Efemena_xy:


Yes.





No. It was initially meant to be for 8 weeks but it was cut down to six weeks for us all. I guess that was from a different era and things have changed greatly over the years.

ladunsky: we learning... Lmao

ladunsky: we learning... Lmao

Efemena_xy: @Mazi: Those punishments dished out to you guys...na wa o!

My experience of orientation camp was nothing like that at all. Come to think of it, we were literally pampered and coaxed to partake in the parades and drill exercises...and I mean really pampered for the entire eight weeks six weeks of camp.

I've got fond memories of my experiences there jare...but tell me something, how come you guys only got to spend 3 weeks there? Abi na new government rules / guidelines / policies on NYSC??

Nonetheless, that "fainting spree" got me chuckling sha

Well done.

@Foxy: See as only you carry hand take dey derail thread.

born2bleep:

Please when did you serve?

maishot:

Infact, I love u pass All the girls way they "tumble" all over u for this thread!


#wispers to Efe - Sis, abeg, its nothing personal!#

born2bleep:

Please when did you serve?

Efemena_xy:

Lol!

I knew it was just a matter of time before someone asked that question.

Sorry dear, t'is classified information - definitely not for nland(ers) consumption.

Now stop derailing Mazi's thread abeg

Mazi_Omenuko:

Certainly during the military era!

Aunty Efe, share it with us now! We are all members of this Sinners Association oh!!

ITbomb:

Next question should have been , how old are you , then later ' are you married? '

maishot: Abeg, when Mazi go upload na? Today no be sunday!

Efemena_xy:
*** How far with your chapter on the collaboration thread? E be like say you've got it all in hand? ***

maishot:

Infact, I love u pass All the girls way they "tumble" all over u for this thread!

"I slept with Sgt. Banjo".

Wangu has finally decided to open up to me. I always knew there was something about that cold gaze the sargent gave to me.

After the morning fainting incidence, I had to probe for answers to some of the question bordering me. Sitting at the medical centre that morning, I asked her about her relationship with the sargent.

At first, she denied having anything serious to do with him. But after I reminded her of the incidence at the joint on sunday, and the report the sargent filed against we both, she decided to own up and tell me the truth.

"I wasn't thinking straight. But when you spoke to me on sunday about it, I saw the truth and decided to quit immediately," she continued.

"He called me to come to the military quarters that morning but I told him I was at the kitchen doing platoon work. He called again in the afternoon after lunch after you spoke to me. I didn't know what else to tell him. I was scared, I couldn't say I was at the kitchen again. So I told him that platoon 2 was doing camp cleanup, and that I was involved."

"Then he saw us both at the joint and became angry".

That was not anger! That was spiteful hatred laced with bitterness.

"Did you tell him you are quitting the affair?" I asked her.

"Not yet. But I will tell him later."

That was it! If she had not told him and is playing stupid hide and seek games with the sargent, then its more risky hanging out with her.

"I'm scared of what might happen if I tell him." She informed me.

That's her business! She's becoming a risk to me and the entire platoon. I was going to cut her off.

But how could I do that? She was my assistant, and we must work together for the good of the platoon.

I remembered agreeing to cut off Jane too because of her marriage. And now wangu, because of a married military man who she claims her association with her was a mistake.

"You spoke to me on sunday like you care," her voice brought me back.
"Do you really care? Right now I'm confused and don't even know what to do."

I looked at her and saw the passionate plea therein.

"I care about you like I told you yesterday. But look at the harm hanging out with you caused me and the entire platoon. . ."

"It will not happen again," she cut me shut.
"It was just a mistake, I promise you."

There was no need arguing with her. She wasn't going to see it my way. So I will just go ahead and do the right thing.

The morning parade was over and corpers returned to their hostels to get ready for breakfast, and then lectures. Some of us still in front of the medical centre dispersed to the hostel.

I had difficulty walking. My thigh muscles were so heavy that I felt a strong pull trying to clamp me down each time I walk.
I managed to get to the hostel. My hostel mates at the hall were laughing at me when I returned. They must have been gisting about the fainting platoon.

The ugly one seemed to be impressed at our small gimmick as he kept talking about it to me.

I took my bath and lay on the bed. I was so tired and needed rest. The biggle for lectures was blown and the military men started their normal screams of double up and move it. We were chased out of the hostel. All my muscles were aching, I needed rest, and I needed sleep desperately. Ms Enoh called my number and I picked.

"Make sure you see me before the lecture ends, I will be at the venue". She told me.

I moved rather reluctantly to the lecture hall. I saw Ms Enoh at the officials table. Introductions were made and the first speaker was introduced. He was to deliver a speech on entrepreneurship. He made self employment sound too easy. I wonder which country he lived in, because if its this same country we all are in, his principles were goofy. He talked about getting credit facilities; while we all know its a wide goose chase in this country. No bank will lend you a dime if you aren't paying double digit interest with a good collateral.
Moreover, their credit facility was structured to benefit high borrowers, not small scale borrowers.

He went ahead about the government efforts to support small scale enterprises. I wondered if it was not the same government that levies small shops like the barber's shop with all manner of levies; tax, environmental due, property rate, business premises levy, business permit and so on. Most times, you even have to pay to erect a sign post. Then your shop requires electricity to run it, you will spend all your income on fuel to power you generator, and the affordability of the fuel is something the same government was working hard to reduce by increasing its price.

The man was totally yarning dust! So was other speakers during the lecture. It was a case of trying to sell one book or one certificate or the other.

I've heard enough bullshit for the day. I moved outside and sent Ms Enoh an sms informing her I was tired and leaving the lecture hall.

I didn't know where I was going to hide. I pretended I was going to pee, then from one hidden corner to another, I moved around until I found myself at the delta kitchen restaurant.

I moved inside and met the lady cook who was smiling at me during my rendezvous with oge came to me. She was suprised to see me at the kitchen.

"What are you doing here?" She asked as she hurriedly moved me away from the main kitchen, towards an extreme corner, away from prying eyes.

"I came to see you," I joked, but she rather took it seriously.

"You shouldn't have come now, maybe later."

She looked and sounded alarm that I began to wonder what wrong.

"There is a strong law against corpers staying at mami during lectures and parade," she informed me.
"They will seal our restaurant if you are seen here."

"Come with me." She said as she moved towards her room, where I and oge used as our hideout.

I followed suit and she ushered me into the room.

"Wait for me, I will join you soon".

I lay on the bed for some minutes. It was soothing as all my aching muscles started relaxing. I was almost falling asleep when the cook re-entered. I noticed she has re packed her hair and made it look better, removed the apron she was wearing and even smelt nice; maybe she just wore some perfume.

We talked for some time. She was a lively chatter. She asked how I was fairing in camp and I told her about our punishment that morning. She laughed hysterically. I asked her about herseilf and she told me.

She was a student at the state university, but comes to camp to help her aunty whenever camp opens. She stays the entire 3 weeks, and when camp closes, she goes back to school and wait for the next batch.

She was easy going.

"My thighs are really aching me, can you help me and massage them?" I pleaded with her. She smiled and obliged.

"Lie down," she ordered as I lay dawn on the bed. She moved her hands firmly against my thighs. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feminine hands working wonders on my thighs. It was perfect.

My d'k'kk could not agree more as it equally enjoyed the feel. It pushed against my shorts time without end. I ignored it and basked on the euphoria of the moment.

"Turn around," she ordered as I stretched out and lay on my belly. She ran her hands firmly down the width of my thighs. She extended her hands up my waist and up my back. She pressed and stretched my back and I breathed a sigh of relieve. This was the best massage session one could get. She got to my shoulders and compactly rubbed the muscles there in. It was a tranquil experience. My rigid d'I'kk was trying so hard to get noticed, but I ignored it and continued to enjoy this soothing experience.

"You are really good at this," I commended her.

"Thanks." She said to me and continued.

"Turn again," she said and I turned to lie on my back. I really underestimated the puffed-up dick, I never knew it had formed such a big bulge on my shorts. It was very obvious as the cook worked on my laps again.

"Don't mind that guy down there, he's always trying to disgrace me." I said to her and she laughed out so loud.

"You're very funny," she said to me as she took her hands further up my shorts. She stroked the d'kk a little bit and it responded fully. It was so hard that its muscles started to pain me a bit. She loosened up my shorts and brought it out.

She held it in her warm hands a little before stroking it up and down. Her hands moved the entire length of the shaft. I moved my hips at the tempo of her strokes. I was totally turned on and I sat up, took off her clothes slowly and started kissing her. We kissed and caressed each other hungrily. I reached for her full b"r'ea'st and started sucking it hardly. Her hands where still on my dic''kk as I sucked her b'r'ea'st and she caressed my d'I'kk.

I moved her skirt upwards and pulled down her pant. She adjusted her legs so I can move it out completely. I got my condom from my wallet and wore it on. I moved my hands and caressed her upper thighs as she lay on the bed. I patted her legs wider with my hands, positioned my di'c'kk towards the entrance of her c'u'n't, inserted the tip inside her wet c'u'n't and in one swift thrust, I was deep inside her. She shuddered as my hard d'I'c'kk hit the walls of her c'u'n't.
I thumped her consistently, maintaining contact with her gee-spot as I ban'g'ed her. She moaned loudly as she tweaked and twitched her waist with each veracious ban'g I give her. My pelvic muscles was making direct contact with her inner laps as her pubic hairs caressed mine in unionism as my d'c'kk landed on her c'u'n't.

She started making loud whimpering sounds as her c'un't muscles twitched on my d'kk. It contracted strongly against my d'kk as I maintained my hard thumps on her. She moaned as she cli.ma.xedd in strong trembling as I c*am.e.

She collapsed on the bed, later moving her head on my laps as she rested. I pulled out my condoms and tied it. This was certainly going to count, I said to myself.

I picked my phone, silenced the camera shutter, snaped her back as she lay face down on my laps. I made more snaps and rested my back after dressing.

I slept off.

The sound of loud music playing within the neighbourhood woke me up. The afternoon lectures were over and corpers are already at the mami, eating and drinking.

I left the small room to the main restaurant. I took a cold bottle of soft drink. I needed the plenty refreshing carbon it contained to feel afresh.

I got to the hostel with a smile on my face. Finally, I was going to claim the wager. Its been long overdue! I would love to see the look on his face when he pays up.

I showed him the condom and the pictured. The pictured showed the cook's bare backs with her black skirt moved up to her tommy.

"Black skirt?" He asked.

"Yes?" I wondered what that got to do with anything. Although her face was not showing, she was fairer than oge, so he ant say I was f'u'c'king the same girl.

"She's not a corper!"

What does he mean by that!

"What do you mean!" I snapped at him.

"Well, you made the rules," he said to me, "if you insist that we must tidy inside nysc camp, then its fair enough that it must be nysc girls - corpers,"

He gave the phone back to me. I stared at him for some time before lying down on my bed.

Somehow, he has managed to pull this one off. . .

I will get back at him. . .

I did get back at him. . .

It came sooner than I expected. . .

The same day. . .

brokoto: . Seriously why don't you guys just quit the wager thingy? Me sef don tire for my commentary. Lolzzz.

Mazi_Omenuko:

Let me help you. . .

The ref just disallowed another Barca goal, claiming it was an off-side goal, even though none of the two lines men flagged for offside.

Mancity and their money must have exchanged hands; Barca will need more favour from UEFA to win this match. Are they going to get the deserved help or will mancity keep getting favours by throwing cash around??
Stay tuned for more. . .

Mazi_Omenuko:

That was uncalled for!
No let aunty Efe catch you online! Your own go beee!!!

Mazi_Omenuko:

That was uncalled for!
No let aunty Efe catch you online! Your own go beee!!!

maishot:


Brov, u think say I no know? Enough 'Odeshi' for my b4!




#Takes five steps back 4rm Efe (just in case)#

avicky:
Oh yeah! I will mon père.

Efemena_xy:

Abeg stop speaking in footie parables and break that thing down to simple Queen's ingrish jare!

I'm sorry but I've just gotta say this Mazi...give us more and continue the story