It was during the rainy season in the city of
Jos, Plateau State, located in the north central of Nigeria, with a relatively cold temperature, ringed by high mountains and valleys- a good reason people in Jos are athletic.
On 27th November, it was a public holiday in
the whole of Plateau State due to the
chairmanship and councillorship election that was scheduled on this day. Me, my house mates and some fellows from other lodges made arrangement to go swimming since we are not eligible to vote because we didn’t register our voters’ card in the state. Behind my Lodge, Mountains elicited it beauty, deep down the mountains there is a waterfall that produces sweet, cold and neat water with a very high current. We bought meat and juices, took our bags piled them with cream, combs, short wears and chocolate bars. I and a friend, Miracle alias Akpako started hiking the mountain so we could swim as much as we could before the rest would come to join us.
When we reached the peak of the mountain
we took a view of miles, to see what our eyes
could see, the serenity of Jos metropolis,
voters queuing up getting ready for the
electoral proceedings, scanty security men
milling around the whole places, we could even see some part of Bauchi state especially Yelwa, a bordering town. After taking panoramic view of the whole scene, we started straight to the God-made swimming pool. We pull off our shirts and trousers and left with
only shorts with our manhood dangling in it.
Coming from the north-west region where
things like this are uncommon, I had no
dexterity in swimming while Akpako from a
riverine area can even float on water, after
swimming for about 10 minutes, we agreed to
take a break before the others arrive, we got
out of the water shivering of cold, gnashing
our teeth, when we scurried out of the water
we went directly to where we kept our clothes
but they have grown legs, they have vamoose,
immediately fear gripped us, we became
frightened as hell, short of words and
devastated. We started quizzing ourselves as
if that will help solve the problem, ‘’could it be
that the monkeys in this mountain took away
the clothes,” Akpako inquired, ’’no jor, it can’t
be’’, I retorted. We couldn’t run back to the
water or even make a move to get back to our
lodge because we were all soaked in water
with our shorts clenching to our body thereby
revealing the shapes of our manhood and the
bisect of our backside. We summoned courage
and started searching every nook and
crannies, tree tops in case the monkeys to it
there but all our effort to finding the clothes
were futile. We almost gave up all hope of
finding the missing wears by sun-drying our
wet bodies, but something happened, we
started hearing some jeering laughter behind
us; it was my friends, the ones we have been
waiting for.
We later learnt they have been around for over 30 minutes, that was when they cart away the
clothes. We clustered in the little pool that was
half the size of a standard swimming pool. We
lasted longer this time until we got exhausted,
we made our way out of the water and settled
for meat, no one knew it was a dog meat until
we consumed all of it, some of us tried to
vomit the meat but we couldn’t, some even
cursed the dude that brought the meat, but of
what relevance? The deed has been done. We
chatted about it and blamed it all on our
gluttony too. We creamed ourselves, done our clothes and also performed the same ritual again, panoramic sight, it was the same in terms of serenity, voters are now dispersing with no sign of disappointment or hiccup.
This must be a peaceful, free and fair election, the type we have been striving to have.

Just the type i like, following! Nice work

You can still read the focal point of this story by reading d part 2 of it.

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