My NYSC Experience
It all going on a Wednesday morning. I had woken up early and also got prepared for CDS ( Community Development Service). Actually, tomorrow there was no CDS meeting; i was to go to Iticth (a residential district far away from my Place of Primary Assignment) for clearance.
I got ready in time, stepped outside in my NYSC outfit that I am proud of. The idea that morning (as usual) ended up being stand by the street side with desperation of getting an enhancement for my buddy Ben ( not real name) and I.
I failed to spend to a minute by the path when this black Camry (‘Big for nothing’ as the generally called) pulled over. The driver agreed to give me an increase; needless to say that’s what I was shopping for. So I jumped with the offer. But, I didn’t forget to see him that Ben could be coming along if he (the driving force) didn’t mind. He shrugged and said “no problem”.
Ben, who was simply just taken from our flat, was surprised I had already nailed a good start, automobile for that matter (we served within a typical village in Enugu state where cars were difficult to find).
So, we entered the automobile with thanksgiving to the driving force and to God. At least we only saved another component of our ‘allawee’ (monthly allowance).
The drive to Iticth was uneventful, but we have to know the motorist/owner of your vehicle and two other men which are in the vehicle. He introduced himself as Architect Rogers (not real name) from Kogi state, situated in Lagos but he or she is temporarily inside a nearby community for the building construction.
Ben and I introduced ourselves and ended it together with the conventional “its my pleasure to fulfill you”.
It seemed which the fact I told him I’m from Akwa Ibom state tickled and triggered him to inquire about my number; when he dropped us at Iticth before maneuvering to Nsukka. I obliged. At least that will as a gratitude offering from us to him. So, off he selected a smile.
He the next day, requesting to take a seat out with me. I granted the request and Ben emerged.
‘Uncomfortable’ was his name your evening because Ben shared the table along with us and that didn’t provide him with the chance to say the concepts obviously on his mind.
Eventually, he his chance following drinks and meat and was good to go. On seeing him away and off to his car, he requested I had a bit chit-chat with him.
So we appeared having the talk as part of his car. Wrong move by me, right?
The initial thing he laughed and said when we have settled was which he has a child, a woman, keeping his sister in Port Harcourt, but he’s not married.
According to him, he was letting me find out about this when he likes sincerity thereby urging me for being sincere with him; no lies.
His first and top priority was Ben. He demanded to learn if I was within a relationship with him.
I told him that notion was generally agreed amongst our colleagues and also the community as a whole, because we had arrived always seen together and rented and lived within the same flat, different rooms. Just the a couple of us.
Nevertheless, I told him I had a boyfriend at home in Akwa Ibom and I truly love him.
He took the truthful information very well. The stand he chosen to take as soon as the long discussion on various topics was that they would steer clear of me in order not to hurt Ben (whatever he meant by that, I wasn’t in the relationship with Ben).
Before he took his stand, he explained he didn’t want me as his girlfriend or simply a friend but he wanted me like a wife! (Just like that? Abasi mi!)
It was surprising for me, being that I had just known him per day and some hours.