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THE COMPATRIOTS JOURNAL: THE CLARION CALL

Episode 4:

I made friends with the soldiers and became a regular at Mami-market. If there was anything a soldier man likes next to respect, it is a free drink. Surely, money was no problem as mum ensured so. In return, I enjoyed certain privileges every youth corper would crave. Between me and the uniformed men, it was a simple maths of scratch my back and I scratch yours. 


The cultural nights started and I was promised a whole lot of fun. Every night at the general hall, we gather for programs ranging from announcements to entertainment. I was beginning to get my footing. After a beautiful night of cultural dance performances from each platoon, I was gisting and laughing with Mahmud and Bayo ‘a hostel colleague and a new friend’ when I spotted Seun with a few friends heading towards the girls hostel. My heart leapt for joy as I hurried to her calling. “Hello Joe, how was my performance tonight, hope you loved it?” she was beaming in the faint reflections of the street lights. “It was wonderful and you were everyone’s’ favourite dancer” I replied. She smiled broader and asked “So, same place tonight?”. 
The gist is, we have been sneaking out and making out..nhhm…we really were making it work.   
After thirty minutes of light-out, I got up from my squeaky bed as professionally as I could ‘a skill I was beginning to perfect after a week of practice’ and sneaked out of the hall. Everyone was fast asleep and the hall was rumbling with snores, no one would observe. On getting to our usual spot, I wasted no time in setting up the space. I laid a well perfumed blanket on the parade floor under a shade and pulled out a condom. I quickly tore out the condom and armed myself when I saw a small flick of light headed towards me as she usually finds her way to the spot. I had purposely taken a concoction for extra strength and it sure as good had begun to manifest. Holding a nasty smile on my face ‘she is in for a thunderous night’ I thought to myself. Standing there naked and ready to paddle I was when the worst happened. Right before me was a stout lady with a mean look holding a torch to my face…it was the Camp Commandant….in my head, all hell was let loose.    

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