Otuoke is a small place. A very small place. It might seem big but it's a small place. A particular event painted it out boldly for me.


The year was 2018, I was still a fresher. A fresher in all aspects. Unblemished skin unaffected by the hot sun, unaffected by the unfriendly otuoke Fanta bathing water and the renowned ninja mosquitoes.


In a nutshell, your boy was fresh as Bleep.


I had a girlfriend then, within the first month of my admission. It was all red roses and candy for us then.


I stayed in a lodge close to the girl's hostel, the hostel being run by rules unfavorable to the human belly and pockets.


As an occupant of the hostels, you are not allowed to cook. That was what turned me off from staying in the hostel.


Students always being students would definitely think on the margin. Students would go to nearby logdes to cook and take food back into the hostels.


I had a relative of mine in the hostel who would always come by to cook. I had a secondary school classmate who would also come by to cook. I was well accommodating to them because I understood what they were going through. Soon, their friends would also come by to cook. My house was almost an official kitchen to the girls of Mama Jonathan girl's hostel.


I would get the occasional hailing from logdemates calling me the ladies man, odogwu, brostitute, fisherman and so many others.


My girlfriend became worried of the amount of girls that are always in my place whenever she comes by. They troop in and out like soldiers in concentration camps.


I kept on hearing her complaints but i gave a deaf ear because in mind, I was a philanthropist who was in service to humanity.


One evening, she came by. She sat me down like a student and started complaining again. I could feel the anger in her voice. I find it hard to remember what she was talking about but what I remember fully is that, on thing led to another and she started shouting and raging. I was tired of the nagging and incessant quarels. I just wanted it to end.
There was a knock on the door. "Who is that?"


"It's Karina"
I opened the door, she came in. There she stood holding a big nylon with edibles inside. Ingredients she'd use to cook. She just just walked straight into the kitchen like the house was hers.


My girlfriend immediately stood up, carried her bag and she left. I understood why she left. She couldn't take it. She was wary of Karina.


Karina has the body of what you'd call a Nembe goddess. I need not explain what Nembe girls are.....

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