… From the last post
I was ordering my food jejely (gently) when Charles interrupted me and said: “Babe, abeg arrange food ₦700 for me… you know as e dey be na” before facing the lady selling and told her, “don’t worry na she go give you money” and he stepped aside to greet his friend who was passing by.
I was shook! “Egbami faa,” I said, almost shouting, then quickly told the lady “Aunty I am here to buy and pay for my plate ALONE, no go dull am oo”. The lady laughed, sold my food and I left before Charles returned.
On my way to the hostel, I jammed Olaoluwa after saying goodnight to a female friend he walked to the hostel. He was one of the cute looking guys in camp and he had this baby face that makes you wonder if he’s one of those people with an extremely fast education and are still very young, and yes, he’s a lover of good music and comes across as a worshipper.
“Bamisax (he called me that often), how are you doing?” He asked, really smiling.
I just sat down with him and we had quite a lengthy chat; talked about NCCF, God, Sax, Music and life generally. I was really comfortable chatting with Ola and it felt really refreshing.
“Goodnight Bamisax, see you tomorrow” he said in a really loud voice I was almost embarrassed but later found it funny.
I saw Olaoluwa the next day and the day after that and every other day, we either walk back to the camp after the parade or an activity or we saw during or after the NCCF evening service while Godwin and I had our evening chats, he (Godwin) was a lover of art.
It was Saturday already and from Sunday, we were to start our countdown, as it was the last week in camp.
Max had once said to us “on the last day, I tell you, many will CRY” I felt the joy in him whenever he made this statement. But then, what’s my own, I was simply waiting to see his words come through.
Sunday came and it was as if corps members were waiting for the last week to start unbelievable things.
Uloma, the hostel aproko, was the one who ran into the hostel shouting Condom! Condom! Condom!