From the Previous Episode…
…We got outside the hotel and became confused whether to trek or take keke but I think we ended up trekking. We got to SHOPRITE and it appeared as if someone had called for a reunion of corp members that just left camp as everyone kept hugging and greeting each other. In the meantime, some of us window-shopped while others kept themselves busy. I decided to get dinner in one of the eateries and after blessing and tasting it, I started wondering what issue Enugu people had with putting salt in white rice (I just couldn’t cry).
I left others at the mall (I’m not really the social type except for when I’m with my very own people) plus I had to go pull off my sleeveless red dress just in case there’ll be a need for me to put on a mufti outfit later.
Before leaving Lagos, I had committed Enugu into God’s hands so I was just as confident that I was safe there as the Holy Spirit was already there ahead of me. However, as I got to the room, I had a strong urge to pray again so I quickly did before other people start walking in. When I was done, I kept thinking about what my stay would look like here, my PPA, accommodation issues and all.
The noise from the step hinted that the guys were back, some of them were surprised to meet me in the room but then ‘ko kan mi’ (I was unbothered). After they had settled down, a lady approached me and we started talking about accommodation. We were communicating in English when she paused to ask for my name and I told her “Ayobami” and she goes “Egbami, I am Teniola. So you are a Yoruba girl and I have been blowing English since, dakun ojare.” I just smiled casually as we switched language to Yoruba. After our discussion, we concluded that during or after our PPA parole the next morning, we were going to hunt for an accommodation together, and wherever we find, we would split the bill. She didn’t want to live with more than one person and same as me. The only reason I could converse with Teniola and come to a conclusion with her was because I felt at ease with her even though I didn’t know her behaviour.
After looking around, there was just one other person (Kehinde) that I would have also agreed to live with, but for others, I wasn’t sure AT ALL. Maybe this was why the urge to pray before they returned came because I honestly didn’t want to live with just anybody, I didn’t want to have unreasonable reasons to complain throughout the year, but then the Holy Spirit knows everyone in that place more than me.
I was one of those who woke up early to bathe and prepare for the day and at exactly 6am, we heard a knock on the door that woke everyone… those who were just waking up covered up before we opened the door. It was the guys and the excos who picked us from camp. We had devotion together and they gave all of us descriptions to our PPAs and the local government secretariats. They also told us things to take note of and things that are important for us to know, dropped their numbers, wished us well and left.
Teniola and I went through the same route as well as some other guys, so we set out together and exchanged contacts in case of any information (as regards accommodation). It was shocking to us that even though we were on khaki, Enugu people assumed we understood Igbo and kept speaking the language to us. The hustle for us now was to get a bus as we were not understanding the bus conductors clearly. At this point, Teniola was being careful on our behalf so we won’t misplace.
New layout! New layout! A bus conductor called out and we jumped in… without even sure if it was the right bus or not.