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THE COMPATRIOTS JOURNAL: THE CLARION CALL

Episode 5:


There I was laid in the cold mud behind the military residence. What had happened earlier was still not clear to me. My body was still trembling due to the scare and probably the cold mud too. What had happened to Seun…why was the camp commandant there…why must bad things always happen to me? So many questions with no logical answers. 

Two soldiers came over and half dragged my numbed body into a room and then the bathroom. I was bathed with cold water and yet..’I didn’t even feel a thing’. I was seated on the room floor shivering while the two soldiers laughed and hurled insults at me in a language I would never understand. If they were permitted to beat orientating corpers, I probably would have been dead for all I could smell in these two was HATE. A little soldier who I later learnt was the P.A to the Camp Commandant walked into the room, exchanged pleasantries with the horrible duo and threw me a blanket before ordering me to follow him. Guess it was judgment time.  
I walked into a cold and plain room, merely looking at it, nothing relates this room to a guard-room. In fact, it commanded prestige, holding a bed, a wardrobe and a large reading table in the darkest part of the room. 
“Drop the blanket” a soothing voice behind the reading desk asked. I was terrified to realize I wasn’t alone in the room. Before I could summon the courage to protest the voice came again, this time more commanding, “Let the blanket fall to the floor young man”. Immediately, I recognized the voice as the same one always issuing warnings at the parade ground and the General-hall…It was the commandant. The blanket in fear flew away from me, leaving me exposed, erect and in pain. The herbal concoction I had taken earlier was still intact and now seeking for the job I had employed its services for. She came closer, loosened her robe and slowly crept on the bed. “And what are you still doing standing over there?” as she parted her legs. “Afterall, this was what you risked your stay here for. Now come have it”. This could not be happening! As it was beyond my comprehension, I switched into auto-pilot, got on the bed and slowly crawled towards her. On all four with my head right over her flower, I looked into her usually cold eyes and noticed it melt in expectancy before sinking my face deep in the abyss. Knowing clearly that this could either kill me or redeem me…it was the only logical thing that popped into my super fogged brain. 
After about four hours of uninterrupted banging involving every skill ranging from taichi, taifu, kungfu and wrestling, we finally peaked and were totally exhausted. It was then that I understood the sayings relating the Akwa-Ibom and Calabar people to sexual matters. 
Ofcourse as a Hausa boy, I hold the magic stick in abundance.    
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