hotswagg12:
Thanks for the back to back update. You finally did justice to why Angela should go ahead and marry Prince will. Kudos bro.

You mean she should marry Prince will and remain miserable for the rest of her life?.

According to Mignon McLaughlin, “A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.” Angela is not in love with this guy,and should not even make that mistake.

Another fact is the red flags. He is self centered, rude,snobbish,manipulative and a cheat.

The reasons why there is a lot of divorce cases and spouse killing one another revolves around ignoring red flags in a relationships.

Let's remove Michael from the picture here,but I will never advice my sister to fall into such contraption in the name of marriage.

I will always be a brand ambassador of the saying, "broken engagement is better than broken marriage."

Mr Abdul thanks for the last update on your site. The commander is a savage,na him fit those ajebotas lol.

Looking forward to more updates everyday.

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You mean she should marry Prince will and remain miserable for the rest of her life?.

According to Mignon McLaughlin, “A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.” Angela is not in love with this guy,and should not even make that mistake.

Another fact is the red flags. He is self centered, rude,snobbish,manipulative and a cheat.

The reasons why there is a lot of divorce cases and spouse killing one another revolves around ignoring red flags in a relationships.

Let's remove Michael from the picture here,but I will never advice my sister to fall into such contraption in the name of marriage.

I will always be a brand ambassador of the saying, "broken engagement is better than broken marriage."

Bro there is no need for all this long epistle. Now do you expect Angela to lose all she has worked for because Michael who is no where to be found. Am not in support of Angela getting married to Prince will but after her discussion with her father, she has only one option which is going back to Prince will.

hotswagg12:
Bro there is no need for all this long epistle. Now do you expect Angela to lose all she has worked for because Michael who is no where to be found. Am not in support of Angela getting married to Prince will but after her discussion with her father, she has only one option which is going back to Prince will.

Sorry if my write up was long,We were just having a conversation.

Back to the matter. I understand your view,but I still believe her relationship with Prince will is a toxic one,a time bomb.

Marriage is a lifetime journey, and we need to think well before going into it.

As for Angela, she is beautiful,intelligent and a goal getter,she will get a better man trust me.

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Sorry if my write up was long,We were just having a conversation.

Back to the matter. I understand your view,but I still believe her relationship with Prince will is a toxic one,a time bomb.

Marriage is a lifetime journey, and we need to think well before going into it.

As for Angela, she is beautiful,intelligent and a goal getter,she will get a better man trust me.

Yeah Angela is beautiful and all that but getting her career back on track is tied to her relationship with Prince will. Have you thought of what she will do apart from acting?

She won't have a problem getting a decent man but it will be at the detriment of her career which she is not ready to give it up.

hotswagg12:
Yeah Angela is beautiful and all that but getting her career back on track is tied to her relationship with Prince will. Have you thought of what she will do apart from acting?

She won't have a problem getting a decent man but it will be at the detriment of her career which she is not ready to give it up.

Her career is important but her sanity and hapiness matters the most. She has the talent, and don't forget most time in showbusiness negative news turns out to brightened people's career lol. Let's watch how things unfolds.

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Her career is important but her sanity and hapiness matters the most. She has the talent, and don't forget most time in showbusiness negative news turns out to brightened people's career lol. Let's watch how things unfolds.

Don't forget that she has been blacklisted from the movie industry. So she is out of job.

hotswagg12:
Don't forget that she has been blacklisted from the movie industry. So she is out of job.

Blacklisted by her present employer, not the whole movie industry, so she still got her chances. All she need is a good PR manager and come out to tell her own side of the story and boom she is back. Mind you there are more than two sides to a story.

adeabdul2, I understand, buh even if na one update, post am make people know say you neva forget this tory. RESPECT!

Infinite Love 120



He entered the building and found the receptionist there who was finely clad in Hausa native attire and he stated his business and she was surprised.


“Why are you applying late? This is practically the last day that you’re coming and the slots are already full.”

“Oh, I’m very sorry ma. It is because I had trouble getting the money on time. But I have it here now.”

He could see she was hesitating. She must have already thought her job of handling recruitments were done and he was coming to bring in a whole lot of work for her again. He could see she was on the fence about whether to assist him or send him away. He thought of the note from his new friend Tessy the traditional
king of Delta and immediately handed it to her. She took one look at him and
went into the office behind her while he waited in the hall. She came back soon afterwards and asked him to follow her. She led him to a door marked “Principal” and they both went in to reveal two men. One in Nigerian Air Force military uniform while bent over the seated, more laid-back obvious principal
with glasses and long-sleeve shirt. Michael already held the principal in high regard. He was an elegant man, greying at the temples, dressed neatly but simply. He didn’t show his wealth with extravagance like the rest of the staff seemed to do. The only overly expensive thing he had on was his watch; Bretlin.
A shining all black aviator’s watch complete with a chronograph and a compass.
He was obviously wealthy. A retired pilot with a wealth of experience to teach and lead the FACO. Michael wanted so much to be where he was in a couple of years.

“So, you’re taking all of them, then?” he asked the military officer standing beside him.

“Yes, sir. All of them.”

“How long did you say, it was?”

“Hard to say exactly but it should be around three to five weeks or it could be sooner. As soon as they are ready we will let you know and bring them right back.”

“And
will you be taking it easy with them, this time?”

“We
have to do what we have to do.”

“Wow!
Will they all come back in one piece?”

“I
can’t promise that all of them will come back or that they will be in one-piece
sir.”

“Wow!
Erm…yes, Nofisah come on.” The principal motioned for his papers from the
receptionist.

“He
says he has everything with him sir.”

He
quickly skimmed Michael’s documents while the stern looking officer regarded
Michael slowly and intensely until he felt uncomfortable and adjusted his
stance.

“Hello,
young man.”

“Good
afternoon, sir.”

“You’re
quite late.”

“I’m
sorry about that sir.”

“What
do you think Commander Datijo?”

And
the stubby officer stared glaringly at Michael and simply said; “It’s fine, let
him come sir.”

“Thank
you, sir.” Michael responded but he’d looked away.

“Well,
how can we reject you when you’re just in the nick of time and you have such a
high recommendation from a highly decorated officer?”

“Thank
you, sir.”

“I
hope you have your belongings with you because you will be leaving in a few
hours.”

“Erm…wha..?”

“Nofisah,
please get him ready along with the rest for JB.”

“Yes,
sir.”

Michael
was so grateful that he nearly broke his neck from bowing so much. Back at the
reception she directed him.

“Are
you with your fees?”

“Yes,
ma.”

“Go
to the bank beside the library to get a bank draft and then come back here.”
She spent the afternoon getting him running around back and forth doing all the
registration as she attended to the other candidates who arrived with their
families and their luggage ready to begin their tuition. He was indeed grateful
for having arrived at the very last day and also seeing the others with their
families made him miss his own.

His
father would’ve loved nothing more than to be there with him but he was gone.
His mother could barely leave the house without assistance and couldn’t survive
the trip down to Zaria, his brother and grandma had to stay at home to take
care of her. Dayo would’ve been there but he was on the run from the police as
well as the local mafia in Bayelsa. His other friend Onos couldn’t leave his
young family and Angela, well…he had to keep putting his mind off of her,
otherwise he might just run back to Lagos.

After
a few hours the reception and the waiting room were nearly packed with
candidates and the car park was full of expensive visitors’ cars. It was
obvious that only the wealthy could afford to send their children there. This
was a school for either the rich or highly connected. After having just
finished the registration process he sat in the waiting room and watched the
candidates and it was obvious to him that he was the poorest of them all which
was a little intimidating. Sitting there and watching their expensive cars pull
up and drive off, their families coming and leaving them as well as their
luggage of different sizes in imported tastes while he had only his bag pack
that he was hiding from view.

Sitting
there in his old polo shirt since most of his clothing had been lost while
running from Inspector Martin. He suddenly wished he had used some of Dayo’s
money to buy some new clothes at the very least but everything happened so fast
and he wanted to use the money on absolutely the bare necessities. But compared
to the rest of the candidates in the waiting room, he certainly looked more or
less like their houseboy.

“Aliyu!
Salam aleikum.” One candidate went over to greet the tall huge one in a group
of his friends mostly in very expensive Guinea garments along with the
traditionaly Hausa cap depressed one on side of the top while the others wore
expensive suits.

“Wa
aleikum salam, Jameelu. You finally came!” the huge one obviously the leader of
them responded.

“Ee,
my flight got delayed and so we had to charter a private plane. Thank God, Baba
has a friend who runs a charter company.”

“Masha
Allah.”

“Yes,
Alhamdulillah.”

“Yes
and hopefully, by the time we’re done here, you too will be running your own
private charter very soon.” Another one of the group said the one in a suit.

“Oh,
I don’t know about that yet.”

“What
do you mean, mallam?”

“Well,
gaskiya I’m not entirely sold on the whole idea of this flight school thing,
honestly.”

“So,
is there something else that you would rather be doing?”

“Well,
I was actually set on studying abroad for a while now. This country just
doesn’t seem to suit me at the moment. And my father knows this but he wants me
to give FACO a trial before he is willing to let me go to Yale.”

“Subhanallah!
Jameelu, what is your problem with this country? Every time we see you, it is
either Europe this or Dubai that? Me kefarua ne?” a slender one in shiny green
Guinea brocade blurted and the rest laughed.

“Don’t
mind, Jameelu, aboka nayna. It is the breeze in Nigeria that is his problem.”

“Ehn?”

“Yes,
it is too dry and it is disturbing his skin wallahi!

“Oh,
so he needs snow, gaskiya?”

“Exactily!”
and the rest including the Jameelu himself began laughing. After over hearing
them all Michael felt smaller in his seat.

“Private
planes? Dubai? Yale? Where do these people come from?” he thought.

“But
seriously, who knows why the air force is here?” one asked the rest.

“I’m
not sure, Mustapha. But the last time the military were this many in FACO it
was back in the military regime.”

“Aliyu
you are a legacy, right? Have any of your brothers or even your father said
anything about this?”

“Baba
and I saw them when we came last week and he absolutely refused to say anything
besides telling me to continue the family tradition and not dishonor him.”

“Well,
I am not getting myself involved in any air force. I am simply not cut out for
military life.”

“Jameelu,
you are not cut out for any kind of Nigerian life.” Mustapha said and the rest
laughed again.

Michael
listened attentively and envied their relationship. They obviously knew their
selves well before coming there. School friends or family friends maybe? They
made his miss his own friends.

Just
then a lady walked into the building, she had on a small chest length white
Muslim hijab over her long elegant yellow gown. She handed her papers to the
receptionist before she was directed to go wait in the waiting room along with
the rest of them.

When
she got close, Michael could see that she was pretty but her face was stern
almost angry looking as if someone had upset her just before entering the
building. And he also noticed that no family member or friends had dropped her
off. No other candidates had come alone besides himself.

The
receptionist and the rest of the candidates and Michael stared at her. She was
the only female candidate among them. As she opened the glass door of the
waiting room it fell silent. She scanned the room briefly before coming in and
ignored all the rest to go to Michael.

“Excuse
me, is this the waiting room?” she asked a stunned Michael.

“Ye..yes.
This is the waiting room.”

“Thank
you” She said simply and sat down grimly and without a word to anyone else.

They
were all suddenly interrupted by the loud banging close of the door as another
candidate entered with an even louder greeting.

“SALAM
ALEIKUM, MY PEOPLE! Fubby’s in the house!” he was a smiling bright faced slightly
chubby guy in sunglasses. Just a little younger than Michael with a peculiar
punk afro in an elaborate dress. He had on a white jacket on top of a Ghanaian
dashiki and finished it off with a big bright yellow and lemon green sneakers.

“Allahu
Akbar!” Mustapha said.

“Subhan
Allah. What is that?”

He
swaggered off to the receptionist before sauntering to join the rest of them in
the waiting room.

“Hello,
my people. How’s it going guys?” he asked going over to join Aliyu’s crew.

“Hey,
look here. The circus is not in town yet. So, go and change.” Aliyu said and
afterwards they all basically snubbed him after that.

“You
all need to recognize good fashion, boss.” He said but they had already turned
their backs to him. So, he came over and sat with Michael.

“I’m
Michael.”

“Fubby!
My name’s Femi but my friends call me fubby.”

“Nice.
Cool shoes.”

“Yeah?
Thanks, boss. I like your…um your Polo shirt.”

“Thanks.”

“My
dad told me to dress low key but I thought, nah man. You either go big or you
go home, right boss?”

“Right.
Er…boss.” He basically got the courage to talk to the guy after the others made
fun of him but he genuinely did like him and his funky style.

“Alright
everybody, gather round!” the stern looking officer and the principal came into
the reception area and all the candidates gathered about them.

“Hello,”
the principal said “today you are all meant to start your session at the FACO
but there’s been a new development. Just before you start your college you are
all mandated for a physical training with the air force base at Pyom, Plateau.
Now I know this wasn’t brought to your notice prior to now but this training is
mandatory before your full acceptance to FACO. Failure to complete this
training will lead to your full and utter disqualification from your admission.
So, I urge you to do the right thing and follow commander Datijo. I wish you
all the very best. I hope to see you all after your three weeks of training.
So, take care and God bless.

Getting interesting the more…. When are we getting another update please

Thanks boss.

In order not to give unnecessary hope to anyone, let me just say that for now I can only update once a week and the next update will be by middle of next week.

Sorry about that. But that's just the way it is for now.

Tnx

Wonderful piece this is. It almost feels like a story from the heavens. Keep it up

Thanks for the update.

I started this on Behind, but then you stopped .
Anyway, I'm happy to be here. I hope I get to finish it on time

Infinite Love 121

The Mountain Path

“WHAT ARE YOU COWS WAITING FOR A BUS? GET UP HERE NOW!” the commander Datijo yelled down the new recruits still struggling to get even a quarter way up on the mountain after forty minutes of
climbing.


“This is so simple, wallahi.” He trotted
down again towards them like a mountain goat in its element. “Any goat can do this. SO STOP WASTING MY TIME AND COME ON.” He yelled at them again, waving and bounced up the mountain just as easily as he came down.

“How… does he do that?” Michaid said
breathlessly watching Commander D disappear in a flash up the mountain. He was in a group of the candidates up ahead on the mountain. After the principal handed them all to Commander D at FACO, the rest seemed like a daze of a bad dream.
They were all promptly packed onto an air force military vehicle and driving all the way down to the mountainous region of Jos. They had spent only God
knows how many hours in the van on a very bumpy ride that seemed to get them smashed into their luggage after four minutes and then they were dropped up on
the mountain base where the cool commander Datijo instantaneously transformed
his personality from a cool tolerant military personnel into the Devil’s slave
driver. No chance to rest, no food to eat, no congratulations for coming down,
just an order to scale a mountain that they couldn’t even see the top of from
the base.

“Subuhanallah…is he trying to kill us!”
Jameelu said to Aliyu. Michael was with them at the head of the group up on the
trail.

“I don’t know.” Aliyu responded. “Come on. Let’s
keep going.” He said. He was visibly the fittest of them all, tall lean and in
shape and even he was having a hard time getting up. But he was still their
unofficial leader giving it his all. Michael suspected he must have had a
military family. Probably grew up in at an army barracks or something as he had
their mannerisms.

“Wallahi, I…don’t know…how much more of
this I can do.” Mustapha said.

“Go and become a pilot, he said. Gaskiya,
it will be good for you, he said. Wallahi, Baba lied to me and in sha Allah, my
mind is made up! And I am leaving this country very soon.” Jameelu said.

Michael had half a mind to laugh about him
but he didn’t dare, because laughing would require energy and he had lost all
of his energy in the first ten minutes climbing up the mountain. Thank God he
had dressed simple today. His Polo shirt, chinos pants and plain tennis shoes
had made the climb less stressful for than for the rest of the guys. They had
on leather Italian shoes, long Guinea brocades and a heavy Atiku caps on, while
the rest wore suits, which were all ill-suited for climbing a mountain on a hot
day or in fact any day.

The first five minutes up on the mountain
some of the guys removed their caps. After about ten minutes the ones in suits
took off their suit jackets. In fifteen, most of the ones in Guinea brocades,
took off their long gowns and slung over their shoulders and began using it
like a towel to wipe away their sweats. And others even took off their shoes to
climb with only their socks on. So that by now, the group of high-class
aviation candidates who had been dropped off by their parents in posh cars
adorned in elegant attires looked a group of illegal poverty-stricken refugees
sneaking into the country by foot.

“SHWOP BANCK!” they heard a noise and
looked back to see someone falling down farther behind them. It was more like
crashing actually. Someone had crashed into the nearby tree brushes and while
the rest turned around and continued onwards, Michael noticed it was someone
wearing a colourful dress, no, a jacket due to the mix of unnatural colours
among the trees. It was Fubby. The guy he had just met who made such a grand
entrance and got snubbed by the rest of the guys. Michael had struck up a
conversation with him mostly out of pity for the little embarrassment the other
guys showed him. But ever since then, he nearly regretted it because Fubby,
won’t stop talking.

“My father’s Abu Zubair, Owner of Zubby
Foods. You know him, right?”

But Michael didn’t. “Erm…no sorry. I don’t
know him.”

“But he’s the agricultural magnate? Zubaire
rice?” he said hoping to jog Michael’s memory but nothing clicked. “Zuba
Flours? Boss, you must have heard about Zuba flours right, that’s where all the
noodle companies get their raw materials from?” he said again, staring blankly
at Michael as if he must have crawled up from under a rock not to know him or
his father’s businesses.

“You don’t know him? Where are you from
boss?”

“Lagos.”

“Oh, Lagos! I’ve been to Lagos. My brother runs
a business there. That city is INSANE!” he said with emphasis on the last word.
Michael got the impression Fubby was the type of person who could talk about
anything even the most mundane things and make them sound interesting with his
constantly emphasized words at the end of almost all his sentences.

“After one week in Lagos, I was about ready
to leave Lagos, boss. The stress of that city is CRAIZE! So, I can back to
Abuja where things are normal, boss. Since my dad won’t let me go back to
Canada anymore. He says I have to get my education here in Nigeria or he would
kick me out of the house, MAD O!”

“Okay.” Michael said politely not trying to
be rude to him especially since Fubby was the only person paying any attention
to him. The rest just kind of ignored him after sensing he wasn’t highly
connected or rich like the rest of them. He was a nobody fortunate to get a
scholarship or something in FACO. But after a while Michael grew tired of his
contant chatting and hoped he might get tired soon and give his mouth or even
him a rest. But Fubby just kept on talking his ear off. He even rapped
intermittently.

“Yes boss. I’m F to the E, M, I. Friends
call me Fubby, I know I look fly.

He told Michael all about himself and his
hobby, his family, his family and everything else Michael never asked to
know. He had been sent to study in
Canada…

“Political science and human relations can
you believe that, ME?” but had switched without his parents’ consent and
knowledge after receiving a revelation to become a Hip-hop artist.

“I’m a rapper man. That’s me! I’m an
artist. I also tried modelling for a while but all kind of crashed after my
pops found out and had me return to Nigeria, MAD O!”

Even all through their rough trip he kept
on talking.

“OUCH!” he’d complain time and time again
“Even canned sardines get better treatment than this. This is INSANE!” his
jabbering didn’t make the road trip any easier for Michael and by the time the
alighted from the van. He quietly and discreetly left his side and stood next
one of the posh Northerners who instantly ignored him which he was fine with,
because all he wanted was just some peace and quiet away from Femi, I mean
Fubby.

But now as Michael looked down at him from
his higher position on the mountain, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for the
chatterbox. The poor guy looked like totally out of place with his colourful
attire in such a merciless place. He was still hauling up his luggage while
most people seemed to have kept theirs somewhere. He was panting and struggling
so badly that Michael felt compelled to go and help him. So, he looked back at
his former unconcerned companions who had moved up ahead without him and
without a care and went down to help Fubby.

Going down was a little easier but still
slippery and so he had to watch his step, in order not slip in on the trees
lining the mountain path. On the way down he could see pieces of clothing items
that had been discarded in order to make the trek easier. Jackets, guineas,
caps, watches, shoes and he even saw a few bags that his fellow candidates had
left behind until he met Fubby, sitting on a rock on a side with jacket torn,
his sunglasses missing and flamboyant sneakers stained with sand and dust. He
sat dejectedly with one of his hands still on the broken handle of his luggage
and the other his small bag.

“Are you alright, man?”

“Oh…ME? I’m good…Fubby no…dey…tire, boss.
I’m on…FIRE!” he said and Michael couldn’t help but smile at his resilience. He
was exhausted but he was still rapping.

“Come on. Let’s get on this mountain before
nightfall.”

“Okay.” He said and immediately handed
Michael the heavy luggage making him instantly regretting coming back down for
him.

That’s how they trudged and trekked slowly
along until they barely see anyone ahead of them. They were the last of the
group. Michael had finally managed to convince him to take off his jacket and now
they were both finally down to wearing singlets. Michael had wrapped his polo
shirt on his head like a turban while Fubby tied back his jacket at the waist
and a face cap. It was just too hot a day to be fashion forward.

They trudged on slowly under the weight of
Fubby’s luggage. Michael couldn’t understand why one guy had to have such a big
load. Eery time he suggested they leave them he would adamantly refuse to go on
without his bags and Michael was afraid to leave him behind. He worried about
all the wild animals that could easily make a meal out of his chubby guts.

As they trudged on they panted more because
the air was getting thinner and more difficult to breathe but they at least had
the leverage of the temperature getting colder so the heat was less but Michael
could feel pressure in his ears until he could slightly hear some popping
sounds in them.

“Woah, my ears making music, MAD O!” Fubby
said, confirming to Michael that he was also feeling the same thing.

When they got to a corner on the path, they
saw her. The only female amongst them. The one who seemed to scowl at everyone.
Michael hadn’t seen her since the reception and he didn’t notice her when
coming down the mountain and now that he saw her, he was strangely relieved. As
if he had been worried about her without even knowing it.

“ZARA!” he yelled dropping Fubby’s big
luggage and went over to her where she seemed to be dusting sand off of her hijab
and readjusting it. He looked up at him at the mention of her name and for a
moment she seemed relieved to see and almost smiled.

“Hey, careful with my that boss, DAMN.”
Until she saw Fubby behind him and her stern look returned to her face.

“Hello.” She replied simply.

“Well, hello NURSE!” Fubby said they both
looked at him strangely trying to understand him.

“Are you alright?” Michael asked finally.

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m just resting.”

“I feel you my sister. Whoever came up with
this mountain idea, must be crazy, COMPRENDES?” He said again and she gave him
a blank look trying to understand him.

“Are you still rhyming? Aren’t you tired?”
Michael asked him bewilderedly.

“Rhyme is life, boss. You feel me? And she
understands me.” And he whispered to Michael “The ladies love Fubby, TRUST ME!”

“Oh, God!” Michael exhaled and Fubby came
forward extending a hand.

“They call me, Fubby.”

“I’m Zara.” She said visibly rolling her
eyes and ignoring his hand but she almost tripped as she stood up and so she
sat back down again.

“Ah!”

“Are you alright.” Michael asked.

“I’m…fine. It’s this shoe.” She said taking
off her shoes. They were not high heeled shoes but even their small heels would
making climbing the mountain considerably difficult for anyone to do and the
left shoe had the heel broken off while the right one’s heel was starting to
break off as well.

“Oh, I got it.” Fubby said and
instantaneously grabbing the right leg and before anyone could stop him. He
ripped off the heel and handed it back to her with a big grin as if he had done
her a huge favour.

“You broke my shoe!” she said shocked.

“Yes, I did. This way you now have flat
shoes that are better for climbing, GENIUS!”

Grudgingly, she nodded her head in tired
agreement as she put on her newly flattened shoes but she then looked down at
her bag and Michael knew she was contemplating the stress of carrying it again,
so he said.

“Don’t worry. I’ll help with your bag.”

“Oh, thank you very much, sir.”

“It’s okay. It’s nothing. Just call me
Michael.”

“Thank you, Michael.”

“You’re welcome, Zara.” And she smiled
genuinely and for the first time Michael noticed how pretty she was. She was
tall, slim with a long face and long thin nose. All beautiful features that
would make top models jealous, if only she cared enough to show it and smile.

“Fubby, I’m sorry but we’re going to have
to drop your big luggage.” Michael said and Fubby panicked.

“What? NO, NO, NO! We can’t.”

“We don’t have a choice. Zara can’t carry
her bag and I’m sure she needs it. I surely can’t carry Zara’s bag and your
luggage at the same time and you can’t carry both of your bags at the same
time.

“BUT…BUT!” he stammered.

“We don’t have time for this, let’s go.”
Zara said impatiently going up ahead.

“I need my luggage!” he protested.

“For what? Are you planning on opening a
boutique on the mountain?” he snapped at him.

“Hey, take it easy. When we get settled in
up top. We can come back for luggage, okay?”

He nodded vigorously “Yeah, boss. AWESOME!”
Michael tucked the luggage underneath a tree and marked it by wrapped one of
Fubby’s bandanas on it. Zara rolled her eyes once more and led the way

“Let’s go.”

As Michael picked up her bag and the two
started up after her.

“She likes me!” Fubby whispered in his ear.

“What..?”

“Zara. She likes me, mad RIGHT?” and
Michael nodded.

“Yeah, that is mad.

No I haven't stopped. I just slowed down a bit. Yes I am going to finish this God willing.

Jaylynn:
I started this on Behind, but then you stopped .
Anyway, I'm happy to be here. I hope I get to finish it on time

This fubby guy is really a case study and Michael likes Zara. Thanks for the updates.

You're welcome boss

Thanks for this Tonic. Wishing you speed in your composition. [color=#770077][/color]

Glad you like it boss

efeteb:
Thanks for this Tonic. Wishing you speed in your composition. [color=#770077][/color]

Infinite Love 122

WELCOME TO HELL

By the time they had reached the top of the steps to the mountain. The mountaintop had spread out into a roughly flat shape like a plain making the top of it easier to walk on or even habitable.

The ground was still hard like the steps had been but years of activity upon it had made it sandy and less hard and the air was cool too. It was wider than Michael had expected with a forest on the east side of it and three large buildings for housing.

The ground was still hard like the steps had been but years of activity upon it had made it sandy and less hard and the air was cool too. It was wider than Michael had expected with a forest on the east side of it and three large buildings for housing.

But
what they saw at the top of that mountain still gave them shivers of fear down
all of their spines.

There
was all manner of machinations out there on the plain. There were heavy logs of
wood, huge sand bags, a row of three-foot barbed wire fences for crawling
underneath, and pits, lots of muddy pits everywhere. The largest pit was
surrounded by lone bamboo fences and bamboo square roofing to cling onto in
order to get to the other side. Michael imagined only a monkey would be able to
escape that pit. There was another pit in the middle of high net ladder that
would be used to climb over the mud pit before one could get down easier down
twin logs.

There
was another pit that had a single pole on either side of it which were
connected overhead by a log and a single rope was hanging down from that log
making sure that the only to get to the other side was to swing Tarzan-style
over the pit. There were a few trees at a corner with a seemingly rickety
wooden ladders and ropes on either side of them where one had to climb the
trees using the ladders but get down by sliding down the ropes. Over all the
plain were pits, sand bags, barbed wires, logs and trees surrounded by a sandy
track that were all lined up dangerously like an obstacle course designed to
cause untold amounts of pain.

Michael,
Fubby and Zara already tired from their trek up the mountain almost fell over
their selves at the sight of their new home. Commander Datijo was standing
there motionless along with two other officers watching them as they arrived.
The rest of the candidates were all crumpled up into a heap in the shade of
nearby trees with worried looks on their faces. No doubt pondering what the
officers had in mind for them for the next few weeks.

The
only part of the plain without such machinations was the centre that seemed to
be a marching ground and had three poles for flags. Two of the poles already
the Nigerian flag and the air force flag up there while the three poles were
flag free.

Finally,
the commander motioned to the officer next to him who yelled.

“Cadets.
Attention!”

But
both from lack of experience and total exhaustion nobody seemed to move
significantly and so the commander sprang to life.

“GET
UP! YOU DIRTY STINKING COWS! GET UP AND FALL IN TO ATTENTION!” he jumped into
their faces and yelled and smacked and kicked them all until they were all
standing in rows with their hands on their sides, their weak chests puffed out
and their legs shaken.

“Where
do you think you are? At your parents’ house? This is Pyem mountain and we are
your commanding officers! We have been given the dirty job of turning you
meatheads into credible airmen. Do you know how or why we have been saddled
with this very ridiculous responsibility?”

Some
candidates shook their heads while a few murmured ‘I don’t know’ but the rest
just stayed quiet.

“ARE
YOU ALL DEAF? AM I TALKING TO DONKEYS? I asked you lazy slugs a question and
when your commanding officer asks you a question…YOU ANSWER!”

“Okay.”

“Yes.”

“Right.”

Came
the reply from the candidates and Commander Datijo shook his head and muttered…

“Ah
oozubillahi minna shaytaani rojeem” in disgust and started pacing in front of
them. I said do you know why we have been given this GOD-AWFUL RESPONSIBILITY?”

“No,
sir.” They said weakly.

“GODDAMMIT!
YOU ALWAYS ANSWER ME WITH A LOUD SIR, NO SIR!” he snapped.

“SIR,
NO SIR!!!” they yelled.

“You
people are GOATS!” he spat “Don’t you know you are now cadets of the Nigerian
Air Force?” he blared and the candidates exchanged quizzical and confused
looks.

All
they did was register to the federal aviation college, none of them registered
any air force duty.

“Are
you surprised? Some of you even looked SHOCKED! That doesn’t surprise me
because you are all exactly what you look like…a bunch of yellow-bellied
cowardly goats. A constriction into the Nigerian Air Force is one of the
highest honours of the nation and for generations many people had sacrificed a
lot to be where you are right now. But recently, with your lazy generation, the
REVERSE IS THE CASE! Since you are all mostly greedy cows who cares about money
instead of honour.”

“So,
to keep the supply of the nation’s military airmen supply the government has
made institutions like your famous provide us with auxiliary airmen in case we
the air force ever need one.”

“Oh
my God!”

“No
way!”

“Subhanallah!”

“Ya
say wetin?”

“I
don’t understand.” Michael said bewildered.

“Oh,
you don’t? Let me clarify it for you then. IN SIMPLE ENGLISH…the government has
made it mandatory to institutions like FACO to supply military trained airmen,
which you will be if you survive, to the Nigerian Air Force in case of
emergency. Which means, if ever the Air Force need pilots and you are in the
country, you will be called upon to provide air support to our troops. DO YOU
UNDERSTAND ME NOW?”

Michael
looked even more bewildered from comprehension so the commander added “Can you
imagine? After all my grammar he is still looking at me like a dunce.”

Michael
thought about all the times his father had told him about aviation school, all
the planes he would learn to operate, all the connections he would make, new
wealthy friends and all the airlines queuing up to pay him big bucks for
flying. His father made it all seem so easy, like a dream. But the reality
standing before him was more like a nightmare. A military conscription? That
was never part of the plan.

“And
look here. If you…or any one of you guys are thinking of turning tails please
GO AHEAD AND RUN! FACO has agreed not to train you unless you finish your
training here and all that huge sums of money you paid for admission…GONE!”

“What?
MAD O!” Fubby said and Michael just stared.

“But
I’m sure that judging by the cars I saw back there in Zaria you people don’t
even care about the money, do you? Your parents will only be too glad to dish
out another huge sum of money for their spoilt brats. But get one thing
straight. You will never be trained by FACO which is the number aviation school
in the country.”

“And
some of you may be wondering why FACO would ever agree to this…simple. They
have no choice when it comes to a directive from Oga at the top and it benefits
them too. They would be glad to have military trained, physically fit and
disciplined students who obey their teachers instead of the lazy spoilt brats
who go there for money. And disobey their teachers whenever training gets tough
and even threaten their teachers because their parents know the principal of
the school personally, forcing the school to produce mediocre graduates.”

“So,
this is also FACO’s way of saying ‘F**K YOU AND YOUR PARENTS’. NOBODY CARES IF
YOUR FATHER KNOWS THE PRINCIPAL. NOBODY GIVES A COWSH*T if your father knows
THE GOVERNOR!”

“Oh
my God! I am dead!” Jameelu thought he had always found it easy to get his
way once he threw around his family and his father’s connection but now, he
realized that their family may not work for him this time.

“SO,
YOU IDIOTS ARE NOW CADETS OF THE AIR FORCE. And here on Pyem mountain you will
be given the physical training of air force cadets, and if you survive this
training, you will have THE DISCIPLINE AND THE STRENGTH TO SURVIVE ANYTHING!”

“Of course, if this danger zone doesn’t kill us, nothing ever will.” Fubby
grumbled.

“Shh!” Michael shushed him.

“You will then finally go on to FACO for your flight training where you will treat your teachers with respect and take your training seriously and if you pass that, not only will you be giving the wherewithal to be successful in the aviation industry as a pilot but you will commissioned as a Wing Commander of the Nigerian Air Force.”

“Woah!”Michael said.

“Allahu akbar!” Aliyu exclaimed

“I would look good in that air force uniform!” Fubby said grinning.

All the cadets were getting their spirits high and dreaming about the benefits of starting with such a high ranking position.

"And that's not all. The top three cadets will get a sponsorship to Egypt to learn to fly the latest aircrafts in the world, making them some of the most sought after pilots in world!"

"Mad o!"

"Oh my God!"

"Wow!"

"Allahu akbar!"

"Look at them. I can see it all in their faces. You all are already dreaming of the rank and the salary and the rest of the benefits right? Well guess what...WE WON'T MAKE IT EASY FOR YOU!"

"Ah ah, why now Oga?"

"SHUT UP! YOU WILL SPEAK ONLY WHEN SPOKEN TO! Do you really think, we will allow a bunch of lazy half brains like you outrank us after only a few weeks of training? We have spent years getting to where we are and in just a few months you will all become our superiors, RUBBISH!"

"ERRANT NONSENSE. I would rather bite on hot machine gun bullets than salute and call you lots 'SIR!'. So, get it straight...we are not going to pamper you like they do in FACO and we are not going to pet you because WE ARE NOT YOUR PARENTS! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"How do I get to the nearest bus stop, I wonder." Jameelu thought.

As if he read Jameelu's mind he added "If you don't want to be here...there are stairs across the plain at the far end. It leads to the nearest town and out of here. So, do yourself a favour and use it, anytime. No questions asked. Just walk away. QUIT!"

At that moment, all the cadets seemed to consider the possibility of leaving that dreadful mountain for some place more relaxing and stress free. Michael thought about his father's dream for him and all the sacrifices he'd made to be there and realised that quiting was not an option. Aliyu looked suspiciously towards Jameelu who seemed to be about to make a move when he glanced back at Aliyu before staying back in line. Commander Datijo gave them a few minutes and waited and after seeing that they weren't moving he continued.

"Well, since you're all very foolish enough to stick around, then gather around on the field to begin your marching training."

"Oh."

"What again."

"Ah" the cadets grumbled. Clearly expecting a good nights sleep after their ordeal up the mountain.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Were you people expecting a red carpet reception here? I told you. Nobody will pamper you here. You are not celebrities and we are not your parents. Now fall in onto the field to begin your marching exercises. You chose to be here and this is how we welcome you. So, welcome...TO HELL!"

Thanks for the update. This commander Datijo is something else. Happy new year bro.

Thanks boss. Same to you.

Every piece from you is so refreshing. More ink to your pen and ideas to your Medulla.

Really? I'm so glad you think so boss

efeteb:
Every piece from you is so refreshing. More ink to your pen and ideas to your Medulla.

Bro, happy new year,, please give us update for January.. and end this camp of a thing

Thanks but be patient please. Remember all good things come to those who wait.

Bro .. hope u don't forget you are writing a story.. .. cos I no see update on blog... Happy new year

This story is cool but it is unnecessarily long.
A lot of characters and plays here are simply unnecessary.
Too many flashbacks.
Omo
My rating is 3/5

3/5 is very generous. Thanks boss

Kellzzyy:
This story is cool but it is unnecessarily long.
A lot of characters and plays here are simply unnecessary.
Too many flashbacks.
Omo
My rating is 3/5

Infinite Love 123

Hell's Angel

After their premium climb up the
mountain they were all expecting food and rest but instead got the information

that they’d been unknowingly put into an airforce recruitment program mandatory
for their pilot training and afterwards marching training. It was torture.
Having to hear someone blast ‘left’, ‘right’ atop a quiet
mountain in the evening after a long trek is not something anyone would like.

that they’d been unknowingly put into an airforce recruitment program mandatory
for their pilot training and afterwards marching training. It was torture.
Having to hear someone blast ‘left’, ‘right’ atop a quiet
mountain in the evening after a long trek is not something anyone would like.

Commander Datijo would blare at them;
“LEFT!” repeatedly, into their faces forcing them to respond when all they
wanted was to collapse on the ground.

“COME ON! MOVE YOUR LEFT FEET!”

And so, they would groggily make
to move whatever part of their body could respond.

“HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING BOY?”

“Ehn…what?” Fubby said tiredly.

“WHAT WERE YOU…? WERE YOU SLEEPING
ON YOUR FEET BOY?” he growled.

“Where…what?”

“What is your name boy?”

“Ehn?”

“ARE YOU DEAF, DUMB OR BOTH? I
ASKED YOU…WHAT IS YOUR NAME!” he growled even louder just inches from Fubby’s
face spraying him with saliva.

“Oh, Femi..ah ah mean FUBBY SIR!”

“PIGGY?”

“NO FUBBY SIR”

“Your name is PIGGY, PIGGY!”

“Umm.”

“NOW MOVE YOUR FEET…’ he commanded
and Fubby complied “YOUR ORDER FEET. THE LEFT ONE!”

And that was how their first
evening went. On officer yelling and spitting in their faces while they
struggled not to fall down. The marching training seemed to go on forever.

‘LEFT. LEFT. LEFT. RIGHT. LEFT.
RIGHT.”

Like the shrieking noise from a vengeful
ghost haunting them for the sins of their forefathers. Until, finally,
something somewhere in the chest of Commander Datijo where a human heart was
supposed to be, decided they had had enough misery for one day and let them go
to their dormitories.

What was supposed to be a
dormitory were two buildings fairly close to each other and they were made to
line up into two rows. Fubby lined up right behind Michael and could barely
keep on his feet with Zara not far behind them watching. Michael had to nudge
him awake many times. The two rows were led into the two separate buildings,
each one had a crest on its door and in the hall. The hall Michael went into
had the crest of a white horse on it with the word ‘Stallion’ above it. The
inside was spectacularly clean. Cleaner than Michael had expected with rows of
bunk beds on either side of the hall, arranged neatly with a foam, a pillow and
covers.

The cadets all entered warily and
gazed at their new accommodation. They hadn’t entered in too much when one of
them; Fubby, collapsed on the nearest bed to him just as an officer walked in
and they all stood at attention in salute to her.

“Hey, hey Fubby. Get up!” Michael
said trying to get him back up.

“No…no more left, mad o.” he
mumbled.

“Fubby, you have to get up there’s
an officer here.”

“Left, mad. Left, mad.” He didn’t
move anything except his legs obviously dreaming about marching again and
Michael gave up. He realized there was no way the boy was getting up as he was
too exhausted. The officer was distributing something to the other cadets and didn’t
notice him before she got his and Michael’s bunk.

“Hey! Get up.” She said tapping
his leg with her boot.

“Left. Mad o!” he said and she
looked at Michael in puzzlement who said.

“He’s just really tired, officer.”

“Is that right?” she said

“Yes, sir. I mean…ma”

She looked at Fubby lying there
for a while and Michael thought she would allow him just lie there until he
heard.

“GET UP YOU MAGGOT! WHERE DO YOU
THINK YOU ARE?” she yelled surprising everyone with her voice. It was almost as
loud as Commander Dee’s which sounded like a megaphone at the least. Fubby was
so startled that he immediately shot straight up from the bed.

“OW!” He hit his head on the top
bunk as he was lying down on the lower bunk.

“GET OUT HERE!” She yelled again
and he came out from under the bunk.

“Sir, yes sir.” He said to the
wall not to her as his back was turned to her and the rest of the cadet including
were trying not to laugh. Even the officer couldn’t help smiling at the sight
of him.

“I think he must have hit his head
too hard.” She said and everyone burst into laughter. Fubby turned around and
saw her but instead of seeing his superior officer. He just saw a woman, a very attractive one dressed neatly from head to toe in camouflage. With eyes dark and piercing, brightly peering at him from under her cap as she regarded him and his Casanova instincts kicked into play.

“Well, hello NURSE!”

“Ehn?” she said puzzled.

“Wow. Lady you look…HOT! Hi, i’m
Femi but my friends call me…FUBBY. Double oh seven, licensed, LOVE MACHINE.” He
said grinning holding out his hand to shake her hand and all the cadets in the
hall out of fear seemed to stop breathing.

“Did piggy just toast the
Sergeant?”

Michael thought.

“Are you matt?” one Fulani cadet
asked the one whose bunk was stationed opposite Michael and Fubby’s. It took a
while for Fubby to register what he said to be ‘Are you mad’ due to his accent.

“PIGGY, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?”
she yelled and he snapped back to reality and saw her uniform clearly for the
first time.

“Fubby, open your eyes man. It’s
Sergeant Seyi our commanding officer.”

“Sorry, sir. I mean..erm sorry
ma.”

“Yeah, you should be. STAND AT
ATTENTION, PIGGY!” she snapped and handed him items including; a locker key and
a name badge. She distributed the same items round to the rest of the cadets
and after she was done, she addressed them.

“LISTEN UP! For those of you with
butter for brains. I am Sergeant Seyi, your commanding officer and you are in
my squad; the Stallion squad. The others are the eagle squad. You will train
together and sometimes compete against each other. But your overall performance
will be scored and evaluated and as Commander Datijo said earlier; whoever
proves to be disciplined, brave and trustworthy, will reap the rewards of a
scholarship to Egypt and I would very much like that those top three cadets be
stallions. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

“YES MA!”

“Good. But also, there are rules!
Do you hear me? Are you listening?”

“YES MA!”

“RULE Number one; you disobey any
of the commanding officer, you’re OUT. RULE Number two; for any reason if you
cannot continue your training, you’re OUT. RULE Number three, every morning and
evening there’s a head count and if you’re not here for any head count, you’re
OUT! IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?”

“YES MA!”

“Finally, you are all expected to
keep this place as clean as you found it. Individual bunks, beds, uniforms and
shoes as well as personal hygiene must be kept spotless at all times otherwise
that is an infraction and RULE Number four; three infractions and you’re OUT!
IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?”

“YES MA!”

“Now, you all have to have your
baths and then its lights out! DISMISSED!” and with that she left leaving them
to get their individual lockers where they found items; three sets of uniforms,
a single bar of soap, toothpaste and toothbrush, a towel, tennis shoes and
boots. They scrambled to the bathroom which had a large open drum filled with
water that had frogs and tadpoles swimming in them.

“Should we go tell them that the
water is dirty?” Michael asked the cadet next to him, but he just shrugged him
off saying.

“Na frog, not snake.” And he saw
the others scooping the water absentmindedly and bathing with it.

“ACK! ACK!” Fubby screamed out.

“WHAT?”

“WHAT HAPPENED?” they others came
over to his bath stall to see what happened and he said to them with a foamy
face.

“I HAD FROG IN MY MOUTH, MAD, MAD,
MAD O!” he said and some hissed and walked away while the rest laughed him off
saying.

“Next time, CLOSE YOUR MOUTH WHEN
YOU BATH!”

…

After their baths and their headcount,
they all went to bed sleepily most of them were asleep within seconds of
climbing to bed. They wouldn’t even had had a bath if Sergeant Seyi hadn’t told
them it was mandatory. Most dreamed of leaving the mountain, Michael dreamed of
finally flying and Fubby dreamed about Sergeant Seyi herself, when he first woke up he thought he'd seen an angel. But she was the hottest thinghe had ever seen in a uniform so maybe she was.

"Mad o!" he mumbled in bed.
he had ever seen in a uniform so maybe she was.

"Mad o!" he mumbled in bed.