FARU FARU.... A place of rebirth ( part 2)
Thankfully, the soldiers weren't as strict with the early morning drills .At first when the bugle calls were made , I feigned illness and after a while the soldiers just gave up on me. My routine? to get up by 9am, get all dolled up and resume at the mammy market (my new operational headquarters ). As a part of my branding/PR plan ,I ensured I didn't take meals from the camp's kitchen..... I figured since I looked the part I had to act the part,thanks to the governor's generosity to Corp members .I had enough money to splatter on meals. But even at that , my fan base had grown in geometric progression that I had kind gestures bestowed on me often. Photo credit :nyscblogspot. com At this point, it will be imperative to state that by some stroke of luck I had turned "Agbani" overnight . Everybody thought I was strikingly Beautiful ....(Emi Ke?) Me that in U.I