Pamoja Milele (Together Forever). pt 2

 
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Throughout the rest of the journey I slept and by the time I woke we were already in Abuja. It was the voice of the pilot that woke me up. As soon as we got off the airplane, we went to the luggage carousel to pick up our bags and I was stylishly searching the area for the mysterious man on the plane but he was nowhere to be found. When we saw our bags, we picked them up from the belt and I saw my boss checking the name tags to avoid collecting the wrong luggage.

Outside the airport as we were waiting for an airport taxi to pull up to our side my boss said “I notice you were for your new boyfriend”

“I wasn’t searching for anybody and I don’t have a boyfriend” I replied trying to sound serious but failed.

“Okay o madam but incase you were, there he goes” she said laughing and directing my eyes with her head.

He was entering a black Toyota Camry. He has already changed his shirt to a black Long Sleeve Branded V-neck T Shirt with a matching jean trouser. Someone was putting his bag into the boot of the car while another was opening the back door for him. He looks important or maybe he is one of those spoilt brat that spend their parents money without thinking of making theirs.

By the time I finished analyzing him our taxi has pulled up and the driver helped us to put our luggage into the car.

It was on a Friday so the road was busy, those coming from mosque and those returning to or closing from work. Our driver was a cheerful little Igbo guy. You would know from his accent. My boss guy the driver our hotel address and he was on his way.

“Am sure you do have friends Abuja?” my boss asked

“Yes I have but didn’t tell them I’ll be coming to Abuja”

“Why? Do you want to spend your Friday night at the capital locked indoors like old women like me do? She asked removing her pairs of medicated glasses and continues “you better get your groove on dear” she said laughing.

“But ma’ we do have a serious meeting tomorrow”, I replied

“Are you the one presenting?

“No, but…” I was trying to explain but she cut me short

“Then its settle, call up your friends and take the night off, I brought you here to enjoy yourself and not to work”

“okay, thanks you ma”

The rest of the drive to the hotel was done in silence, everyone with her taught. Mine was back to incident on the plane. I was wondering how a guy can be that cool and calm, he didn’t even bother that people were watching him, all he was interested in was how I felt and to make sure I won’t feel bad. Even while I was in the rest room he has asked the airhostess to get me some water and panadol.

We got to the hotel and everybody went straight to their rooms even though it was opposite each other, we lodged in at the Weavers Hotel. After resting for and freshened up and I called up Tinu (Tinuke), Deborah and Pat (Patience), these were my only friends present in Abuja but only Tinu and Pat could meet for the hangout because Debby as we usually call her is having a dinner with her future in-laws, so we schedule to go to the movies. The arraignments were made and Pat was to pick Tinu then me up because I was closer to the cinema.

This wasn’t my first time in Abuja, while still an undergraduate I use to visit my aunt and her husband who works with NNPC as a consultant in Abuja. He later died and my aunt has to relocate to Lagos where most of her family members were.

Pat and Tinu came up to my room when they came to pick me up. We went to tell my boss that we are going out and chatted with my friends for a while and when we were going she gave us some extra cash in her words “Just in case you break a glass, this will take care of it”. We thanked her left not before warning me to try and return before midnight.

All the way from the hotel to the cinema it was talk nonstop. I have forgotten how well Tinu can talk, asking questions and answering them before anyone of us have an opportunity to respond or reply. While Patience was the laughing one, and her laugh is contagious. With her smiles and laughter she can make the angriest man forget about his problem even if it was for some minutes. We got there a bit early and decide to go through the Shoprite. We bought some drinks and snack and pulled up chairs and sat to chat.

We chatted for about two hours not knowing that time has gone. We talked about everything asking where this one or that one was, who has gotten married and who has not, who is working and who is not, who has travelled aboard and even told them of the story of the mysterious guy from the plane.

As we were standing up to go to the cinema, I half turned not knowing someone was coming behind me and I pour my drinks on him…..

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MY FIRST HOSTEL EXPERIENCE IN FGC UGWOLAWO.

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After clearing myself with the school authority and I was confirmed as a student with Ogecha house as my house (yellow house). My guardian Mr. Itopa sent someone to call a senior student for him and when he arrived, Mr. Itopa told introduces us us (me and my uncles) to him. His name was Mamman Salami (aka Tiwee) and told him I’ll be under his care and protection since he is an ebira student and one of the respected student for that matter.

Immediately he asked some wandering students to help me carry my locker, and bags to junior dormitory. My uncle and guardian followed us some few meters behind as they too were trying to catch up, while me and my new school-father (only school father I had) were also trying to know each other or rather he was trying to know me. He was asking all the questions while I was providing all the answers as fast as the questions were asked. We got to the junction leading to junior dorm (as its fondly called), and we took the right narrow path leading to both Ogecha and Uredo houses with grasses on either side of the road.
Student were walking and others running passed us as they were going for their afternoon lunch. They were in different colors of house wear (yellow, red, blue and green) and some in White and Maroon, they passed us along the road and most of them greeted my new school father they way you greet a Don.

We got to the steps or slab as they call it. I was not the tallest and the slab was very high for me to climb so Tiwee has to assist me up. The first thing I noticed was the smell coming from the bathroom/laundry area. It was so bad that it made tears welled up in my small eyes. The second thing I notice was the I don’t care attitude of the students, some moving about with ordinary pants, others in their school shorts and others simple naked taking their bath on the pavement. My uncle was laughing when he saw my face and spook to me in ebira “You better get use to it, this is how hostel people behave”.

The hostel consist of two rolls of of straight  building with the laundry at the end connecting the two buildings together. One of the building is for Uredo (Red) house and the other Ogecha (Yellow) house. Each building is divided into four rooms. Room A which houses virtually Jss2 students, Room B which house the big boys, the House perfect/captain and some of his friends and some selected Jss1 student. Room C houses Jss3 students, while Room D is were the remaining Jss1, Jss3 and some seniors who prefer junior dorm than senior dorm stays.

I was put in room B due to my connection to one of the big boys. I was giving a corner to put my locker. The room has 18 bunks which will take up to 36 people. Tiwee informed my party that the house captain was not around since its was almost time for close of class and he’ll be moving straight to the dinning area from class but promise to make sure I stay close to him and nobody will disturb me. I saw some small boys just like me, they were looking at me and I could here them ask each other “who is this boy?”. I think from Room A I heard someone said “kia this boy short o!” Or was it “small” he said?? Hmm can’t remember again.

Tiwee called the Jss1 students in the room to introduce me to them but asked them why they are in the hostel, which they replied that they came to carry their plate/cooler before heading for dinning.
I told them my name which they in turn told me theirs. They were Ojo Jr, Joseph and Edesiri, although I have to be corrected twice before getting Edesiri’s name after calling him Esiri. They took off after the introduction and after I have stock my locker with my provisions consisting of cabin biscuit, butter, garri (yellow garri), sugar, notebooks, biro, soaps, cream, toothpaste and brush. My uniform and my bucket…. After locking my locker and putting the key inside the pocket of my short knicker I realised that the next phase of my life has started…..