looked back and most people where sleeping. Akpos was actually snoring with mouth wide open. I smiled and took a glance at my neighbor. She was quite, must have gotten tired of pressing her phone, but was wide awake. I looked out and kept my eyes busy with the large unendless bush we were passing.
"Malizia"
I heard. It was from my neighbor. I turned and would have ignored her if she wasn't staring at me.
"Malizia uomo?"
That was my body spread.
"Yea", I replied.
"I knew it. I perceived it when you entered".
I didn't know if that was to be a compliment. Malizia wasn't a designers perfume, neither was it expensive.
"So, what do you think about it?", I asked, just to make a conversation. It was getting too boring already.
"Cool. I knew someone that wears it too. It was his favorite", she replied.
"And you? What's your favorite?", I asked. I can't believe I was discussing perfumes with this pretty lady. What next will we be discussing? Eyeliners and mascara?
"I don't have a favorite. I wear any perfume I feel its ok". She said.
I engaged her in light talks and soon, we were chatting like we've known each other for long. I brought up topics and areas of discussion; school life, movies, family and friends. She flowed with it all. She was a Sociology and Anthropology graduate of the University of Nigeria, Nsukka.
"I'm jane, from Delta", she said. I Introduced myself and we continued the chat.
Few minutes later, she informed me she was feeling sleepy.
"Can I rest my head on your shoulders?".
"Of course", I replied as I adjusted my self to support her head.
She rested her head like it actually belonged their and slept off. . .
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