Out of reflex, I pulled out of wangu immediately and reached
for my short. I wore them with the condom still in my d'I'kk which must be
cursing me now for disrupting this sumptuous meal it was feasting
on.
Wangu was even faster and smarter. She reached for her shorts immediately and wore it, pulling down her shirts without arranging her bra. She ran behind me and hid from the light which was focused on my face.
"I SAID DON'T MOVE. . ."
I was still trying to discern this particular voice from the ones I've been hearing all day at camp. I was sure I've heard the voice before! If only my brain could settle down, it might make out which particular military man had that voice.
But I was in a panic mode. Enough adrenalin must have been pumped into my system as I noticed I was trembling a bit.
Wangu held me tightly to herself from behind.
I took a deep breathe which calmed me down a bit. After taking split of seconds to think it through, I whispered to Wangu:
"Run to your hostel!"
The military man was approaching us. I had thought about it. It was obvious he was alone. This made me remove the option of him being the camp commandant. The camp commandant doesn't move alone. He had 2 or 3 aids that moved with him. If he was the one that sighted us, he would have arranged enough military men to come and catch us.
Then who is he?
"Run wangu!" I repeated.
I had already made my plans. It will take him few seconds to run to the point we were now if he chooses to go after her. Then I would throw myself on him. I wasn't going to fight him; that would be suicidal. I planed to bend myself and hold on his waist, then endure and take in as much blows as I could take from him before I faint. At least, it will give wangu some time to get to her hostel. We were clothed, so if she could make it to her hostel, she stands a chance of arguing that she was never with me.
She must have read my mind as she zoomed off! As she sprinted away, the military guy ran towards her and I stood in between.
"DON'T MOVE!!!"
But wangu was sprinting like Mary Onyeali towards her hostel. As he went for her and I stood on his way, he flung his hand towards my direction and I bent down as I held his hips. I knew exactly what I was doing. I can take as many punch as possible, but I dare not allow his boots to come near me.
The military boots was designed to effect maximum damage on any object it lands. The sole of the boot was made of the thickest form of kaolite, a thermoset which has a high tugidity. He kicked the boots towards my legs and I ducked it perfectly, still holding his waist. He must have been giving me some punches. I didn't mind those, as long as those boots doesn't touch me.
Finally, it happened, in one miscalculated effort to dodge his right boot, he landed them on my achillis. That was it! The pain was excruciating! I loosened my grip as I stumbled on the ground, holding my achillis. He reached and picked up something from the ground. I felt it was a log of wood, or maybe his touch that felt down. I was expecting him to hit me with whatever it was, but he was more determined to go after wangu.
I saw him leave in a haste. Just a shadow of his back. I still could not make out who has that voice.
I moved in pains as I left the parade ground and walked down to the hostel. As I moved, the pain in my achillis reduced gradually.
My phone rang and it was wangu.
"Are you ok?" I asked as I picked the call.
"Yes, I'm in the hostel. Where are you?" She asked. She sounded worried.
"I'm on the way to my hostel." I replied her.
"Hope you are ok?" She was really worried about me.
"I am. I'm happy you made it to your hostel."
"I hope he didn't hurt you."
I told her I was ok and we will see the next morning and hung up.
I wasn't sure if I was going to come to morning parade the next day. If that voice was sgt banjo's, he definitely is going to file a report against me.
The ugly one wasn't at the hostel when I got there. Maybe he was still at his joint at mami, or outside the camp. I asked around for who had a menthol balm. I got one and applied it on my achillis after taking my bath.
I lay down and wondered who was this military guy with a common voice.
I slept off.
_______________________________
I was woken up very early that morning by a music playing in the hostel. I closed my eyes, trying hard to go back to sleep. It didn't work. The music was loud enough. The music was in auto repeat as the same song was being played over and over again.
I finally opened my eyes, checked the time, it was 4:30. In the next 30 minutes or less, the biggle will be blown and we will be chased out of this hostel.
The ugly one was the guy playing the music. It was so loud that some of the hostel members where woken up. Some others were awake on their own accord.
Why was he disturbing everybody! He looked so happy this morning. Maybe he had a lot to drink last night.
The song ended and started over again. It was Flavour's song. I remembered the exact track he was playing:
Pantii nu na iro, onye nwe pantii nu na iro? (Who has the pant hanging outside).
Flavour was well known for singing songs with sexually explicit contents. He was the same guy that sang N'abania.
But the ugly one was so engrossed with this particular track that he was repeating it over and over again:
Pantii nu na iro, onye nwe pantii nu na iroooooo. . .
Then he saw that I was awake. He stood up from his bed and started dancing to the song. The hostel mates were watching and laughing at his dance steps. He was almost shouting the wording of the music as he danced to it. Some guys brought out their phone and started videoing him.
Onye nwe pantii nu na iroo. . .
Give it to me girl, give it to me girlllll. . .
As he sang this part, he held out his hands like he was holding a girl's a'r's'e and then moved his waist like he was f'u'cki'ng the a'r's'e. . .
Give it to me girl. . .
He was really excited. Everyone was laughing at him. Some corpers at the adjourning halls came in to take a peep at this noisy igbo guy disturbing the entire hall.
Onye nwe pantii nu na iroooo. . .
As the music played, he danced around and praised himself. . .
"Obu m bu ugo--orji: osisi orji nke ano na ala egbemma (I am ugorji, the titled orji the 4th of egbemma community). . .
Anu ana agba egbe, o na ara otu
(The bush meat that the hunter shoots at, yet it insist on f'u'c'ki'ing its mate)
Ogaladighi nke mbu (
)
Ga ga na okwu ()
Anu kporo nku na eju onu
(The dry meat that keeps the mouth busy)
Otu onye ana asi unu abiala
(The one man that is greeted like a crowd)
He kept praising himself and danced around like a real traditional titled man in igbo land.
Corpers clapped and laughed and videoed him as he danced around the hall.
Then he came towards our corner, looked at me and pointed to the window as he sang the song again. . .
Onye nwe pantii nu na iroooo. . .
I followed the direction his finger was pointed at, so did most of the corpers in the hall.
Onye nwe pantii nu na irooo. . .
Hanged on the same window I hanged his hankie that I disposed the condom from, was a red female pant.
It was Wangu's pant. . .
Onye nwe pantii nu na irooo. . .
Then the military man's voice sounded in my head. . .
It was the voice of his military friend. . .
Wangu was even faster and smarter. She reached for her shorts immediately and wore it, pulling down her shirts without arranging her bra. She ran behind me and hid from the light which was focused on my face.
"I SAID DON'T MOVE. . ."
I was still trying to discern this particular voice from the ones I've been hearing all day at camp. I was sure I've heard the voice before! If only my brain could settle down, it might make out which particular military man had that voice.
But I was in a panic mode. Enough adrenalin must have been pumped into my system as I noticed I was trembling a bit.
Wangu held me tightly to herself from behind.
I took a deep breathe which calmed me down a bit. After taking split of seconds to think it through, I whispered to Wangu:
"Run to your hostel!"
The military man was approaching us. I had thought about it. It was obvious he was alone. This made me remove the option of him being the camp commandant. The camp commandant doesn't move alone. He had 2 or 3 aids that moved with him. If he was the one that sighted us, he would have arranged enough military men to come and catch us.
Then who is he?
"Run wangu!" I repeated.
I had already made my plans. It will take him few seconds to run to the point we were now if he chooses to go after her. Then I would throw myself on him. I wasn't going to fight him; that would be suicidal. I planed to bend myself and hold on his waist, then endure and take in as much blows as I could take from him before I faint. At least, it will give wangu some time to get to her hostel. We were clothed, so if she could make it to her hostel, she stands a chance of arguing that she was never with me.
She must have read my mind as she zoomed off! As she sprinted away, the military guy ran towards her and I stood in between.
"DON'T MOVE!!!"
But wangu was sprinting like Mary Onyeali towards her hostel. As he went for her and I stood on his way, he flung his hand towards my direction and I bent down as I held his hips. I knew exactly what I was doing. I can take as many punch as possible, but I dare not allow his boots to come near me.
The military boots was designed to effect maximum damage on any object it lands. The sole of the boot was made of the thickest form of kaolite, a thermoset which has a high tugidity. He kicked the boots towards my legs and I ducked it perfectly, still holding his waist. He must have been giving me some punches. I didn't mind those, as long as those boots doesn't touch me.
Finally, it happened, in one miscalculated effort to dodge his right boot, he landed them on my achillis. That was it! The pain was excruciating! I loosened my grip as I stumbled on the ground, holding my achillis. He reached and picked up something from the ground. I felt it was a log of wood, or maybe his touch that felt down. I was expecting him to hit me with whatever it was, but he was more determined to go after wangu.
I saw him leave in a haste. Just a shadow of his back. I still could not make out who has that voice.
I moved in pains as I left the parade ground and walked down to the hostel. As I moved, the pain in my achillis reduced gradually.
My phone rang and it was wangu.
"Are you ok?" I asked as I picked the call.
"Yes, I'm in the hostel. Where are you?" She asked. She sounded worried.
"I'm on the way to my hostel." I replied her.
"Hope you are ok?" She was really worried about me.
"I am. I'm happy you made it to your hostel."
"I hope he didn't hurt you."
I told her I was ok and we will see the next morning and hung up.
I wasn't sure if I was going to come to morning parade the next day. If that voice was sgt banjo's, he definitely is going to file a report against me.
The ugly one wasn't at the hostel when I got there. Maybe he was still at his joint at mami, or outside the camp. I asked around for who had a menthol balm. I got one and applied it on my achillis after taking my bath.
I lay down and wondered who was this military guy with a common voice.
I slept off.
_______________________________
I was woken up very early that morning by a music playing in the hostel. I closed my eyes, trying hard to go back to sleep. It didn't work. The music was loud enough. The music was in auto repeat as the same song was being played over and over again.
I finally opened my eyes, checked the time, it was 4:30. In the next 30 minutes or less, the biggle will be blown and we will be chased out of this hostel.
The ugly one was the guy playing the music. It was so loud that some of the hostel members where woken up. Some others were awake on their own accord.
Why was he disturbing everybody! He looked so happy this morning. Maybe he had a lot to drink last night.
The song ended and started over again. It was Flavour's song. I remembered the exact track he was playing:
Pantii nu na iro, onye nwe pantii nu na iro? (Who has the pant hanging outside).
Flavour was well known for singing songs with sexually explicit contents. He was the same guy that sang N'abania.
But the ugly one was so engrossed with this particular track that he was repeating it over and over again:
Pantii nu na iro, onye nwe pantii nu na iroooooo. . .
Then he saw that I was awake. He stood up from his bed and started dancing to the song. The hostel mates were watching and laughing at his dance steps. He was almost shouting the wording of the music as he danced to it. Some guys brought out their phone and started videoing him.
Onye nwe pantii nu na iroo. . .
Give it to me girl, give it to me girlllll. . .
As he sang this part, he held out his hands like he was holding a girl's a'r's'e and then moved his waist like he was f'u'cki'ng the a'r's'e. . .
Give it to me girl. . .
He was really excited. Everyone was laughing at him. Some corpers at the adjourning halls came in to take a peep at this noisy igbo guy disturbing the entire hall.
Onye nwe pantii nu na iroooo. . .
As the music played, he danced around and praised himself. . .
"Obu m bu ugo--orji: osisi orji nke ano na ala egbemma (I am ugorji, the titled orji the 4th of egbemma community). . .
Anu ana agba egbe, o na ara otu
(The bush meat that the hunter shoots at, yet it insist on f'u'c'ki'ing its mate)
Ogaladighi nke mbu (
)Ga ga na okwu (
)Anu kporo nku na eju onu
(The dry meat that keeps the mouth busy)
Otu onye ana asi unu abiala
(The one man that is greeted like a crowd)
He kept praising himself and danced around like a real traditional titled man in igbo land.
Corpers clapped and laughed and videoed him as he danced around the hall.
Then he came towards our corner, looked at me and pointed to the window as he sang the song again. . .
Onye nwe pantii nu na iroooo. . .
I followed the direction his finger was pointed at, so did most of the corpers in the hall.
Onye nwe pantii nu na irooo. . .
Hanged on the same window I hanged his hankie that I disposed the condom from, was a red female pant.
It was Wangu's pant. . .
Onye nwe pantii nu na irooo. . .
Then the military man's voice sounded in my head. . .
It was the voice of his military friend. . .
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