Asaya, Asaya, why you no go zamfara.
That was the worst sound I heard that day! I couldn't remember being any angrier than I was at the sound of that biggle that faithful morning!
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Day 8 - Tuesday
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Double up! Double up!
Move eight! Move eight!
It was a refreshing night! I felt brand new in the morning. After the night rest, my muscles weren't aching that much any longer.
The ugly one greeted me normally. I responded, then wondered why he hasn't reacted to the events of last night yet. He was still calm as he pressed his phone. Maybe he was still searching for those pictures.
The hankie was still hanging on the window, hasn't he seen it yet? How could he forget such a thing in a hurry? He loves gloating and his arrogance is huge.
My foam was already on top of my bunk! That means he kept it there himself. I was troubled, I would rather see him angry and complain against my actions than remain calm and pretend nothing happened.
Maybe he was angry and was boiling inside. Maybe I went a little bit extreme, I shouldn't have disposed the condom and deleted the pictures. I should have at least accepted defeat for once. But this is war, and in war, you devise all possible strategy to beat your enemy.
Double up! Double up!
I dressed up and left for the parade.
Usual announcements were made after the morning devotion. The OBS presented their morning news and the man'o'war drills started.
Platoon 2 was exempted from the morning parade to allow us clean the camp. Surprisingly, a lot of guys from other platoon joined us in the camp clean up, claiming to be platoon 2 members. They did this to avoid the tedious morning parade.
I was with the group cleaning the area where the Muslim Corpers Association of Nigeria (MCAN) mosque was located. I was surprised they had rooms there where some corpers stayed. I guessed they must be highly connected muslim corpers. They were mostly female corpers, covering all parts of their bodies, their faces where covered with veils such that only their eyes was visible. They wore stockings and hand gloves; they actually looked scary.
They went inside as soon as they sighted us, like no one was supposed to see them
Wangu joined my group as we extended to the accounts department.
"I've told him!" She informed me excitedly.
Told who? What?
At first I didn't know what she was talking about, but I recalled my conversation with her and how she promised she was going to tell sgt banjo that she was ending the brief affair.
"I told him yesterday night after you spoke to me." She repeated.
I had totally forgotten about the bitter encounter with sgt banjo. I had taken a decision to cut her off. I didn't want to meddle with affairs of military men, not when they looked mean and had a voice that could send chills down your spine.
"What did he say when you told him?" I had to ask her.
"Nothing. I called him on the phone, and cut the call after telling him."
That's ridiculous!
I was sure she just told him and then banged the call on him thereafter!
Maybe she even added some insults.
She may have even mentioned me as the reason!
This is risky. She is fast becoming a threat to me in this camp.
What if the sgt takes it that she left him because of me? Will the sgt be that mean? Is he going to forget her just like that like nothing happened?
Damnit! Just when I thought I had the mysteries unravelled, more concerning questions are coming up like an annoying pop-up window that distracts you when you surf the net with microsoft internet explorer.
She was relieved and excited at same time.
"I didn't know what I was thinking. But I feel better now, thanks to you. You brought me out of the lion's den."
And put myself into the wolf's coven!
We talked as we cleaned up the camp. it wasn't tedious afterall; just the usual picking we used to do in secondary school. We made sure the morning parade was over before we finished our clean up.
I proceeded to the hostel thereafter to take my bath and find something to eat.
The ugly one was not around when I got there. His hankie was no longer hanging on the window. I still was not comfortable with the silence treatment. Maybe he was still annoyed with my stunt. He has to man up!
My phone rang and it was jane. Ever since she opened up for me about her marriage, we've not had the opportunity to speak to each other.
"You've been avoiding me." She said as I picked the call. I didn't know what to answer her. I had made up my mind to cut her off. She was married for crying out loud! But that night at the parade ground rang in my mind.
I wished she hadn't told me of her marriage. Maybe we would have really had a shot at each other. But the marriage tingy is really complicated, and I didn't want to be entangled with another man's wife.
Wishful thinking.
"I haven't been avoiding you. Its just the stress and tight schedule of camp." I replied her.
"So what are you doing now?" She asked.
I would have told her I was busy with files at the platoon stand, but somehow, I told her I was at the hostel doing nothing.
Then in a bid to prove to her I wasn't avoiding her, I asked where she was so I can meet up with her.
"I'm in front of the accounts office. I just signed my transport allowance," she informed me.
I went to the accounts department and saw her sitting alone in the front. She was not just sitting alone, she looked lonely.
Corpers queued up in long rows to sign their transport allowance. The mami was going to bubble this night, I thought to myself as I passed the long lines. I hope they will be satisfied with the work we've done so far and allow my platoon to sign there's.
"Why are you sitting alone here?" I asked her. She smiled as she stood up from the log of wood she was seated.
"I was waiting for you. Have you signed yours?" She asked and I reminded her I was in fainter's platoon and she laughed.
"When will you guys sign?".
"I don't know. Maybe when we are revived from the faint."
"Well, since I'm N2,500 richer than you now, let me buy you breakfast." She requested.
"I thought you don't go to the mami?" I asked her.
"Mami is not the only place they sell food. Come with me."
I went with her as she moved towards the NCCF worship centre. Beside it was a small restaurant. It was well decorated, quite and coozy.
We ordered food and she asked why I was avoiding her.
I insisted that I wasn't avoiding her.
'Its obvious that you are, you said we will talk later after I told you my story. But you've not called, nor checked on me."
She was very serious as she looked into my eyes while speaking.
"Maybe I shouldn't have told you about the marriage."
"It has nothing to do it that"
It had!
I found out I was trying so hard not to displease her, rather than hitting the nail on the head. I made her believe it was just the too many activities in camp that made me not to contact her. I didn't want her to feel that bad. I felt pity for her.
I shouldn't have!
We talked like reconciled lovers; she held my hand on the desk as we spoke.
"I'm really bored here in camp. The only entertaining activity was my little adventure with you." She announced to me.
"You call that an adventure?" I asked.
"Yea. It was fun watching you moan and scream as you cam.e."
What an unrepentant b.itch!
"If I was in a position to make you moan, you will do worse," I told her.
"Really?"
"Of course." I assured her.
"Its just a matter of who was in control. You were in control then, if I was, you will still moan and scream."
She looked at me like she knew exactly what I meant. The conversation had taken a new dimension which I didn't fancy, but had to carry on for courtesy sake.
The talk must have stimulated her as she left the seat opposite mine and joined me in the double sofa I was siting. She rested her head on my shoulder as we talked. She slip a hand under my shirt and caressed my stomach lightly. She was very romantic, taking time to rub every muscle of my stomach.
"Hmm. . .I love that malizia smell".
"Why are you so obsessed with this malizia body spray?" I asked her.
I remembered her telling me she knew someone that wears the perfume. It must have been someone close to her.
"The first man I ever truly loved," she continued rather calmly.
"It was his favourite perfume. When I perceived it inside the front seat of that bus coming to kogi, I remembered him."
It must have been a deep relationship for her to be remembering him with something as common as a body spray.
"What happened to him? Why did you guys break up?" I asked, eager to hear the usual tales of 'he broke my heart and left with another woman', but she said coldly:
"Jide happened"
Who the hell is jide?
At that instant, the biggle for morning lectures was blown. The restaurant attendant walked up to us and informed us that their shop will be locked and sealed by the military if we remained there. We had to leave.
The lecture was as boring as boringness could be. Some guy was talking of acquiring special handi-skills. He preached about how you can use a single room to start a company with his special plant that produces paint, candle, powder, cream and other cosmetics . It sounded too good and I knew it was not possible. I wondered if he was truly using the same plant for all the products he just listed. Wax was a petroleum by-product that can be used for making candles and other paraffin-related cosmetics such as mascara, lip-stick and others; while powder, chalk and paint uses talcum or kaolin as its raw material. It will take the combined efforts of a skilled Chemical engr and a Mechanical engr to design such a plant that will process such different raw material to the finished products he mentioned, if ever it was possible.
Some other guy was selling books on the formula for production of all washing material; soap, detergent, dish washer and some other stuffs.
As more speakers waited for their turn to bore us with their fairy tales, I slept off.
After the boring lectures, which I slept through, I retired to the hostel to rest. The ugly one was not around when I got to the hostel. Other corpers were carrying their foodflask to the kitchen for lunch.
I slept off.
The call that entered my phone woke me up. It was Ms Enoh.
"Come to my office immediately," she ordered me as I picked the call.
I wondered what was so urgent that she had to sound so uptight.
"Is anything the matter?" I asked.
"Yea, I'm about to die and you're the only person I could think of calling. . ."
I stood still, gazing on thin air to make sure I heard the right thing. . .
The laughter from the other end startled me and brought me back to reality. She was laughing so hard, I now saw the sarcasm in her comment.
"Come to my office jaree and stop asking yeye questions." She laughed more as she hung up.
When I got to her office, she was fully dressed, with her hand bag ready to go out. The elder lady she shared the office/apartment with was sited at her chair, filling forms and updating them in her computers.
"The I.d card is here. You have to share it to them today." She said as she handed my a small nylon bag containing laminated I.d cards.
"Any one that collects must sign here." She said as she gave me another paper containing the. Kgn of all my platoon members.
I walked with her as she left the office.
"You scared me on the phone" I said to her as she walked down.
She smiled and asked why I should ask her if everything is alright.
"It things are not alright, do you think you will be the person I will call?" She asked as she continued her laughter.
I didn't border answering her.
"Where are you going?" I asked her.
"Hiaaaa! When did you start monitoring me?" She asked and added, "I'm going to my boyfriend's house, do you mind?".
I smiled and shook my head.
"When will you be back?"
"I will spank your a'r's'e if you ask me any other question", she said still smiling. "Do you think I'm a corper like you?"
It was obvious she was in a haste where she was going. I walked with her as she entered an nysc jeep parked in front of the quarters.
I kept staring at her as the driver drove off. Our gaze met and I blew her a kiss. She smiled and waved at me.
Few minutes later, a text message entered my phone. It was Ms Enoh. I opened it and a simple message stared at me:
I will be back tomorrow. **kiss**
I replied the text almost immediately;
I will be waiting for you. You may have to decamp me. **kiss**
______________________
I did wait. . .
And it was worth it. . .
That was the worst sound I heard that day! I couldn't remember being any angrier than I was at the sound of that biggle that faithful morning!
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Day 8 - Tuesday
**************************
Double up! Double up!
Move eight! Move eight!
It was a refreshing night! I felt brand new in the morning. After the night rest, my muscles weren't aching that much any longer.
The ugly one greeted me normally. I responded, then wondered why he hasn't reacted to the events of last night yet. He was still calm as he pressed his phone. Maybe he was still searching for those pictures.
The hankie was still hanging on the window, hasn't he seen it yet? How could he forget such a thing in a hurry? He loves gloating and his arrogance is huge.
My foam was already on top of my bunk! That means he kept it there himself. I was troubled, I would rather see him angry and complain against my actions than remain calm and pretend nothing happened.
Maybe he was angry and was boiling inside. Maybe I went a little bit extreme, I shouldn't have disposed the condom and deleted the pictures. I should have at least accepted defeat for once. But this is war, and in war, you devise all possible strategy to beat your enemy.
Double up! Double up!
I dressed up and left for the parade.
Usual announcements were made after the morning devotion. The OBS presented their morning news and the man'o'war drills started.
Platoon 2 was exempted from the morning parade to allow us clean the camp. Surprisingly, a lot of guys from other platoon joined us in the camp clean up, claiming to be platoon 2 members. They did this to avoid the tedious morning parade.
I was with the group cleaning the area where the Muslim Corpers Association of Nigeria (MCAN) mosque was located. I was surprised they had rooms there where some corpers stayed. I guessed they must be highly connected muslim corpers. They were mostly female corpers, covering all parts of their bodies, their faces where covered with veils such that only their eyes was visible. They wore stockings and hand gloves; they actually looked scary.
They went inside as soon as they sighted us, like no one was supposed to see them
Wangu joined my group as we extended to the accounts department.
"I've told him!" She informed me excitedly.
Told who? What?
At first I didn't know what she was talking about, but I recalled my conversation with her and how she promised she was going to tell sgt banjo that she was ending the brief affair.
"I told him yesterday night after you spoke to me." She repeated.
I had totally forgotten about the bitter encounter with sgt banjo. I had taken a decision to cut her off. I didn't want to meddle with affairs of military men, not when they looked mean and had a voice that could send chills down your spine.
"What did he say when you told him?" I had to ask her.
"Nothing. I called him on the phone, and cut the call after telling him."
That's ridiculous!
I was sure she just told him and then banged the call on him thereafter!
Maybe she even added some insults.
She may have even mentioned me as the reason!
This is risky. She is fast becoming a threat to me in this camp.
What if the sgt takes it that she left him because of me? Will the sgt be that mean? Is he going to forget her just like that like nothing happened?
Damnit! Just when I thought I had the mysteries unravelled, more concerning questions are coming up like an annoying pop-up window that distracts you when you surf the net with microsoft internet explorer.
She was relieved and excited at same time.
"I didn't know what I was thinking. But I feel better now, thanks to you. You brought me out of the lion's den."
And put myself into the wolf's coven!
We talked as we cleaned up the camp. it wasn't tedious afterall; just the usual picking we used to do in secondary school. We made sure the morning parade was over before we finished our clean up.
I proceeded to the hostel thereafter to take my bath and find something to eat.
The ugly one was not around when I got there. His hankie was no longer hanging on the window. I still was not comfortable with the silence treatment. Maybe he was still annoyed with my stunt. He has to man up!
My phone rang and it was jane. Ever since she opened up for me about her marriage, we've not had the opportunity to speak to each other.
"You've been avoiding me." She said as I picked the call. I didn't know what to answer her. I had made up my mind to cut her off. She was married for crying out loud! But that night at the parade ground rang in my mind.
I wished she hadn't told me of her marriage. Maybe we would have really had a shot at each other. But the marriage tingy is really complicated, and I didn't want to be entangled with another man's wife.
Wishful thinking.
"I haven't been avoiding you. Its just the stress and tight schedule of camp." I replied her.
"So what are you doing now?" She asked.
I would have told her I was busy with files at the platoon stand, but somehow, I told her I was at the hostel doing nothing.
Then in a bid to prove to her I wasn't avoiding her, I asked where she was so I can meet up with her.
"I'm in front of the accounts office. I just signed my transport allowance," she informed me.
I went to the accounts department and saw her sitting alone in the front. She was not just sitting alone, she looked lonely.
Corpers queued up in long rows to sign their transport allowance. The mami was going to bubble this night, I thought to myself as I passed the long lines. I hope they will be satisfied with the work we've done so far and allow my platoon to sign there's.
"Why are you sitting alone here?" I asked her. She smiled as she stood up from the log of wood she was seated.
"I was waiting for you. Have you signed yours?" She asked and I reminded her I was in fainter's platoon and she laughed.
"When will you guys sign?".
"I don't know. Maybe when we are revived from the faint."
"Well, since I'm N2,500 richer than you now, let me buy you breakfast." She requested.
"I thought you don't go to the mami?" I asked her.
"Mami is not the only place they sell food. Come with me."
I went with her as she moved towards the NCCF worship centre. Beside it was a small restaurant. It was well decorated, quite and coozy.
We ordered food and she asked why I was avoiding her.
I insisted that I wasn't avoiding her.
'Its obvious that you are, you said we will talk later after I told you my story. But you've not called, nor checked on me."
She was very serious as she looked into my eyes while speaking.
"Maybe I shouldn't have told you about the marriage."
"It has nothing to do it that"
It had!
I found out I was trying so hard not to displease her, rather than hitting the nail on the head. I made her believe it was just the too many activities in camp that made me not to contact her. I didn't want her to feel that bad. I felt pity for her.
I shouldn't have!
We talked like reconciled lovers; she held my hand on the desk as we spoke.
"I'm really bored here in camp. The only entertaining activity was my little adventure with you." She announced to me.
"You call that an adventure?" I asked.
"Yea. It was fun watching you moan and scream as you cam.e."
What an unrepentant b.itch!
"If I was in a position to make you moan, you will do worse," I told her.
"Really?"
"Of course." I assured her.
"Its just a matter of who was in control. You were in control then, if I was, you will still moan and scream."
She looked at me like she knew exactly what I meant. The conversation had taken a new dimension which I didn't fancy, but had to carry on for courtesy sake.
The talk must have stimulated her as she left the seat opposite mine and joined me in the double sofa I was siting. She rested her head on my shoulder as we talked. She slip a hand under my shirt and caressed my stomach lightly. She was very romantic, taking time to rub every muscle of my stomach.
"Hmm. . .I love that malizia smell".
"Why are you so obsessed with this malizia body spray?" I asked her.
I remembered her telling me she knew someone that wears the perfume. It must have been someone close to her.
"The first man I ever truly loved," she continued rather calmly.
"It was his favourite perfume. When I perceived it inside the front seat of that bus coming to kogi, I remembered him."
It must have been a deep relationship for her to be remembering him with something as common as a body spray.
"What happened to him? Why did you guys break up?" I asked, eager to hear the usual tales of 'he broke my heart and left with another woman', but she said coldly:
"Jide happened"
Who the hell is jide?
At that instant, the biggle for morning lectures was blown. The restaurant attendant walked up to us and informed us that their shop will be locked and sealed by the military if we remained there. We had to leave.
The lecture was as boring as boringness could be. Some guy was talking of acquiring special handi-skills. He preached about how you can use a single room to start a company with his special plant that produces paint, candle, powder, cream and other cosmetics . It sounded too good and I knew it was not possible. I wondered if he was truly using the same plant for all the products he just listed. Wax was a petroleum by-product that can be used for making candles and other paraffin-related cosmetics such as mascara, lip-stick and others; while powder, chalk and paint uses talcum or kaolin as its raw material. It will take the combined efforts of a skilled Chemical engr and a Mechanical engr to design such a plant that will process such different raw material to the finished products he mentioned, if ever it was possible.
Some other guy was selling books on the formula for production of all washing material; soap, detergent, dish washer and some other stuffs.
As more speakers waited for their turn to bore us with their fairy tales, I slept off.
After the boring lectures, which I slept through, I retired to the hostel to rest. The ugly one was not around when I got to the hostel. Other corpers were carrying their foodflask to the kitchen for lunch.
I slept off.
The call that entered my phone woke me up. It was Ms Enoh.
"Come to my office immediately," she ordered me as I picked the call.
I wondered what was so urgent that she had to sound so uptight.
"Is anything the matter?" I asked.
"Yea, I'm about to die and you're the only person I could think of calling. . ."
I stood still, gazing on thin air to make sure I heard the right thing. . .
The laughter from the other end startled me and brought me back to reality. She was laughing so hard, I now saw the sarcasm in her comment.
"Come to my office jaree and stop asking yeye questions." She laughed more as she hung up.
When I got to her office, she was fully dressed, with her hand bag ready to go out. The elder lady she shared the office/apartment with was sited at her chair, filling forms and updating them in her computers.
"The I.d card is here. You have to share it to them today." She said as she handed my a small nylon bag containing laminated I.d cards.
"Any one that collects must sign here." She said as she gave me another paper containing the. Kgn of all my platoon members.
I walked with her as she left the office.
"You scared me on the phone" I said to her as she walked down.
She smiled and asked why I should ask her if everything is alright.
"It things are not alright, do you think you will be the person I will call?" She asked as she continued her laughter.
I didn't border answering her.
"Where are you going?" I asked her.
"Hiaaaa! When did you start monitoring me?" She asked and added, "I'm going to my boyfriend's house, do you mind?".
I smiled and shook my head.
"When will you be back?"
"I will spank your a'r's'e if you ask me any other question", she said still smiling. "Do you think I'm a corper like you?"
It was obvious she was in a haste where she was going. I walked with her as she entered an nysc jeep parked in front of the quarters.
I kept staring at her as the driver drove off. Our gaze met and I blew her a kiss. She smiled and waved at me.
Few minutes later, a text message entered my phone. It was Ms Enoh. I opened it and a simple message stared at me:
I will be back tomorrow. **kiss**
I replied the text almost immediately;
I will be waiting for you. You may have to decamp me. **kiss**
______________________
I did wait. . .
And it was worth it. . .
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