ADVENTURES OF SST When SST Was Moved To Abuja . . . . And Just as I was having a good time trying to know Lagos a bit more, I got a call one morning from a friend working at the Military Secretary’s office in Abuja. “Hey, SST you been posted!” He shouted so excitedly that I first thought he was announcing me for a lottery win. Posted? What an alarmist! “Posted? How and where?” I replied in shock “I am just a year old in lagos Oga!” “My friend!” he shouted a note of caution “You have been posted back to Abuja . . . Check that little form you sign on joining the service? . . . Ready to go anywhere you are sent to serve, remember? . . . and for your information Abuja is amongst the anywhere . . . old boy.” “Oh yeah! . . . and since you are nearby where the form is hidden, please help me check if I also included a name like warri and Yenagoa amongst the anywhere I am ready to serve when sent?” Bringing up the towns in the oil producing region that all serving personnel were hustling to be posted to! “warri ke? why not new York? Abeg suit yourself; SST! Just thought I should let you know that’s all!” He was laughing. The line went off! well, anyway that was how I found myself rolled down back to Abuja from the exciting life of Lagos. It’s not easy for a growing Lagos boy like me to fit in easily in Abuja. in Lagos, man! What you see is what you get. But not with Abuja! You see, in Abuja, all the babes are multilingual; Brazilian hair, British accent, American nose touch, French eyelid . . . For you to get to anything Nigeria about them, you need to go under all the cover of different nations! The guys are not left out too, in this era of international fashion show; American sag jeans, British white sleeveless singlet, italian shoes of any measure! That’s not what you get to see in Lagos!—in Lagos; what you see is what you get! However, the good thing about Abuja unlike in Lagos is everybody knows where he belongs in the society strata . . . if you say you stay in Karu, asokoro, or Maitama areas in abuja . . . You don’t need to mention where your social class falls! But in lagos, you could mention the highbrow Victoria island and be found living at the waterfront! and that was how I got to abuja, and as soon as the babes got to know I live at Asokoro, it was always; ‘SST when are we coming to see you?’ Or ‘oh SST, can’t you invite us to your place?’ Putting on that Aje butter notion, “we just want to have fun” accent! But as soon as they found out my Asokoro is behind the State House, where the barracks are, and not the one across the bridge, where the embassies are located . . . all the “why can’t you invite us to your place SST,” suddenly turned to; ‘eh, did I ask if I can come to your place before? Abeg SST or whatever you call yourself, you must have heard me wrongly! anyway, can’t you see I am busy?” To cont
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