This is my first story, expect much.

*Though inspired by true events. This story is completely fictional. Names, deginations, places and events used in this work are ficticious. Any resemblance to any event, character, place or persons is only a coincidence.

Copyright © 2018
Dumnamene Dumte Jonathan





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Episode 1

It was during the closing ceremony of our NYSC orientation course at the NYSC Permanent orientation camp, Asaya Kabba, Kogi State that I saw for the first time, the acclaimed youngest Governor in Nigeria.
He came in a very long convoy of associates, party members, security personnel and press team. He was wearing a blue Gucci shirt, black trousers, and a shiny black Italian shoe. I got to know about the designer products from Gracie Kedie who stood beside me. She was literarily calculating the worth of each piece of clothing and accessories on the Governor.
The Governor was not as tall as I expected, but rather I observed that he was looking older than his official age. His Excellency, Dr. Asaya Bello arrived at around 1:30 pm, hours after the official closing ceremony ended.
He walked like royalty, of course he was. I admired the charisma in his gait.
We stood under the scorching sun in Platoon basis as we listened to the Governor round up his speech. The crowd cheered and I looked around confused not known the reason for the cheer did not hear much of what he said since I was neither paying attention nor interested in what he was saying.
*** *** *** *** ***
My mind had drifted away, with images and thoughts in my head; of home, of the friends I will miss, of the thrills and drills of the course and most especially, images of the 73 dead bodies given mass burial by the Benue state government. I thought of whose father, mother, sister, brother, uncle, aunt, benefactor etc. they were. I thought of their dreams and aspirations, then of how it just ended, with just a strike of sharp curved machete, or the piercing bullets of a new Russian AK47 or the crushing thud of rock cutouts.
I was now thinking of my relocation application when the thunderous ‘hurray’ of the other corp members stirred me back into consciousness. I quickly removed my cap, placed it on my right shoulder and waited for the next ‘hip hip hip’ command. When it came from Bayo, our overall parade commander, I joined in the ‘hurray’ stretching my right hand with the cap held straight.
“Louder! Hip hip hi…ip!” Bayo shouted again, his face showing all its veins and arteries. We repeated the hurray in rhythm with the swaying of our caps. The replace head dress command was given and we did beautifully as commanded.
I asked Grace why we did the ‘three hearty cheers’ again and she answered saying “The Governor promise everyone five thousand naira each” with a smile and an inquiring face at the same time.
“I did not hear him clearly” I said as if I was reading her mind.
*** *** *** *** ***
I prayed that my relocation application be approved as we covered up to be addressed by our ‘Mama Change’, the NYSC State Coordinator for Benue state. I had submitted my application backing it up with a medical report of illhealth whose ailment I did not even know the symptoms for. I remember the corp doctor that interviewed me ask “So what is your condition?” and I replyed “My doctor just told me that I had RA disorder. He talked more with my dad”. Most corp members that applied, me inclusive did so due to the security challenges in our states of deployment. Taraba and Benue were boiling with incessant killings by AK47 carrying herdsmen.

The state coordinator, maybe in her fifties, I had guessed the first day I met her was wearing a chalet green gown made of Asian fabric. Her golden brown hair glittered as sunrays played ‘bounce back’ on it. I stood there thinking of how pretty she must have been in her more youthful years.

As she climbed the rostrum, the OBS played her theme song and we clapped and mimed the song as most of us especially myself did not know the full lyrics, except for the last line of the chorus.

“Today am gonna try and change the world”

“My children” she began with a smile that revealed her nice little gapped-tooth. We have come to the end of the 2017 Batch B orientation exercise” she added in her sixteen year-old-like, soprano voice as she adjusted her glasses. We cheered and someone from behind shouted “Mamalawo”. We cheered again.

“Please listen to this brief announcement before retiring to your hostels. As I told you earlier today, for those of us travelling to Benue and Taraba, the state governments have arranged for your transportation right from this camp to the state secretariat in Benue and Taraba states. Buses will arrive later today from Abuja, Benue and Taraba and will convey under military escort”. She said smilling.
We cheered again as chants of federal government pikin, army go escort, army cover up… rang from behind.

“And for those of you who redeployed, I wish you the best. But … ehmm if you are not okay with your relocation, there is a provision for cancelling of relocation application. If that is the case, you can join us to Benue or Taraba as the case maybe”, she added as her voice receded into the “No” and cheers of those that applied and those that did not.

Episode 2

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As I walked in the essence of a recent military recruit in my six over seven, the thought of joining the army ran through my head. Most people at camp and even before camp had told me, ‘ Joe, why not pick form and join the army, you have the build” or “ Chai! Joseph army go fit you oh, see your height na”.

“Mene Joseph! Where are you going to walking like the camp commandant?” a voice inquired behind me.

“I know that voice” I thought to myself before turning to see her. She was Amaka Christianson, my camp crush, my Anambra beauty queen. She was looking radiant and dazzling in her six over seven and gave gave a lewd catwalk as if she pioneered it. Amaka had a fair complexion, average height and a models body to go with. Her makeover was flawless as she walked across wearing that smile that makes me forget her regimented the environment was. She had this gap between her this gap between her fronth teeth that gave her smile a sensual aura.

“Nwunye m, Obim, Amy m, Amaka nke Mene”, I teased as I held her hands. “I’m going to check my relocation status at that computer shop in Mami, why not come with me?” I added pulling her gently to myself. Her perfume indulged me for a brief hug as I savoured the aroma which seemed like an antidote for my anxiety. I felt a little kinky from the inside with a lush of two opposing forces.

My hands now few inches above her hips, “look at what you are making me do. See the way you are making me fall in love like a baby. I want to cry” I teased more mimicking a quavering voice.

“Babalawo! Abegi carry your Mamalawo commot for there before I disgrace you and your certificate”, a stern and austere military voice echoed from under a tree close to the OBS studio.

I freed her from my sinful grip and turned to see who the officer was. My eyes met with those of Sgt Sani, my platoon military instructor who smiled and signaled us to move on.

I held Amaka’s hand as we walked past the kitchen where officials were arranging our last camp lunch with less number of pots as most corp members now ate at Mami. Allawee. Too much money.

*** *** *** ***

“CHAI! WHY DEM go carry me go put for Enugu now, them no see Anambra wey I put for the form?” I murmured as we strolled back from Mami. I had been relocated but not to my choice state of redeployment. I had chosen Anambra because the state paid state allawee and it was relatively close to my home state.

“It’s okay na, what about the rest of us that are going to Taraba. Your own is even better, Enugu is even close to the Anambra sef”, Amaka consoled as she brushed my shoulder with those lovely hands. She advised that I follow my heart if I wanted to accept the relocation or join her to Taraba.

I thought of the pros and cons, the intrigues and the humdrums of both states as we queued up to collect the five thousand naira gift money.

Then capriciously I said to her, “Baby, you know what? I am coming with you to Taraba. She seemed indifferent at my announcement which made me wonder if she heard me.

Later in the day, I sat with Amaka under the pavilion where most of our camp activities were held. She took my palm and sandwiched placing them on her laps.
For a moment, silence filled the space between us, and I knew some kind of a bombshell was in the pipe. She stared into the parade ground as if she was recounting the drills, ‘shuns’, ‘attentions by number’ and the kado-kados’ that had taken place there for the last twenty days. Some corp members were already leaving with their baggage.

“JOE, WHY ARE you this uncommitted? Why do you seem so unserious with important issues”, she broke out in a voice that seemed like that of an angel; still looking at the field.
I looked at her, not knowing what she was talking about or so I thought. “Is it because I just changed my mind about relocation?” I asked retrieving my palm from hers.

“No”, she answered, now looking into my eyes. “Okay, that is also part of it. You seem to make and take decisions erratically, before I can even say Jack Robinson. You are not even serious with me”.

My eyes widened and I felt my hairs responding to stimulus my brain cannot fathom.

You behave the same way you do around me with other Grace, Success, Faith, in fact with all the girls you talk to on camp, if not all the girls on camp”, she continued with a look that mothers give their sons when advising them about girls.

“Hmmm!” was all I could say, looking away from her searching eyes; that could tear into your soul for every bit of clues? I adjusted on the chair and crossed my leg as if in thought. I could not think of anything but had a million questions in my head without answers. “How unserious have I been with serious issues?” I thought as I looked back into her eyes, trying to find something, something that that she wanted to hear, something that would end this mum and son prep talk. The more I inquired by looking deep, the more her eyes pulled me back with faint screams inside the pupils haunted by the lingering encroachment of desire. I found nothing, nothing to build upon.
The feeling was like that of a powerless hypnotist or should I say I was the hypnotized.

“Now, you know we are leaving camp tomorrow but until this moment, you’ve not even for once told me what is happening here. I mean what is going on between us or how you really feel about me. All you do is flatter me with teasing Igbo names and tell me how you will save up your allowance to get a sex doll that looked just like me”, she said with a face full of disgust and disappointment.

I wanted to say something but the words did not form. For my breath was not even enough for my lungs; less for forming the words my heart could not put together? I wanted to tell her how much she meant to me, how much I admired her beauty, charisma, and above all her true personality. I just sat there. She was waiting for it; the words but they did not come. My mouth felt like a dark thick cloud that just cleared out without a drop of rain. Instead I returned my leg and held her hands, looking deeper now into her soul through those pretty eyes. She looked confused now, more like a victim of a frail seduction.

" I love you Joe" she said as tear bubbles gathered for a condolence visit around her lashes.
I wanted to say "I love you too" but what came out was more of a bombshell, it was a disaster; it sounded more like "I love me too".

Looking defeated, she stood up muttering under her breath, "he thinks this is a kind of joke? How did i fall for this…" "its ok, shit happens. Please for our sake, you need not come to Taraba if your decision was taken because of me", she concluded and turned to leave.

As she left, I said I was sorry even when I knew she would not hear it. I felt uneasy like a 10 year old whose mother just caught smoking rolled up paper in the toilet. I felt sweat around my nose, my heart beating faster, the feeling so intense that I could only but look helpless.
I watched her as she turned around the conner towards her hostel in a gait of the victor and the conquered simultaneously.

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The only Asaya Kabba I know is in Kogi. How come Benue?

Justeenaleo:
The only Asaya Kabba I know is in Kogi. How come Benue?

You prolly didn't read well. Benue corpers are poster to Kogi to serve as a result of insurgency and insecurity. Nice one op I'm on ur trail

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The Day After Asaya Kabba
Episode 3 ( The old fashion way)

I lay on my bunk in my hostel feeling guilty of love crimes. For I have played the seduction game unknowingly and I for one have now been seduced. The hostel felt different today, maybe because it was now almost half empty, or because my once quiet hostel was now noisy with chants of 'attention by number', 'remove boxers', 'remove panties', 'on the bed by number' echoed through the four walls.
Atala my bunk mate who used to be so reserved when he reported to camp was at the other end recounting his exploit especially with the female military instructors.
The noise receded into the background as I only heard Amaka's voice in my head. I saw her walking towards me with a cupid's arrow held in a cross bow. I was hallucinating, with only thoughts of her. She was dressed like 'The Catwoman' wearing her carnival mask. I closed my eyes but she was still there in the gait of a supermodel. She shot the arrow which on reaching me was a banquet of roses; both whites and reds with strips of blue.
I was losing it now, it was now psychological; I was going bananas. This was now more than a like, more than a crush, I was so in love now. She was all I could think of, all I could breath, all I was created for or so I thought.
What did she do to me? I had never felt this way. Not this kind of unease that has caused a cascade of butterfly sensations in my stomach. Was lust still playing pranks on my emotional integrity? I was supposed to be the player and not the played. I was supposed to feel this way but here I was not able to concentrate; as the seducer being seduced into love. To compound my misery, her love for me was an endangered if not extinct.
I picked up my phone and checked the time. '20:23' stared back at me. I dialed Amaka's number but the other end of the line was lifeless. I redialled four more times and there was no answer. The fifth time the operator informed me that "the number I was calling was currently switches off".
I thought to myself for sometime and decided to do it the old fashion way; I was gonna try no matter what. I got a plain sheet and pen from my bag and sat on my bunk. I wrote the most inspired love note of my life, wore my snickers and dashed out of the hostel.
*** *** *** ***
I got to hostel B1 were Amaka stayed. Some campers were still outside. I asked MfonAbasi, the hostel governess who was doing some laundry to help me fetch Amaka.
MfonAbasi came back with a croaky smile. "She said she does not want to see you mbok", she said as went back to her business of the evening.
"Please, can I enter the hostel? At least the inner doorway where she can hear me", I begged with a wink almost on my knees.
She saw the desperation and persistence in my eyes and went back into the hostel. There was Murmuring inside as she informed the hostelers that a male was coming in. "Joe, you can come in now, and please do not go beyond the first bunk", she said and followed me as I did not let her finish.
I dashed into the hostel, looked around but could not see her. The room was poorly lit but I was certain she was there somewhere.
"Amaka, Amaka Christianson", I called out from the entrance still scanning the semi-dark hostel. "I know you are here and can hear me. I tried calling but you did not take your calls so I had to come and deliver the message myself", I continued as I went for the note in my pocket.
Some poorly clad girls where now sitting on their bunk while others stood beside it all staring at me, waiting for the drama unfold.
I was mentally selecting the right voice to compliment the atmosphere I wanted to create even in the presence of the concomitants in the hostel's matrix. I felt grains of sweat growing around my nose. ' Thaa! I no send no body, A man's gat to do what he's gat to do. Besides no one gets anything precious these days without dropping a sweat'.
"
*Dear Amaka
Love can have its mysteries, some strange enchanted notion. I can't explain how it began; a feel, a smile or a portion. I can't explain what went off in my head, the first day we met. I was so stupid and insensitive to talk about sex dolls. One glance at you was all it took, to sweep me off my feet. I wanted to be sure or maybe I was shy, afraid or both at the same time and it took so long to realize how much I love to be with you. Everything seemed to go wrong you know. I fooled around playing the field but now I know your love is real. I still believe there is a reason, there is a meaning to why we are here, why I am here now. I'm no prophet but I see a bond that is unbreakable, I see chemistry. And now that I'm sure it is so real, I'm going to let the world know that I am yours forever. I know I have not treated you right, but I won't lose you without a fight …*
"
This was all I could read, there was more but I folded the note and returned it into my pocket. I was now in a state of ecstasy, where all the emotional electrons I had in me were no longer in there ground state, but ehmm...excited.
I stood there almost speaking gibberish but when I had my cool back I said "Amy, I love you and there is nothing you can do about it".
Standing there with expectations in my eyes, expecting a miracle but nothing happened, except for the "Owhh, Ohh my Gosh, lover boy and _chai yaah"_ that filled the air since the genesis of my letter.
The embarrassment was now creeping into my head. What have I done to myself, what a let down, what a disappointment. What was I even expecting? I turned to leave but my legs were dead. I took a deep breathe
of life, a breathe of defeat sandwiched in satisfaction, one that gave a gimmick of life to my legs. I was now at the door. She was now determined to leave without me. She waited so long and now i have lost her.
"Joe", the voice so clear called from behind, I turned around and there was my miracle, my prize walking through the dim darkness towards me. She was wearing a pink chiffon nightie.
I stood still like a palm tree in a windless afternoon. I was breathing fast and my heart pounding under my chest.
Was she here to give the final bombshell, to tell me how much of a loser i was? How much I have pushed her away after making her feel so much love for me?
I just stood there expecting no good.

The Day After Asaya Kabba
Episode 4 (The Kisses)
SHE WAS RIGHT in front of me now. I could see her face, she had been bawling. The tears around her eyes glittered in the poor light. I walls of the hallway appeared to close in on us. I could not resist but to admire her even in my misery of trepidation. Her breast pushed against the soft material with the vigor of and agile soldier holding his fort.
I wanted to say something but shuttered before the words could form. We just stood at attention, looking at each other.
As I tried to say I was sorry, she placed a finger on my lips and said “Will you just stop talking?”
She held me and planted a kiss on my lips.
This was more than the assurance I needed, more than the miracle I expected. I felt my nerves and neurons relaying the disaster from my lips through my body to the entire room. It was so sensual that I felt packs of lightening in my shorts.
She placed her right foot on mine as she savoured and devoured my lips.
I was helpless here. I could not believe it. I was way past my elastic limit and was literarily shaking from the upshot of her invasion. She was so good at whatever she was doing. My eyes were closed but I could still see her.
The hostellers were shouting “kissing by number, score one, score two” but it seemed to be coming from a village afar of. I was no longer there, no, maybe I was now in Kissville; a place of exothermic kissdom where the euphoria of immorality dwells.
As our lips crashed against each other, I held her so tight and clingy, not wanting to let go. I wanted to stay here forever, never to blink. Never to grow old of time for the ticking of the clock was the enemy, in that moment that shouldn’t exist.
She broke the kiss. Why? I wanted more of this feeling, this effect that I could not comprehend. I was good at kissing but this was the goddess of Venus herself kissing me to the moon and back, she was so good.
“I love you Joe” she said looking into my eyes with her hand caressing the soft of my ears. “I love you more” I replied with a stress on the third word, you mean so much to me. She kissed my neck and whispered “Goodnight Joe”.
I left the hostel like I won the American visa. I was so lifted in spirit or should I say my body, I did not even feel the ground underneath. Through the small path that led to my hostel, I trod not minding the grasses that were eager to touch me like fans reaching out to their stars.
Suddenly, something dragged me to the corner into the darkness. The darkness that brought evil into the world; the darkness where capabilities trod and the corrupt prospered. The hands that dragged me were soft and tender but with a danger I could not decipher. “Joseph! It’s time” the assaulter said in the voice of a female bee as she stopped under the cashew tree. I was kind of enjoying the drama. Was this a kidnap or what? Not today, not tonight.
I stood trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness, the assaulter was a lady and from her voice I knew she was in her mask. “What the f**k do you want Success?” I said angrily or maybe I wanted it to sound that way because I was far from angry. I knew the script that was about to be played out and I was pretty happy that I am gonna be one of the cast in the movie of the night.
She placed her left hand on my chest “what I always wanted since inauguration”. I could not believe that I had guessed right, oh! What a night. So you want me to have the cookie right here? I asked not expecting an answer.
Right there, Déjà vu took its toll. She gatecrasher her lips on my mouth and kissed me. I was enjoying the night, after all it was our last night in the Asaya. My effort to have yielded with Amaka and here I was about to light the candle of Success lighthouse. I fought back with my expertise; two women cannot win in just a night. I was just all over her. I engulfed her like a python and the egg of Ozz. “Wait, we can’t do this here” I said retrieving my prowess.

hmmm, y b say na kogi u fifu are doing this,
na my M do im own for asaya with the ugly guy and now u. me too beta go kogi and av a feel

SEALL:
hmmm, y b say na kogi u fifu are doing this,
na my M do im own for asaya with the ugly guy and now u. me too beta go kogi and av a feel

Asaya is a goal...

The Day After Asaya Kabba
Episode 5 (Sinful Watchtower)


As we climbed up the ladder of the military watchtower behind my hostel. Fear mixed in the sauce of adventure and creamed in sexual pleasure tasted sour in my mouth. This was the best place to do it as nobody would expect us to be here. After all, the camp light was now off, and everyone was now in their hostels except birds of my exact feathers that still perched in the darkness with their successes.

She held her mask around her neck. She looked so inviting as she placed a finger in her mouth and licked it in such a way that seconds seemed like hours.

I got some clothes and shorts from the railings of the tower and improvised a small mattress.

She was wearing her white PT and a white sleeveless top. Her breasts was a D-cupped size 34 and stood firm in the in the cotton material.

Pseudo-nervously, I asked her to remove her top and she did without hesitation, throwing too far that it went straight to the ground, two stories away.
She made her hands towards me and I took it, sliding my fingers between hers.
I brought it to my mouth and kissed the back of her soft hand.
My first tourist site was her full b©©bs that was crying for attention. I ran my fingers around the contour to the blight of the now hard nipples while I kissed her neck. Her slight moan intoxicated me for more.

After a minute or two tending to the glands, I kissed them, cycling my tongue around the stone hard nipples and to the her cleavage.

I laid soft kisses all the way down to her belly button.

She was breathing heavily and louder moans escaped her lips.

"Give it to me Joe " she said between a moan.

The apogee of the night came when her heartbeat rhymed with mine and "streamy sprouts" of hot exudates from my meat drew fancy glitters on her stomach in the poor light of the Asaya moon.
She was almost convulsing as she made involuntary jerkings which got me terrified at first.

We got dressed and climbed from the two story deck of the tower. I ungentlemanly made for my hostel as Success search for her top which landed not too far from the ladder.

"Joe, you lasted for only one hour twenty three minutes. Ehrmmm, it was good and I loved it. Hope we do this some other time." She threw as only a silhouette of her wearing her top was visible.

"LOL, that was just a quickie, it was kinda clammy and that is why the time was that short." I threw back staggering in the whistling wind of the curtain of night.