Assaya, Assaya, why you no go zamfara
You would have thought that those fools would be tired of blowing the morning biggle by now!
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Day 11 - Friday
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The morning devotion was done and the parade was conducted as usual. Platoon 2 was to take on platoon 9 in a football match later in the evening. Sani, the team captain assured me that everything was in place.
"Where's my wedding ring?"
I turned and saw the new recruit for the volleyball team. I remembered her giving me her items for safe keep during her volleyball training yesterday.
I must have forgotten them in my waistbag which I locked inside my hostel locker.
"Its at the hostel." I answered her.
She looked angry upon hearing this. I tried explaining to her that I forgot them inside my waist bag.
"Your fingers look great without them." I joked but she didn't nudge.
"Please get them for me. I will collect them during the lectures." She said and walked away.
I went back to the hostel after the morning parade and freshened up. The ugly one walked up to me and announced excitedly that we will be clubbing that saturday night. He wanted me to come along.
"The photographer is travelling, and his room will be available." He announced excitedly.
I loved the idea of clubbing, but was wondering which of the girls I will go with. The first name that came to my mind was oge, but I dismissed the idea. Why will I go with oge when we both already has a room we can always f'u'c'k; I must go with wangu. Last night's disappointment was still fresh in my mind. We both need it most.
"I called the girl with the tight p'u'ss'y," the ugly one said, as if he read my mind. "She will be coming with her friend, so we don't need to go with any girl." He informed me.
The days lecture was done in groups. I joined the hiv awareness group that I signed up for. We were divided in groups and each group had an instructor. I listened as we were thought several things; both ones we knew before and ones we never knew.
After the lectures, I returned to the hostel and picked the wedding rings from my waist bag. I didn't like walking around camp with a waist bag, so I kept the rings inside my pocket and walked to the volleyball court.
I helped in training my platoon girls, but the new recruit who had the rings was no where to be found.
Jane was training with her platoon when I saw her. We exchanged greetings and chated for a while.
"How is it going?" She asked me.
"Not easy at all, being a platoon leader and all that."
"Is that why you don't call again?" She asked smiling.
I tool a long like at her, we would have been perfect for each other if not that she was married. She was tall and fair, just my kind of girl. She has a bold composure, funny and easy going. I wondered what it would be like to taste the warmth of her honey-pot. Although I had cut her off, my subconscious still yearned for her. And thinking about the stroking she gave my d'I'kk turned me on.
"We really have a lot of catching up to do." I told her. "Let me take you out this evening and we will have time for each other." I concluded.
"I hope by taking out you don't mean that sinful place you took me that night?" She teased and smiled at her joke.
"Not really, we will go to the mami."
"You forgot I don't go to mami?" She replied almost immediately.
"Ok, then we'll go to your joint." I said, "or to that sinful place." I added jokingly and she laughed.
We agreed to meet later and I continued the training session with my platoon girls.
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The evening parade was short and snappy because of the football competition between my platoon and platoon 9. Since platoon 10 thumped platoon 1 the previews day, lots of peeps was rooting for platoon 9 to win us, just to continue the trend.
It was a boring game. The ball spent more time on the air and outside the football pitch than inside. The both teams were uncoordinated and could hardly string two or three passes together. I watched the game with wangu by my side. Seems she was more interested in football than I was, as she was always screaming "o-o-u-u-t-t-t" anytime the ball was on our side and "s-h-h-o-o-o-t-t" any time the ball was in our opponents half. She jumped in excitement anytime our platoon kicks the ball towards the opponents half.
At half time, she and I went to where the team was having a team talk to prepare for the second half. Sani was visibly angry with the team. He was a defender, and claimed his second central defender was always giving him hard work to do. I couldn't contribute anything because I wasn't a soccer fan. They went back to the field of play and the second half commenced.
Deep into the second half, somehow, a mix-up between the second central defender and the goal keeper resulted in a goal to our opponents. We struggled to equalise but could not as the match ended 1 - 0 against us. It was a knockout fixture where 5 teams that won will qualify automatically for the second stage. Then one of the best losers will be picked to complete them 6 for the next round. We were to await the result of other matches to know if we qualified as best looser.
Everyone dispersed after the match and I stayed with wangu to talk. She wanted to apologise about last night but I told her it wasn't her fault.
"But I still have some loose sp'er'ms running wild in my system." I informed her and she chuckled.
"Don't worry, we will find a way to expel them." She said.
After spending quality time with wangu, I retired to the hostel and listened to the ever lively arguments going on in my hall at the hostel. As usual, the ugly one was at the top of the argument. Their argument was based on the topics discussed by the hiv awareness group. One of the corpers was insisting that a guy will never get hiv from a girl unless he had a wound on his pubic region or di'c'kk. He was so sure of what he was saying that he was ready to swear. Although I haven't heard such theory before. He seemed to know what he was saying.
He claimed condoms only protected the female from hiv. I listened as he insisted that a hiv negative guy can tidy a hiv positive girl without condoms and will never get hiv, but if a girl tries it with a positive guy, she must get it.
After listening to their unending conversation, I called jane on the phone.
"I have been waiting for your call." She said as she picked her phone.
We met at the joint she took me to days ago. We remained there as we talked freely. . .
Talks that led to us moving to the same spot behind the parade ground. . .
You would have thought that those fools would be tired of blowing the morning biggle by now!
**********************
Day 11 - Friday
**********************
The morning devotion was done and the parade was conducted as usual. Platoon 2 was to take on platoon 9 in a football match later in the evening. Sani, the team captain assured me that everything was in place.
"Where's my wedding ring?"
I turned and saw the new recruit for the volleyball team. I remembered her giving me her items for safe keep during her volleyball training yesterday.
I must have forgotten them in my waistbag which I locked inside my hostel locker.
"Its at the hostel." I answered her.
She looked angry upon hearing this. I tried explaining to her that I forgot them inside my waist bag.
"Your fingers look great without them." I joked but she didn't nudge.
"Please get them for me. I will collect them during the lectures." She said and walked away.
I went back to the hostel after the morning parade and freshened up. The ugly one walked up to me and announced excitedly that we will be clubbing that saturday night. He wanted me to come along.
"The photographer is travelling, and his room will be available." He announced excitedly.
I loved the idea of clubbing, but was wondering which of the girls I will go with. The first name that came to my mind was oge, but I dismissed the idea. Why will I go with oge when we both already has a room we can always f'u'c'k; I must go with wangu. Last night's disappointment was still fresh in my mind. We both need it most.
"I called the girl with the tight p'u'ss'y," the ugly one said, as if he read my mind. "She will be coming with her friend, so we don't need to go with any girl." He informed me.
The days lecture was done in groups. I joined the hiv awareness group that I signed up for. We were divided in groups and each group had an instructor. I listened as we were thought several things; both ones we knew before and ones we never knew.
After the lectures, I returned to the hostel and picked the wedding rings from my waist bag. I didn't like walking around camp with a waist bag, so I kept the rings inside my pocket and walked to the volleyball court.
I helped in training my platoon girls, but the new recruit who had the rings was no where to be found.
Jane was training with her platoon when I saw her. We exchanged greetings and chated for a while.
"How is it going?" She asked me.
"Not easy at all, being a platoon leader and all that."
"Is that why you don't call again?" She asked smiling.
I tool a long like at her, we would have been perfect for each other if not that she was married. She was tall and fair, just my kind of girl. She has a bold composure, funny and easy going. I wondered what it would be like to taste the warmth of her honey-pot. Although I had cut her off, my subconscious still yearned for her. And thinking about the stroking she gave my d'I'kk turned me on.
"We really have a lot of catching up to do." I told her. "Let me take you out this evening and we will have time for each other." I concluded.
"I hope by taking out you don't mean that sinful place you took me that night?" She teased and smiled at her joke.
"Not really, we will go to the mami."
"You forgot I don't go to mami?" She replied almost immediately.
"Ok, then we'll go to your joint." I said, "or to that sinful place." I added jokingly and she laughed.
We agreed to meet later and I continued the training session with my platoon girls.
__________________________________
The evening parade was short and snappy because of the football competition between my platoon and platoon 9. Since platoon 10 thumped platoon 1 the previews day, lots of peeps was rooting for platoon 9 to win us, just to continue the trend.
It was a boring game. The ball spent more time on the air and outside the football pitch than inside. The both teams were uncoordinated and could hardly string two or three passes together. I watched the game with wangu by my side. Seems she was more interested in football than I was, as she was always screaming "o-o-u-u-t-t-t" anytime the ball was on our side and "s-h-h-o-o-o-t-t" any time the ball was in our opponents half. She jumped in excitement anytime our platoon kicks the ball towards the opponents half.
At half time, she and I went to where the team was having a team talk to prepare for the second half. Sani was visibly angry with the team. He was a defender, and claimed his second central defender was always giving him hard work to do. I couldn't contribute anything because I wasn't a soccer fan. They went back to the field of play and the second half commenced.
Deep into the second half, somehow, a mix-up between the second central defender and the goal keeper resulted in a goal to our opponents. We struggled to equalise but could not as the match ended 1 - 0 against us. It was a knockout fixture where 5 teams that won will qualify automatically for the second stage. Then one of the best losers will be picked to complete them 6 for the next round. We were to await the result of other matches to know if we qualified as best looser.
Everyone dispersed after the match and I stayed with wangu to talk. She wanted to apologise about last night but I told her it wasn't her fault.
"But I still have some loose sp'er'ms running wild in my system." I informed her and she chuckled.
"Don't worry, we will find a way to expel them." She said.
After spending quality time with wangu, I retired to the hostel and listened to the ever lively arguments going on in my hall at the hostel. As usual, the ugly one was at the top of the argument. Their argument was based on the topics discussed by the hiv awareness group. One of the corpers was insisting that a guy will never get hiv from a girl unless he had a wound on his pubic region or di'c'kk. He was so sure of what he was saying that he was ready to swear. Although I haven't heard such theory before. He seemed to know what he was saying.
He claimed condoms only protected the female from hiv. I listened as he insisted that a hiv negative guy can tidy a hiv positive girl without condoms and will never get hiv, but if a girl tries it with a positive guy, she must get it.
After listening to their unending conversation, I called jane on the phone.
"I have been waiting for your call." She said as she picked her phone.
We met at the joint she took me to days ago. We remained there as we talked freely. . .
Talks that led to us moving to the same spot behind the parade ground. . .
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