The sun rose up beautifully this morning over the eastern horizon just as its always done for the past God knows how many years. I wonder why some people choose to open with these words. I guess its because it sort of lends a feeling of being at peace (yeah, I know its called serenity) to their readers. The air was cool this morning, which is not normal in Bida, and as I watched the sun rise, I couldn't help mulling over the events of the past few days. As those of you who I'm friends with on Facebook will know, I spent the weekend in Minna and Paiko. The distance is just about 10, 20 min drive so its so easy to dash between the two places. I came back to Bida early on Monday morning to resume back in the office and not risk the wrath of my boss.
I left for Minna around 10a.m on Saturday. Boarded a cab at Etsu Yahaya Motor Park. The journey lasted for nearly an hour and was uneventful. At Minna, I placed a call to someone (don't ask and you won't be told any lies) and we arranged to meet. We hung out at George's in F-Layout. The area was nice; clean wide roads, serene (damn! That word again) environment. I was there for a while, chit-chat, yada yada yada. Next, I took another cab for Paiko, the host town of the NYSC orientation camp in Niger State. I've not been to the camp since the day we passed out of there so it was kind of like a homecoming for me. Being there brought back all the memories, well some of them anyway and I couldn't but feel nostalgic about the place.
As soon as I got to camp, I set about locating Emmanuel. On camp, Imx and I were 5 and 6, where you find one, know that the other can't be too far behind. on this second coming, he was the camp coordinator for the Winners Corpers Fellowship (WCF). after wandering abit awhile, I was finally able to locate him at the WCF stand, with his cool afro and wolfish grin that sort of says I look nice, masking his I eat little girls for breakfast person. At the stand, I also met Tolu, buxom beauty, if there ever was one. She looked so much like Cynthia that I had actually did a double-take. Henry too, and a host of other nice people. The WCF crew were a nice bunch and I enjoyed my time with them. Period.
That evening, the Mr. and Ms. NYSC contests were held. Mr Ighalo was the MC, along with this other guy who was trying too hard to impress. The contestants for the Ms NYSC all looked lovely, and if I'd been a judge, I won't have been able to choose a winner. LIE!!! Bare-faced LIE!!! It wasn't as close a contest as that. There was even one contestant who, to put it mildly, was vertically challenged. In the end, the winner was obvious even before the judges announced the results. I've never been one to glorify blonde jokes but some there gave me a reason to believe them. She didn't know what her own surname meant. Imagine.
The Mr NYSC contest was no better. Dumb guys and a short one too. There was this particular guy i though was going to win but he didn't. He was tall, handsome, good diction, excellent answers and all. In the end, a beefy looking guy(not muscular o. Beefy. With a slight beer paunch) won. I wasn't too surprised though. The chief judge could hardly construct one English sentence without lading it with enough mines to make Angola and Sarajevo seem like a nursery school play pen.
Anyway, back to the topic at hand. We slept in Paiko that night to the serenade of frogs and the kisses of mosquitoes. I had to wake up and wear my socks in the middle of the night when I could not take the sucking any longer. Service was held in one of the classes in the morning (don't ask me about baths and all). Saw Busayo for the first time that morning and her face with the Brandy-like smile stuck in my head (am saving her for later). The preacher was the immediate past president of WCF (G-Papiose) as they call him. He worked up quite a storm, figuratively speaking. At one point, I was fearful for the ground, such were the urgency and power in his steps that I feared that by the time he finished, the floor will have been cracked. After the message, the president came on and made the usual pitch about you-know-what (and I'm not talking about an altar call). Some felt obliged to come out after several calls. And I'm dropping the rest of it. After the service, we had a photo-shoot session then left for Minna.
Minna is a beautiful city. Has nice views too. Went with Imx to his crib. As usual, there was a power shut-out, outage, shortage or what ever. Imx slept off as soon as we got home but I watched a movie for a while before I also succumbed to the arms of lady sleep. After about 3 hours of deep sleep, I woke, had my bath and ate brunch. That day was coincidentally Ebere's birthday (He's a friend from school) and we went to his house. Sanmi Oro was also there and they regaled me with stories of Mr Orotic Aciduria. It was all fun and we later left for Paiko again.
Uneventful as usual. That Sunday also happened to be graduation for Peer Education and Training (PET) and they held a rally. The bonfire night was also held that night but we didn't stay. We just caught glimpses of it. We left for Minna about 10p.m and got home around 11p.m because we branched at Yahuza to get dinner. Imagine beef suya and Yoghurt for dinner. A flex gan o.
I'd planned on leaving early the next morning but I woke up late and didn't get to Bida at just about 8. Barely made it to work on time.
That Monday, pay rolling for NYSC opened and we had to head to the NYSC secretariat again. On my way to the secretariat from home, I happened to witness part of the last rites processions for an islamic burial ceremony. It made me pause for reflection about the ultimate end of every man. From the secretariat, I went back to FMC and witnessed another body just as I was closing. Small wonder I had nightmares that night.
Nuff said.
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I left for Minna around 10a.m on Saturday. Boarded a cab at Etsu Yahaya Motor Park. The journey lasted for nearly an hour and was uneventful. At Minna, I placed a call to someone (don't ask and you won't be told any lies) and we arranged to meet. We hung out at George's in F-Layout. The area was nice; clean wide roads, serene (damn! That word again) environment. I was there for a while, chit-chat, yada yada yada. Next, I took another cab for Paiko, the host town of the NYSC orientation camp in Niger State. I've not been to the camp since the day we passed out of there so it was kind of like a homecoming for me. Being there brought back all the memories, well some of them anyway and I couldn't but feel nostalgic about the place.
As soon as I got to camp, I set about locating Emmanuel. On camp, Imx and I were 5 and 6, where you find one, know that the other can't be too far behind. on this second coming, he was the camp coordinator for the Winners Corpers Fellowship (WCF). after wandering abit awhile, I was finally able to locate him at the WCF stand, with his cool afro and wolfish grin that sort of says I look nice, masking his I eat little girls for breakfast person. At the stand, I also met Tolu, buxom beauty, if there ever was one. She looked so much like Cynthia that I had actually did a double-take. Henry too, and a host of other nice people. The WCF crew were a nice bunch and I enjoyed my time with them. Period.
That evening, the Mr. and Ms. NYSC contests were held. Mr Ighalo was the MC, along with this other guy who was trying too hard to impress. The contestants for the Ms NYSC all looked lovely, and if I'd been a judge, I won't have been able to choose a winner. LIE!!! Bare-faced LIE!!! It wasn't as close a contest as that. There was even one contestant who, to put it mildly, was vertically challenged. In the end, the winner was obvious even before the judges announced the results. I've never been one to glorify blonde jokes but some there gave me a reason to believe them. She didn't know what her own surname meant. Imagine.
The Mr NYSC contest was no better. Dumb guys and a short one too. There was this particular guy i though was going to win but he didn't. He was tall, handsome, good diction, excellent answers and all. In the end, a beefy looking guy(not muscular o. Beefy. With a slight beer paunch) won. I wasn't too surprised though. The chief judge could hardly construct one English sentence without lading it with enough mines to make Angola and Sarajevo seem like a nursery school play pen.
Anyway, back to the topic at hand. We slept in Paiko that night to the serenade of frogs and the kisses of mosquitoes. I had to wake up and wear my socks in the middle of the night when I could not take the sucking any longer. Service was held in one of the classes in the morning (don't ask me about baths and all). Saw Busayo for the first time that morning and her face with the Brandy-like smile stuck in my head (am saving her for later). The preacher was the immediate past president of WCF (G-Papiose) as they call him. He worked up quite a storm, figuratively speaking. At one point, I was fearful for the ground, such were the urgency and power in his steps that I feared that by the time he finished, the floor will have been cracked. After the message, the president came on and made the usual pitch about you-know-what (and I'm not talking about an altar call). Some felt obliged to come out after several calls. And I'm dropping the rest of it. After the service, we had a photo-shoot session then left for Minna.
Minna is a beautiful city. Has nice views too. Went with Imx to his crib. As usual, there was a power shut-out, outage, shortage or what ever. Imx slept off as soon as we got home but I watched a movie for a while before I also succumbed to the arms of lady sleep. After about 3 hours of deep sleep, I woke, had my bath and ate brunch. That day was coincidentally Ebere's birthday (He's a friend from school) and we went to his house. Sanmi Oro was also there and they regaled me with stories of Mr Orotic Aciduria. It was all fun and we later left for Paiko again.
Uneventful as usual. That Sunday also happened to be graduation for Peer Education and Training (PET) and they held a rally. The bonfire night was also held that night but we didn't stay. We just caught glimpses of it. We left for Minna about 10p.m and got home around 11p.m because we branched at Yahuza to get dinner. Imagine beef suya and Yoghurt for dinner. A flex gan o.
I'd planned on leaving early the next morning but I woke up late and didn't get to Bida at just about 8. Barely made it to work on time.
That Monday, pay rolling for NYSC opened and we had to head to the NYSC secretariat again. On my way to the secretariat from home, I happened to witness part of the last rites processions for an islamic burial ceremony. It made me pause for reflection about the ultimate end of every man. From the secretariat, I went back to FMC and witnessed another body just as I was closing. Small wonder I had nightmares that night.
Nuff said.
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