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THE COMPATRIOT’S JOURNALTHE CLARION CALL Episode 1.



My name is Joshua Maisamari, a Kaduna born and bred, but you can call me Joe Wax just like my friends. I was born with a silver spoon with lots of Jelly’s to scoop. My Dad owns an engineering company linked with an oil firm…if you get the gist. I am the third, last and only boy of the family and I just got the clarion call.
I woke up this morning to the knock on my door. Mum had helped pack my luggage for my journey to Lagos where I was to resume camp. After 2 hours of flight delay I began to get pissed. Just as I was about calling off my trip a voice called out to me from the other end of the lobby. Mahmud came jugging down the escalator shouting for me to come. Mahmud was my best friend and school mate right from the good old primary 2.  I picked up my bag and hurried to meet him, he pulled me by the shoulder towards the exit to a waiting van.
In the van was his brother who delivers home accessories for an online company, a friend of his, Timothy and the girlfriend. Before I could protest, the vehicle had kicked and was bound for the city of excellence.
After two hours of driving, we stopped at Abuja for refreshment and fueling. After picking a few snacks and a pack of bottle water from the mini store, I and Mahmud were headed for the van when I heard uncle Gee’s friend Timothy bargaining with a two ladies on transport price. I got scared and wondered how uncomfortable a van with seats for five would accommodate an extra two.
“Hi I’m Brenda and here is my friend Seun and it would be a pleasure joining you guys to Lagos”. Mahmud took the hand and ushered them in. Mara moved to join Unc. Timothy at the front sit and we had to be four at the now choked back sit. Meanwhile the rest of the van was empty with no sit or luggage to bear.
After three more hours of driving, Uncle Gee started smoking and playing a song by Bob Marley real loud..all started to feel right and the atmosphere between we four at the back began to calm. Mahmud reached for his bag and brought out a bottle of Jack Daniels. We broke into a fulfilling laughter as we began passing the bottle between us. After two sips each and I stretched to collect retrieve the bottle for a third, Seun seized the bottle and took a deep gulp right before our gaping mouths. Brenda of course had next. The joy in my stomach mixed with the alcohol in my blood stream and unleashed a roaring laughter that had everyone laughing afterwards.
At our next stop, we collected a few more drinks and decided to mix up our sitting arrangement. I was next to Seun and was glad for she was heavily endowed. Also by the vibes she was emitting, she was totally into me. We set out once more and were on the high way with really high spirits when the van lost a tyre.
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