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THE COMPATRIOT’S JOURNAL: THE CLARION CALL


EPISODE TWO:


I stood and watched as Unc- Gee and his pal hustled to change the tyre. It was getting dark
and we were still about 4 hours away from Lagos.

A vehicle passed us by and the driver shouted out “don’t be long there”. Whatever was his business with us, I wondered. Seun came over to me offering a stick of cigarette, I had no pleasure smoking but with her beautiful big eyes gazing into mine, I could smoke for Africa. We sat near the bushes slightly out of view of our comrads to smoke. Seun slid up my chest pulling away the unlit cigarette from my lips and kissed me, my mind was blown to a thousand pieces. I wasn’t going to back down as I gently stroked her back and pulled her closer. My NYSC was beginning with a lot of sense. Taking the romance further became my motive as I slid my hands into her jean trouser to grab her plump buttocks. I became as rigid as a plank. She noticed my overwhelming excitement and started pulling at my pant trouser teasingly. I was sure if she touched me bare, I would blow up. Un-noticing the argument coming from within, I urged Seun on but she heard it too and stopped. She stood up and dashed past me into the bush without a word. ‘What could I have possibly done wrong’? It immediately became clear as I saw two hefty guys with machetes walking hulkily towards me. My world took a downturn as I tried to run but instead ended on the shoulder of a really smelly man, bound for the parked van. Now seating by the bush with Mahmud, Brenda, Unc Timothy and Mara, things were looking bad. Unc-Gee had followed a vehicle to town to have a vulcanizer patch the damaged tyre as he had no spare. ‘Who the hell drives twelve hours straight without a spare!’. One of the hulky men had ransacked the car and picked all the cash and phones he could find including the biscuits and even the used sanitary pad Mara had tied in a nylon thinking it was a goody. We thought that was the end until the man watching us with the bigger machete asked Brenda to show him her boobs. I could not understand at first as he was speaking Yoruba with a dialect until he used his machete to poke at her boobs…I was shocked!. Mara was made to assist Brenda and was further made to suckle on it. It went on for five minutes as we guys watched the ladies suckle themselves…it was magical just like in the movies. The men left before Unc-Gee returned and Seun re-joined us. Silently we resumed our journey as no one could give out the full gist of what had happened. On arrival at Lagos, Unc-Gee lodged us all in a hotel at Ikeja and disappeared with his friends. I took a hot shower and all the while re-living the memories of the day. Coming out of the bathroom wearing a boxer with a towel round my neck, I had a knock on my door. ‘But I didn’t order food’. Standing at my door step in a mini-night gown concealing nothing was Seun.
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