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, I had only a boyfriend for the most part and when the dude broke up with me, nobody gree look my way (personally I think those U. I boys either had chewing gum or Superglue in their eyes not to have noticed my understated beauty) .But here in Farufaru, I had somewhat become an A Lister.
At this juncture ,it will be appropriate to give a shout -out to all boys who toasted me, attempted to toast me or even thought of toasting me in Farufaru ,You guys can't comprehend how Life-changing your gestures were back then.
Basking in the euphoria of my new fame, I tried not to put pressure on the elasticity of my luck as I try to loan myself brain most of the time (well ....half of the time) except this one time I decided to test it's elasticity limit;
when I decided to go for the endurance trek, I cant remember what spurred the decision.It was totally out of character. To think the walk was not even compulsory o.
When I showed up at the convene point that morning, my platoon members were shocked that I showed up, but I was determined that this gig was going down "Ghen -ghen".
photo credit : nyscblogspot. com
Chanting marching songs ,I fell in formation with the rest of the Corp members.
The trek was to terminate at the Sultan Palace .The regular route would have taken like an hour 30minutes but why the soldiers decided to take us through the wilderness like the Israelites would forever remain a mystery to us and at the end ,the walk took over 3hours just to get to the Palace.
At first I was feeling really motivated, bursting with energy from the surge of adrenaline. Soon enough the hormone wore thin,after an hour into the trek, everything began to rotate, suddenly every body had identical twins, Then! everything went black ! Moments later, I began to hear voices that echoed. At first I couldn't make out the cacophony but shortly afterwards, l heard a clear voice from what seem like a distance shout "give her room let her have fresh air"... I opened one eye steadily.... Dammit!!!! I fainted ni sha......
(to be continued)
http://chroniclesofiyaleonkan.blogspot.com.ng/2017/11/faru-faru-place-of-rebirth-part-1.html
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. comAt 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, I had only a boyfriend for the most part and when the dude broke up with me, nobody gree look my way (personally I think those U. I boys either had chewing gum or Superglue in their eyes not to have noticed my understated beauty) .But here in Farufaru, I had somewhat become an A Lister.
At this juncture ,it will be appropriate to give a shout -out to all boys who toasted me, attempted to toast me or even thought of toasting me in Farufaru ,You guys can't comprehend how Life-changing your gestures were back then.
Basking in the euphoria of my new fame, I tried not to put pressure on the elasticity of my luck as I try to loan myself brain most of the time (well ....half of the time) except this one time I decided to test it's elasticity limit;
when I decided to go for the endurance trek, I cant remember what spurred the decision.It was totally out of character. To think the walk was not even compulsory o.
When I showed up at the convene point that morning, my platoon members were shocked that I showed up, but I was determined that this gig was going down "Ghen -ghen".
photo credit : nyscblogspot. comThe trek was to terminate at the Sultan Palace .The regular route would have taken like an hour 30minutes but why the soldiers decided to take us through the wilderness like the Israelites would forever remain a mystery to us and at the end ,the walk took over 3hours just to get to the Palace.
At first I was feeling really motivated, bursting with energy from the surge of adrenaline. Soon enough the hormone wore thin,after an hour into the trek, everything began to rotate, suddenly every body had identical twins, Then! everything went black ! Moments later, I began to hear voices that echoed. At first I couldn't make out the cacophony but shortly afterwards, l heard a clear voice from what seem like a distance shout "give her room let her have fresh air"... I opened one eye steadily.... Dammit!!!! I fainted ni sha......
(to be continued)
http://chroniclesofiyaleonkan.blogspot.com.ng/2017/11/faru-faru-place-of-rebirth-part-1.html
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