I was going to call off the wager if he brings out a used condom! How on earth can that happen!
This morning??
I watched as he approached and brought out a paper!
Thank goodness! At least it wasn't a condom. But what's in the paper? I hope its not a sworn court affidavit that states he slept with a girl that morning.
"What's that?", I asked.
"Its my medical papers". He answered.
I was relieved.
"When did you leave the parade?", I asked.
"After that camp commandant made his speech", he answered, "just flashed the paper and walked away".
"What medial condition do you have?", I asked. It took him a lot of time before he could reply, like he was contemplating whether to tell me or not.
"Its fake", he smiled at me. "I faked it from a medical centre at home. I will use it for my re-deployment later on".
It wasn't strange for people to fake medical papers, but something tells me he was hiding something.
I let it go, if there was something he wasn't telling me, he can keep it to himself.
We talked for some time. I asked him his school and course of study. It was the first time I really got to know him better. He was easy going and funny.
"Where do you stay to f'u'ckk", I had to ask him. I have been wondering about that ever since. It bordered me that he changed the rules and insisted f'u'cking oge was not going to count anymore. I didn't have any other idea where or how I was going to f'u'ckk again. Delta kitchen restaurant was oge's rendezvous, the cook was her friend and only allowed us use there because of oge. I dare not take another girl there. I wondered where the ugly one was getting his groove on. He seemed to be well connected in camp already.
"At a friend's place off camp", he informed me.
He intends leaving camp whenever he wants to f'uc'ckk. Seems he had it all worked out. He was already a step ahead of me. Among the two major factors challenging the wager: girls and venue, he has worked out the venue. Its only a matter of time before he would work out the girls.
As for me, venue was going to be a major challenge. I can find a way to sort out myself when it comes to girls.
I took my bath and returned to see oge's and jane's missed calls. I called jane back and she complained about my attitude of not contacting her.
"You don't even want to know if the sickness later killed me", she complained. I laugh at her joke and apologised for my attitude. I promised to call her later.
The biggle was blown, we were to gather at the parade ground, venue for the opening ceremony. The military men started their usual 'move it' and 'double up' shouts and we left.
Ms Enoh called me almost immediately. I had totally forgotten she asked me to meet her after the morning parade.
"It seems you enjoy getting my calls", she said as I picked her call. She didn't sound angry so I was a bit relieved.
"I went to freshen up at the hostel", I answered her.
"Come to the office". She said as she hung up.
I redirected my movement from the parade ground to her office/room.
I met an elderly woman at the office seated at the second desk. She must be the one sharing the office and room with ms enoh. Her baby was sleeping peacefully at a cradle beside her. She seems to have a hard time with the content of the file she was holding. She kept staring at it even as I greeted.
I walked in and sat at ms enoh's sit. Ms Enoh came out from the inner room much later. She wore a suit and I guessed she was fully dressed for the occasion. She was actually looking bright and happy, it made her good looks more obvious. She looked at the foodflask on her desk surprisingly like it was not supposed to be there.
"Have you eaten", she asked me and I shook my head.
"You can take that", she said pointing at the flask. I opened it and noticed it was the same food served at the kitchen that was inside the flask.
"You don't like it?" She asked.
It was jellof rice, with meat as large as my smallest finger. It was evidently local rice. Since I might be busy all through the day, I better put something in my stomach.
"I will manage", I replied as she smiled and sat beside me. She brought out a bundle of files from her drawer and a thick cover notebook. Inside the notebook was the names of all the platoon members, with lines ruled to provide spaces for the attendance to be recorded. She directed me on how to mark the attendance.
Next was another file containing names of some corpers and their Kg number. It was the list of those that took an official permission to travel out of camp.
She briefed me on what to do.
The baby at the cradle started crying and the woman at the opposite desk went to attend to her.
Few minutes later, she left with the baby. I wanted to ask who she was, but had to hold it down. I finished the food as ms enoh went inside to drop some of the files she had. I started updating the attendance booklet.
She joined me at the desk, turned on her laptop and started playing sodoku. The mp3 player on the laptop was playing some Avril Lavaigne songs and she mouthed the wording perfectly.
"You like rock", I asked her.
"Yes, they are my favourite", she replied. "What of you?", she asked.
"I don't have a favourite, I just like good music: whether its R and B, rock, blues or hip-hop, just give me a good sound track and lyrics and we're good to go".
She looked at me and smiled.
I watched her smile at me. Something made me to continue the stare, she was being extra friendly this morning. I wondered if it was due to the opening ceremony or what. She caught me staring at her and didn't say anything. Avril's 'happy ending' was playing and I joined her to sing it, at least the chorus. She was impressed that I could sing the song so well. She walked into the room again, I watched her a'r's'e as she walked past me. There really was something about her that morning I couldn't explain. She smiled more, talked to me more, was more friendly. Maybe she needed company. Does it have anything to do with the lady that just returned?
"Who was the lady on the desk", I asked.
"Deployment officer", she answered.
Seems the woman was in charge of posting corpers to their place of primary assignment (ppa).
"So she can post me where ever I want to serve?", I asked her and she smiled.
"Its not that easy", she replied.
"Its not easy, but its not impossible", I insisted and she smiled again.
What's with all the smiles.
"Its possible, people do it". She replied finally.
"You are really glowing today.". I had to tell her, and surprisingly, she paused the game she was playing, smiled as she looked at me and asked, "how?".
"You look happier, more relaxed" I wanted to add more beautiful, but I had to hold my instincts, least I'd be miss-interpreting her signals. Just like jumping in to place an order in a forex market because you interpreted a signal wrongly.
"Well, since you've noticed, I just received my promotion notice!!!", she almost screamed.
Wow!
I was happy for her, not knowing exactly how to celebrate so I just stood up and hugged her. She hugged me back and we held each other for some minutes before she let me go.
"I have been looking forward to this for the past 6 months", she said excitedly. She was actually talking and demonstrating it to me like a primary school girl would do. She kept smiling and demonstrating as she told me how she missed the last year's promotion because she couldn't meet up with the requirements and now this time around, they skipped her name earlier but she kept running from one office to the other. . .
I kept nodding my head and stared into her eyes as I listened with (fake) keen interest. She really needed someone to talk to. Such special moments are best shared with family and loved ones. I wondered if she had any loved one, a fiancee, a boyfriend. Maybe it was the camp, she would have shared it with them.
"Wow", I had to fake the excitement on my voice as she finished her story.
"We should be popping some champagne". I said, just to indicate its worth celebrating but was surprised when she actually ran inside to bring a bottle of fruit wine and two glasses. She was really excited as she screamed like a 4 year old who just saw her mum after a long day at school.
I took the wine, made some speech about how the popping will lead to more of such happy stories. I proclaimed that good things will never lack in her life. She shouted Ameeeennn as I popped the wine. We drank and I asked her to pose for some snap shots. I snapped her with my phone. We sat together and I took another snap shot, I crossed my hand and took another shot, she leaned on my shoulder, another shot,
I fed her the wine as she drank from my cup, another shot.
Then a kiss. . .
Another shot. . .
Then. . .
The loud sound from her 'china' phone brought us back to reality.
We were kissing each other like nothing else existed.
She broke away from me like she just woke up from a nightmare. She picked her call and talked calmly as I watched her. Seems she had been summoned for officials meeting in lieu of the opening ceremony. I packed my things as a overheard her say 'I'm on my way'.
The moments that followed then was awkward. I didn't know what exactly to do or say. We were lost in the euphoria of the moment, this lead to the few seconds of kissing we had.
But the kiss opened my eyes to something else; there was a longing deep inside her; there was a void somewhere; there was a hollow within her; something was definitely amidst. The way she kissed said it all.
I left her office to the parade ground where corpers wore their over-all (7 over 7) waiting for the arrival of the governor or whoever he was going to send to represent him.
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"Platoon commandant!" I heard someone call out. I looked and saw a girl smiling and walking towards me.
"Its platoon leader, not commander", I corrected her. She introduced herself as ita from kwara state. We talked as we walked down to the parade ground. She was a member of platoon 2, and schooled at university of illorin. She was heavily built, with full bossoms and hips. She had big lips, with face that was almost ruined by pimples.
Ita was fair with visible long dark hairs adorning her big legs. The hairs were kind of sexy, rich, dark and curly, complementing the fair skin that holds them. If not for the face that was almost ruined with pimples, she would have been a perfect definition of beauty.
"Why are you not on your 7 over 7", I asked wondering why she was still wearing white shorts on her nysc attire.
"I sent my trousers to the tailor for amendment. This will be the fourth time its going for a patch work", she replied.
It was easy to imagine. Most of the khaki were badly sown, some where rediculously over sized, and most loose their shape and strength after the first wash.
"What of you?", she asked' "that's not the direction of the male hostel", she said as she pointed at the direction I was coming from.
I explained to her where I was coming from.
"So how is the platoon officer's work going?", she asked.
"Platoon leader, not officer", I corrected again and she smiled and apologised.
"Its stressful and boring, at least for now". I answered her.
We got to the parade ground and went straight to the spot for platoon two. Those that were part of the marching crew were already positioned in files, with each group having a front man that served as a commandant. Then in the front and centre of the entire pack was a general commander, who gives marching orders to the entire pack. It was a beautiful arrangement. We that were not part of the marching crew stood behind, forming a semi circle behind them. The colour party; a small group of about 6 corpers carried the flags and we all waited for the arrival of whoever was going to declare the camp open.
I was wondering why the opening ceremony of a camp that has already gone 4 days. Some dignitaries arrived one after the other. They were introduced and some mounted the stage and received salute.
The blasting siren indicated the arrival of whoever was going to declare the ceremony open. It happened to be the deputy governor.
He mounted the stage as the marching crew did what they have been practising for 3 days now.
The band played as the deputy state governor was led by the colour party to inspect the marching crew. He went back to the podium after inspection. Salutes, national anthem, nysc anthem, pledge and so on. He read his scripted speech and was saluted with the normal hip-hip-hip hurraaaayyy!
He left and we were dismissed.
This was the first time I was putting on my 7 over 7, and a nice time to snap.
It was a snapping galore both at the parade ground and photo stand. Ita insist that we snap and we called a photographer who snapped us. As shouts and greetings of 'platoon leader' was directed my way, platoon members came to me to snap with me. It was as if I was a mini-celebrity. Most of them didn't get my name right so they ended up calling me all sorts of names; platoon 2, tallest, 'ucha' by my fellow igbo brothers and so on. Ita was having a field day as she took part in almost all the pictures. She was acting like the P.A to a celebrity.
Later on, we left the ground and she informed me she wanted to get something to eat at the mami.
"Are you hungry?", she asked after the picture session.
We've been at the sun for hours and I was exhausted.
"Famished", I responded.
"I am, and I want to go to the mami", she said. "Come with me nau", she added before I could say anything. I obliged and we went together.
It was almost 3pm. The mami was filled with corpers. Ita went to a joint which I assumed was her favourite from the way she was greeted by those serving there. She ordered fried rice, salad and chicken parts. She asked me to make my order and I ordered the exact thing she did. We talked more as she ate her food. The food was delicious as the salad covered half of the plate.
"So, what do you intend doing after your service?", she asked me.
The question took me by surprise. I had not really thought of it that much. I was expecting to get a good job, but not sure how to go about it. I loved teaching, more like lecturing.
"Pick a form for my M sc.", I replied.
She looked up and said, "that's cool. Are you intending to do it here in Nigeria or abroad?".
"Here in Nigeria, I can't afford school fees abroad", I had to be honest.
"Abroad fees is not that expensive. Unless you want to school at ivy league schools. You could get a decent school in UK with a tuition of four thousand bucks". She said.
"Four thousand naira??" I asked with my eyes shining bright.
"No", she said as she looked up to me and added a smile, "Four thousand pounds".
She must be high on weed! That's a little above a million naira.
"If you add accommodation, transportation and some bills utility bills, you may not spend over six thousand pounds".
N1.5 mill!
"With less than N70k, I can round up my masters at UI, this is twenty-times less than your UK university", I informed her.
She laughed real hard at my analyses. She sipped her drink and said to me, "you can't compare an Msc. Certificate from a UK university to that from university of ibadan. Graduates of UK universities are hot cakes", she concluded.
"Hot cakes at UK or in Nigeria?", I asked.
"Here in Nigeria of course", she said. " You don't stand a chance if a UK schooled employee applies for the same with you".
"That isn't true", I objected, "Nigerian universities train her graduates to fit perfectly into the Nigerian labour market and environment. Unlike the UK graduate who may not understand the Nigerian labour market; how to bribe for what you want and so on".
God knows I didn't know what I was saying, but she was interested, so I fired down.
"A uk graduate may depend on his cv for the job, but the Nigerian graduate knows when exactly to offer a flat envelope and attach letter heads from senators and reps from his zone to his cv".
I was still surprised at the amount of trash a was spewing.
"Wow, I never thought about it that way", she replied at last. She argued about how multi-national companies prefer employees with exposure such as oversea certificate. She had a point.
"I really enjoy talking with you", I chipped in. I found myself glancing at her very fair laps intermittently, with those dark long curly hairs on her legs. I let my mind ponder on how rich her pubic hair would be. I fantasised about how I would search and locate her swollen clit hidden among those long curly pubic hairs.
How the lips of her c'u'n't would be dripping wet, the beauty of those curly hairs covering those cu'n't lips.
How I can explore those thick hairs with my d'kk to locate the entrance to her c'u'n't.
"I enjoyed talking with you too", her reply to my compliment brought me back to reality and I realised my d'kk was already swollen and stong, pushing against my khaki.
Behave yourself!
I had to caution myself.
"I would like us to hang out this evening", I told her.
"Are you asking me out?", she asked me laughing.
"Sort of", I answered. I didn't know what she will be expecting on a formal date at camp. This is camp for crying out loud. I don't think I will have that patient of trying to build a relationship by fronting gentleman and all those. But if an evening date meant hanging out with this fine girl, then so be it.
"Ok, call me then, we can work out something", she said as she collected my phone and typed in her number. I stored her number.
We talked more for a few minutes before I noticed something at the restaurant behind the one we were.
I saw the ugly one dancing hysterically with a girl at the joint. The joint was very noisy and had more corpers in it. He held a bottle of what looked like remy martins and was dancing so close to the girl. It was a dirty dance as he roccked the girls a'r'se as the girl moves the a'r'se in rhythm to the song. Soon, she raised her hands dancing, as the ugly one crossed his hands across her chest, holding her very close to her br'e'a'st as they danced. I kept watching as the girl turned, faced him and started doing dirty dance steps, stooping, putting his laps inbetween his legs, shaking the bosom close to his face. It was very obvious the ugly one was going to get his groove going that evening.
I kept watching them until they both left the joint and walked out of the mami. They passed the joint I was hanging out with ita and he saw me. The girl he was with was not stella, it was a new one.
The ugly one waved at me, then did a sign with his like he was counting money, then showed me four of his fingers.
He was trying to signal to me that I should keep his N4,000.
Damn! I didn't need any revelations to know that they way that girl was dancing dirty all around him, he is definitely going to 'tidy' the girl. Was the ugly guy going to beat me in this wager? Seems he really has stepped up his game, I was still trying to book a date with ita; a date I wasn't sure what was going to be its outcome.
Even if I got a green light from ita, where was I going to stay?
Damn!
"I need to go and rest my head now", ita called back my mind to the present. I couldn't agree more. I needed to settle down and plan my next move.
"Ok, I will call you later", I said as I saw her off and headed to the hostel.
I got to the hostel and sat on my bed. I needed a plan, and I needed it right now!
Then an idea entered my head. . .
I smiled at myself as I revised the idea. . .
It was definitely going to work.
Yes, it did work. . .
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