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My Life After Camp (NYSC) by Mayorleo(m): 3:41pm On Apr 16, 2020 |
Hello peeps I'm starting a fictional but interesting story here Here we go !! ***** My Life After Camp (NYSC ) Episode 1 Do you believe in fate? My love life with chifawu kicked off on a pinky start. She loved with all innocence and naivety of a teenager; trustful, faithful, innocent and not withholding. Actually, she was withholding one thing. . . Sex I was not worried at first. I loved the innocence that showed on her eyes whenever she looked at me, I love the smiles on her face when we are together, I love the fact that she almost couldn’t stay without me. We were always seen together at all times, so much that we were nicknamed "Love-birds". The next week after I submitted my ppa letter to Fed. Poly idah, I checked back to get a response from the human resource manager of the school. “young man, we’ve been waiting for you!’ he exclaimed after going through the copy of the ppa letter I had given to him. He searched his drawer for a file he had kept all the letters from corp members posted to the school. He brought out mine and handed it back to me. At the bottom page, an inscription had been made on my letter. It was directed to the coordinator, part time program (continuous education program) of the poly. He gave me the directions to the office block of the cec program and asked me to inquire about the coordinator. I met the coordinator on his way out. I had asked the secretary and he pointed to one stout man with thick lips, thick eyebrows with hairs protruding out of his ears and nostrils. He looked very irritated that I had stopped him from entering his car, but the look on his face changed when he saw I was a corp member. “can I help you?” he asked. I showed him my ppa letter and informed him I was posted to the unit. His looks brightened when he scanned through my letter. “let us go inside my office.” He said, leading the way into his nice office. We passed a general office with a secretary and entered the door that had the tag; “Director of Continuous education” and I sat on a sit, facing a desk with another tag “Dr. Aneide.” He explained to me how the continuous education program, otherwise called part time program at the poly works. It was a part time program introduced by the school for students who were engaged in full-time work or busy on the weekdays. The students attend lectures only on Friday afternoons and Saturdays, just twice per week. Not all departments where listed in the cec program as it was by the choice of the department to be enlisted. Any Head of department that wishes to include his/her department in the program must ensure that they provide at least three lecturers that will handle courses related to the department. The lecturers are paid on pay as you teach basis, with allowances for lectures, marking test scripts, marking exams and grading papers. He informed me that for the meantime, I would be handling some of the general courses offered by the students which included calculus (mathematics related courses). I was sort of in a disadvantaged position, I thought. I was to be attached to the cep unit, so I wouldn’t be getting allowances for the lectures I give, just the end of month allowance the cep unit will be paying me. The pay wasn’t all that wonderful, and I had to find an accommodation for myself. He asked me to return the next day so that the o secretary can open a file for me with my credentials, and give me the course outline and course content of the course or courses I would handle as the case may be. When I got to the hostel, chifawu was waiting outside. She had absolutely estranged herself from the other female corp members at the hostel. She claims they were ‘busy- bodies’ that only gossip about each other. We both were still at the corpers lodge in the local government council. Her ppa, government girls secondary school was rounding off for the term, so the principal asked her to return for the next term, after which her accommodation would be ready. She wanted to travel home immediately, but stayed back because she loved staying with me. She insisted she would travel once I sorted myself out. She came up to me when I returned from the poly that day to ask how my trip was. I told her everything that happened. She tried encouraging me, informing me that everything would turn out great. Together, we headed to the only place we found solace at the corper’s lodge; the c.l.o’s room. The community laison officer (clo) was a fellow corper; like a platoon leader at camp, only that he/she had to take care of all corpers serving at the local government. He had his own room at the corper’s lodge where we were, and since he was always busy at the nysc office, chifawu and I found solace in his room, and used it anytime we feel like reducing the pressure building up between us. |
Re: My Life After Camp (NYSC) by Mayorleo(m): 3:55pm On Apr 16, 2020 |
***** MyLife After Camp (NYSC ) Episode 2 As usual, we kissed and smooched and romanced: but no action. She let me handle her bare b’re.as’t, suck on her ni’pplee’s, moaning softly as I do this; yet, no action. We had earlier quarreled about her up-tightness when it comes down to sex. She had bluntly refused the idea of sex on the first stance, saying she wasn’t ready for it yet. We resorted to deep intimate actions with no real satisfaction! Actions that would lead to my di’c’kk getting hard for hours but finally succumbing to the frustration and resting as a limp in between my legs. I had begged and begged to no avail. I already knew she was a virgin before she told me. She exhibited typical virgin tendencies; loves romance, cuddling and kissing without going the whole nine yards! It was so frustrating for me, I had to bare my mind. “don’t worry, soon, very soon. I just need time.” She kept on promising me, yet the time seems not to be coming. The next day, we found ourselves alone on the room. That afternoon, as both of us lay on the bed, she made her usual advances at me, but I didn’t respond. “what’s wrong?” she asked. “Are you still worried about the polytechnic?” she asked. “no, I’m worried about us, we aren’t making any headway.” I informed her. I wasn’t really in the mood to start her usual endless romance without getting actions, so I fronted the talk again. She tried initiating the romance again but I remained cold towards her. Finally, she gave up and opted for a thorough discussion. She made her points known, that she loved me enough to go all the way with me, but she needed something from me. “whats that?’ I asked. “you need to get tested for H.I.V first!” she said. I was surprised at her demand. If that was what she needed, she should have told me all these while. “I have condoms.” I announced to her. “no, I need to know I’m safe with you. I’m all in this and I don’t know how reliable those condoms are. Please, just do the test for me.” She insisted. I took it as a flimsy excuse. I felt she was just trying to grab on straws and make up excuses for not going intimate with me. Then the sooner I get tested and present the result, the earlier I tap into that secluded warm c’un’ntt that has been waiting for me all these while. “I will do it.” I announced to her. “But we both have to do it together.” I added, just as an after-thought. She agreed to it with a smile on her face. She bent over and kissed me, this time around, I responded to her. ‘I love you so much, with all my heart.” She said to me. “I love you too.” I responded. If H.I.V test was what it takes to tap that lovely a’r’se and seal the relationship, then what am I waiting for? I thought to myself. That night, we had the best romance of all times. It was so hot and passionate as we explored each other’s bodies, turning on the very source of our passion as we got tangled on the web of romance. Yet there was no satisfaction! |
Re: My Life After Camp (NYSC) by Mayorleo(m): 4:15pm On Apr 16, 2020 |
***** My Life After Camp (NYSC ) Episode 3 The next day, I returned to the polytechnic to open the file as directed by the coordinator. He signed my acceptance letter and introduced me to the secretary to open a file for me. The secretary gave me some forms to fill while he attended to some students who had one problem or the other. I left the polytechnic feeling disappointed at my choice of ppa. This was not what I expected. Ms Enoh had painted a great picture of the polytechnic for me and I dived without having a second thought. I went outside the school gate and looked around. There were many private hostels offering off camp accommodation to mostly students. I ventured further and saw all kind of houses. Some were erected by the locals; occupying some of the rooms and renting some out to students. I was already exhausted, so I planned on coming the next day to look for accommodation. “otondo!” someone called as I was about to head to the road to board a taxi to the corper’s lodge. Otondo was a slang used in referring to a fresh corp member that just left camp. It was more like a military lexicon used at military camp to indicate fresh recruit, probably someone that still doesn’t know the norms of his new environment. I turned round and saw an unfamiliar face smiling at me. He looked young with his blue jean and white polo. My first guess was that he was a corper. I was right. He introduced himself as Mike, an ex-corper that just passed out before we our batch entered camp. I introduced myself and informed him I was posted to the cec unit. The look on his face showed excitement as he screamed in what I could term as an excited voice. “congrats bros?” he exclaimed. “You don hammer!” I didn’t understand what he meant so I asked for clarification. He informed me that the cec and pre-nd units where the best and easiest places to make quick money. When he informed me of the money the guy was offering to pay me, he waved it aside. “forget that chicken change!” he told me. “cec students are big boys and girls, that is where you make your money; from organising test every week, to being strict on attendance, to selling lecture material! Before the end of the semester, you will be smiling to your bank.” He said, smiling at me like I was the bank. I needed to learn more about what mike was saying, so I followed him to his room. Mike explained to me that he served at the poly also, but was unfortunate to be posted as an admin staff working at one of the departments. But he insisted that the best places to serve were the part-time program, pre-nd program and at the exams and records unit. It was mike that opened my eyes to the realities of the polytechnic and the possible ways of milking money from the students. We were interrupted when a girl walked into the room. Mike introduced her as his girl friend, who happened to be a student of the polytechnic. “what are you still doing in idah since you’ve passed out?” I asked mike, after wondering why he was still hanging around the school vicinity. “wetin I dey go find for house?” he replied and his girl friend chuckled. “there is no work in this country, so I have to hang around here and see if anything comes up.” He said. Mike explained that he has enrolled to do his masters program at the kogi state university, and he was keen to hang around the school to see if employment opportunity could open up and he could fix himself. The girl friend walked into the kitchen to prepare food, as she had been picking beans ever since she entered the room. It was a cool self contained room in a nice hostel occupied by students. I asked how much the rent of the room was and he informed me. It was quite on the high side, but he insisted it was ok, that any cheaper room around will have one problem or another; if not light, then its water, or security, or small room space and lots more. “are there empty rooms available?” I asked him. If he said the room was ok for the price, then there was no need looking around for house. “none for now. But some occupants will move anytime from now.” I exchanged contact with mike and left. If what he told me was true, then my service year was back to the promising year of sex and comfort it was planned to be. I will continue tomorrow, Guys, It's actually my first time of posting here and the least you can do to keep this piece flowing is to like and comment, Thanks... 7 Likes 1 Share |
Re: My Life After Camp (NYSC) by lanzini309: 8:39pm On May 10, 2020 |
@mayorleo pls don't abandon this story. More grease to ur elbow. |
Re: My Life After Camp (NYSC) by Marvieduke(f): 10:05pm On May 10, 2020 |
Mayorleo: I have like and also commented you better give us update now because I no wan vex. |
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