… Continued from last week.
Omo na so tongue start o… I wasn’t surprised sha, but you needed to see the look on Chinyere’s face, she was low-key pissed. She stretched one of her long legs to help her head forward in doing a mental capture of the lady’s face, she was quiet and from my bed, I could sense that she wasn’t the only one uncomfortable.
I feel I should state this here my fellow spirit-filled, tongue-speaking Christian brethren, that it is highly important that we are sensitive to our environment and people around us. “It’s just the first morning, actually, and we still have about 20 more days to live together,” so I thought.
Dear Ramat left the hostel before anyone to go to the mosque for her morning prayers so I was left to walk to the meditation ground alone. They called it a meditation ground but I call it assembly ground and I could really trade that assembly time for extra sleep time.
It already looked like it was going to be the norm to march to the parade ground after the ‘assembly’, and heaven knows that this march past is so not my thing but for no reason I was still trying.
I kept hearing the band and it really made me distracted “where are they playing from?” I asked myself. They sounded so close, yet not in sight. I gathered courage (I can be very shy sometimes) and approached one of the female soldiers, that I wanted to join the band. She went to meet the soldier (a Yoruba man) in charge of my platoon (platoon 7) who had a very stern look but one could tell he was a kind man. He told me not to worry as he was also incharge of coordination of the band too, “ooh that’s fine,” I thought.
After breakfast, we had lectures then lunch, before returning to the parade ground and then back for dinner and the evening program (this was what our daily routine looked like).
While we lined up for our dinner I was listening to the OBS (Orientation Broadcasting Service) guys and then an announcement came up.
“Corp members interested in joining the band meet the band members in the band room by OBS right opposite the kitchen.” I was excited about this announcement and I quickly collected dinner and left. I turned to locate the room and I saw one fineeee guy in his sweat shirt and shorts resting on a pole.
“Good evening,” I said, greeting him “Good evening,” he replied with his sweet voice. “I heard the announcement about joining the band and I’m one of those interested,” I said to him with some kind of confidence.
“Alright, what instrument would you or do you like to play?” He asked.
“The Saxophone,” I replied.
He gave me a surprise look, and asked: “Do you have your mouth piece and have you been playing before?”
“I’m still a baby player and yes I have my mouth piece,” I quickly replied, still feeling quite excited.
“Fantastic, you can join us after the meditation when you see the drums arranged outside, we’ll move differently to the parade ground. My name is Emeka, what’s yours?”
“Ayobami, but you can call me ‘Bami,” I responded, slightly blushing.
“Have a lovely night rest, see you later,” he said
“Thank you,” I said, smiling as I left.
I had not taken two steps when I heard Emeka’s voice saying: “Seun, I meet one babe wey dey play sax now o, guy she get her own mouth piece, this set go bad o…”
Guyyssss, you need to see how my head was swelling; I was very happy that I had made my intention known plus ahn ahn, that guy fine oooo
“Bami it’s too early to start having a camp crush, be going to your hostel biko,” I quickly talked sense to myself as I moved away from them.
I had started thinking of what band rehearsals would look like and how I’d have to handle being shy. Not quite long after leaving Emeka, I saw a gathering of people and it looked like an evening service for corp members. I moved closer to find out what was happening and figured it was NCCF (Nigerian Christian Corpers Fellowship). I joined them before retiring to my hostel at least to rest a bit before they play that bugle thing.
I couldn’t wait to join the band guys the next day, if not for anything, to at least see Emeka’s fine face again and hear his sweet voice.
To be continued…