Kept staring on the space bar
Lost my next line to bottles in this lonely bar
Like an aspiring lawyer who missed being called to the bar
Feelings of hurt like my main line just got barred
Scrap that, aint giving in to this sh*t,there's no calling my ex back
Y'all keep reading? Its a story of love gone bad



I'm in, manage that, typed it in a hurry

Please do mention others, tori wan Kontinu, i'll appreciate your comments

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I protested the payment immediately, however with some calm explanations, making the old woman see why it wouldn't be fair to pay such amount considering the enormity of the task ahead, I did an analysis of the work conditions and economic realities in detail.

She seemed to reason with me, so she took her time and then said calmly, with the smile of a regular Nigerian politician on her face, "I will give you seven my children"

Immediately, my colleagues said 'Thank you ma', I looked at them and also said thank you ma, thinking she must have agreed to pay seventeen thousand, it was therefore a dress rehearsal of World war three when we got home and I was told she mentioned seven and not seventeen.

Whaaaat!!!, I exclaimed, and you guys accepted and said thanks, are you kidding me? ... But you said thanks too, me? Never, I only said that after you, thinking...
Thinking what?, the Kogi girl said, you think its easy, how many companies of this status will pay you seventeen, you better be quiet, are you not happy she even gave us a good accomodation?, she quipped.

Madam siddon there, I said angrily, no company will ask corpers to work 8am-6pm, Monday to Saturday either...
We argued this way till it was getting darker outside.

Moments later, our Igbo colleague suddenly went quiet, he seemed to have resorted to fate, we all slept that night without food, like some estranged house mates.

The next morning however, we woke up and continued as if nothing ever happened, the Kogite cooked a delicious meal (she always competes with the Igbo corper when it comes to cooking delicacies, they were not only interesting people to be with, they were great cooks too), we ate hurriedly and left for work.

Working on the farm was both interesting and ,at the same time exhausting, we joined in all farm works, cassava peeling, fish raising and care, well, and some escapades of course.

I, being the adventurous type, started out on the farm tractor,the Igbo boy soon joined me,we would follow farm managers all the way to farms at several miles away just to have our hands on steering the tractor's wheels, it was fun while it lasted, not until on a fateful day, when I drove from the fish farm to the factory, unknown to me, the brake pad wasn't in good shape, I picked some students coming from the secondary school in the neighbouring village along the way, and dropped them at the entrance ,I drove like a king into the compound, tried parking like an expert, and then the unusual, the tractor wouldn't stop, I was thrown off balance, had to face a big log on the ground to stop it, It stopped miraculously, hitting and ripping open a part of the fence.

Immediately, myself and the other corpers became emergency brick layers, for it would be dangerous for either Mummy or Daddy to know, we took blocks from the ongoing farm building, got cements from a construction site nearby, and made some sands from the drainage, after several trials under duress, we covered the 'empirical evidence' of my escapade with the tractor!, and finished off the job rubbing the plasters with leaves to give it some green cover like the other parts of the fence, if mummy ever knew, it would be after we'd long gone!

There and then, the manager decided to stop giving us the key to the tractor, he was so scared too, his job was at stake.
We then waited for a week before deciding what else to explore, our next victim was a Yamaha, an old, rugged motorcycle parked somewhere in the farmstead.
We got to work on a wednesday after CDS, worked on the Machine to make it start, after several trials and errors, I suggested we work on its fuel pump, Eureka, it worked, we were good to go!

I ignited the motorcycle, took the Igbo corper and we set for town, with our camo, we're on top of the world!, vroom, vrooom, Manoeuvre, raised dust, and then...a vehicle approached from the corner

OMG, its the farm owner's Toyota camry !!!

Without thinking twice, I headed straight into the bush!

Source:
https://samueliyanu./2015/09/11/chronicles-of-corper-sam-3/

BIG Thanks everyone who commented on the post
I will try drop some more ASAP

I want to get some reviews on this first, I promise to write some more, kindly tag along the literature gurus in the house

Lol, Na wetin man eye see, cc Lalasticlala

Cc oga Seun

FOR THOSE WHO DIDN'T READ THE FIRST PART OF THE STORY, HERE IS THE LINK

https://samueliyanu./2015/07/21/the-chronicles-of-corper-sam/

The much anticipated POP (Passing out Parade) finally came, the joy on our faces couldn't possibly be quantified, however, while some were happy, a few others were not, in this category of the not-so-happy corpers were the regular debtors at the Mammy market...some drank so much beer that they ended up owing more than two months allowee, they had to drop their I.Ds before they were allowed to leave camp .

The second set were those who 'enjoyed' their escapades and freebies in camp, the playboys whose major achievement in camp was the number of lingeries they accessed.

There were also others, the camp housewives,who wore a sober look on their faces because they would be separated from their 'husbands'.

The POP started around 8am, with opening prayers by a certain 'senior' corp member from the previous batch, the Ogun state governor never showed up, he only sent a not-so-respected secretary from the Youth ministry, we all murmured when he was introduced, some of us even commented that the Governor seems to have no regard for Corpers, while others think he didn't show up as there was no political gain from such event.

The collection of PPA letter was the last on program for the day, albeit the most important, my prayer was to be posted to a good company, one that pays good money, this explains the joy that erupted on my face when I saw a company name on my PPA letter
"Bl*****d Nigeria limited, I jumped with spontaneous ecstasy, I was the envy of everyone around...

"Biggest boy, did you 'runs' (influence) it? Some asked..

My joy doubled when I got a free NCCF bus to my LGA, where I met two others, a guy and a girl who were posted to the same company.

We gist with great joy, prepared for interview questions and tested ourselves, we talked about dress code but discarded such talks when we were reminded by the NCCF Papa that we were Corpers, hence would go with uniforms and not suits and ties.

We read some "how-to-pass-interview" books sold to us at overrated prices in camp, one funny thing in camp was that every guest speaker was a King,a model, an achiever who has "made it", and is only helping us by coming to tell us how to make it too, they spoke elaborately of the 'wonders' they've been able to achieve...little did we know most of them were hustling marketers,well, while some came to sell their hurriedly downloaded-and-edited books, others came to advertise their brands.

The Igbo boy among us suggested we bench-mark 35000 (Thirty five thousand) naira if asked how much we would like to get paid, 'Nna na 35k o, if I join am with 19800 na over 54k be that, chai see money"

The girl, from Kogi, objected him, she was not the optimistic type, she talked like one who has seen it all, hence knows the reality, after a little argument, we agreed at 30,000 as the least, after all, for them to have requested corp members, the company should be a big one, so we thought.

The D-day finally came, we chartered a taxi cab to take us to the 'city' where our supposed company should be located, the Cab man requested for 2,000 naira, we paid without objecting,afterall we were going to a Big company where the pay will be big, we spent like Kings.

The taxi man appeared to us at first a Mad man when he left the highway and took a small path looking like a village route, we asked if he really knows our destination and he nodded in the affirmative, we then concluded within us that he must be taking a short cut to the Big town.

After a five minute drive, he stopped I front of a fenced compound with rusty gates and bushy environment, the gateman came out and the cab man told him we were going to Bl*****d company, we were expecting the gateman to show us the direction to the big City but instead, he gave us the biggest surprise we've had since we turned corpers, "This is Bl*****p farms"... Oh, we are looking for the company and not the farm, I protested in annoyance, "Yes my boy, this is Bl*****p, he then opened the gate and we were driven in, there were sheeps and a few goats roaming around, we also met some old women peeling cassava, while a dark young man was seen cleaning a place which looked like a fish pond, another young man was grinding the peeled washed cassava tubers, could this be the 'Big company in a big city, or at he least, a big town we anticipated? I almost fainted!

Few minutes later, we were led to the house of the owners of the farm, it was a modest duplex, it was a house of city standard built in the village, we were welcomed by an old man whose fluency in English revealed as educated, he asked a few philosophical questions and laughed at almost every answer we gave, he then gave us some more boring philosophical lectures, garnished with stories of his exploits in his University and Civil service days, we were not invited into the house, he spoke to us besides the fence separating his house from the village maternity center.

Moments later, an equally old but agile woman approached, she was the owner of the company. She asked for our letters which we reluctantly presented, we almost prayed that she rejects us so we could seek better alternatives in the City, but she was so excited to have us around, too excited to send anyone away.

We were given rooms in a compound that looked like an estate, the only one in that village, with street lights and pipe borne water, the reality of the village environment seems to escape us on entering this big compound, we worked tirelessly late into the night arranging our wares.

The day after, we resumed at the farm a few minutes to eight, we had agreed to come to the table with a more reasonable salary of 20,000 naira after considering the present realities.

When it was time to discuss salary, the owner of the farms, Mummy as she was called, chose her terms wisely, she corrected us with "stipends" whenever we mentioned salary.

We were to work for six days a week, Monday to Saturday, from eight to six (8am to 6pm), I almost protested but decided to be calm, thinking the salary would be big enough to warrant such working hours.

"What I pay the previous corp members was 6,000 a monthly"

I asked to be sure if she mentioned 60,000 or 6,000 Naira monthly for six days a week job, she affirmed the later, Jesus wept? so did I !, just that mine was concealed behind frowned eyes.

Source:
https://samueliyanu./2015/09/07/chronicles-of-corper-sam-part-2/

Ahahhaa

Very funny story, I've experienced the food part too, I paid with a wrinkled face with obvious disappointment, lol

I hope you and 'Guy' won't exchange fist someday, lol.


Oya literature gurus, Freeman, Flow1759, Ishilove, akpobi, redmosquito et al, make una come chin chon chin o

*Takes front seat*

Cc: Ishilove (Review will be much appreciated)Freeman
Cc: Lalasticlala

Karma, Nature's most consistent employee
B*tch brings consequences without notifications or committees
Kill your conscience, murder empathy, do wickedness and you flee?
This niccur doesn't let go, run you to the mountains or the high seas

Karma watches, Karma sees, Karma's memory's not measured in Giggs
When you lay with crafty deception on the chest of the side chick
And claim she's one and only, she's Heaven's gift
But deep down, you know she aint Bae, mere sex tool for pleasure drills
Karma looks on, Karma's silence is not only deep, her smile is sarcastic

To the 'annoying' meddler , deeds won't suffice
Dude goes deeper into intentions, causes and effects,zooms through nature's orifice
Does Karma have a place, avenue, street, close, address, Office?
None of those, how then do we this find her to appease?

Its called Karma, simply say "Aha, f*ck you"
When you carry out the road contracts like the FG didn't pay you
Then your beloved relation looses his life on same road constructed by you
That's Karma instructing Consequences and Nemesis to house you!

Karma's never forgetting, Karma's unforgiving
Ancient buster expressed in knots too veiled for your understanding
What goes around neither gets away nor goes forgotten
Someday, somehow,somewhere, Karma's gonna come at your door knocking


Source:

https://samueliyanu./2015/08/17/ms-karma-natures-unforgiving-btch/