Patiently read this long piece for your delight........ By CASPER NYSC brings with it excitement; the possibility of serving with a befitting establishment and most of all, the likelihood of retention. Despite the deluge of graduates that the nation turns out each year with hardly reasonable efforts at job creation, every graduate somehow believes that their future and the path to it in the job market will be different; and rightly so. Faith certainly comes into play in job hunt among other factors. While some find their way to Lagos, Port Harcourt, Abuja, Kaduna, Kano etc, others take the long winding journey to Sokoto, Yobe, Maiduguri, and Kebbi among other similar states. The expectations of those who head far north of the Niger are often damp and gloomy given the shortage of opportunities up there. Another group of corpers who serve in the far north create a different kind of opportunity for themselves though, albeit reprehensible. Below are unsavory stories of female some corpers’ who served in the far north. Chioma and the gang They were a group of girls from the south who were bent on making their time in Sokoto during NYSC count financially, and they took rather odd measures to achieve this. It was 4:00PM, and Charles sat lazily in front of his apartment at the Corpers’ lodge on Aliyu Jedi road. “Is chief here?” Chioma asked him from inside the apartment. “No, not yet.” They had been living together since meeting in camp six months back. Their relationship was one that had boundaries drawn out on every imaginable facet. Chioma had just got married before graduation and her husband lived in Italy. Often, while sprawled on the couch with Charles massaging her back, she would be talking to her husband on the phone. He seemed to truly care about her, and called very often to check on her. “How are you doing honey?” He would ask. “Is the sun too hot?” “It is sweetheart,” she’d answer with her eyes closed as she enjoyed a cozy massage from her boyfriend. “But we are managing,” she’d continue. “Have you installed the air conditioner?” “Yes darling, I have. I would be dead without it. I am broke though after all the installation.” “Not to worry, I will send you money by Monday,” he’d reassure her. “Thank you sweetheart. What would I do without you? I hope it is not too cold for you over there?” “It is not too bad my love. I am used to it now. I can’t wait for you to be here though, to keep me warm.” “Oh! My love, how I crave to do that,” she would answer, her voice reflecting a fake concern for the husband, who believed her completely. As soon as he would hang up, she would head for the bed with Charles as though her husband never existed. On this day though, she was on a hunt for something bigger. Chief was a wealthy contractor from Anambra state who had made millions over several years living in Sokoto. He consorted with young girls at will, throwing money at them without restraint, and NYSC supplied an endless pool of girls to choose from. Chioma had become his right hand girl. She not only made sure that Chief was well taken care of, she also made sure that in addition to herself taking care of Chief, he had a variety of other girls to do just the same. She was both merciful and brutal in her choice of girls to accompany herself and Chief to Sokoto hotel for their weekend rendezvous. Whoever was in her bad books failed to gain from Chief’s largesse, and vice versa. She had become powerful amongst girls in her line of trade. Suddenly, a Volvo pulled into the lodge. Chief managed to squeeze out of the car, with his mountainous pot belly dangling like a balloon filled with water. “How are you today?” He asked Charles. “I am fine sir, thank you?” Charles answered smiling from ear to ear. “Is Chioma around?” “Yes sir, let me call her for you.” He ran into the apartment like a 12-year-old scampering on an errand to please his father. He dashed back outside just as quickly as he had run into the house. ‘She is coming sir.” A friend of Charles’, another corper who lived next door had been sitting outside with him, as they tried to evade the ravaging heat inside. He too sat obsequiously in complete reverence of the money bag, Chief Umunna. Chioma came out dressed in a red dress. Owing to Sharia law, she covered her whole body at least. She had a red purse to match and a red pair of high- heeled shoes. “You look beautiful today Chiichii,” she said smiling like a toddler receiving his Xmas gift from his parents. “Thank you Chief.” Chief dug his hand inside his right pocket and pulled out a wad of Naira notes. He handed Charles eight thousand Naira, and four thousand to his friend. “Thank you sir!” They echoed, slightly lowering their heads in adulation of Chief Umunna. “Not to worry,” Chief answered and whisked his catch away. Shortly afterwards, they stopped at Wamako road and picked up Arese, a friend of Chioma’s who had gone the extra mile all week to make Chioma happy. Today, she was being rewarded for her loyalty. They picked up Ijeoma and Nneka later on and the entire gang headed to Sokoto hotel. Upon arrival, the girls stayed outside for a few minutes to allow Chief Umunna walk unaccompanied to his hotel room. He walked harmlessly to the pre- booked room, and after about fifteen minutes, he called Chioma to inform the girls it was time to come join him. Several hours later, each girl was about ten thousand Naira richer, with the exception of Chioma who bagged twenty thousand. Meanwhile, Charles left for ‘mamy’ market as soon as Chioma had left with Chief to soak himself in a bowl of beer. “Don’t you feel bad about this Charly?” His friend Akpan had asked. “About what?” “Your girlfriend now. How you go just dey watch another man carry am like that after you don collect money?” “That one no concern me. She get husband for Italy too. As far as I get my share, I no mind. After youth service all man go waka go im side,” Charles answered with no emotions. Later in the night when they were lying beside each other, Charles would haggle for more rewards from Chioma. “How much you make from Chief today?” “Twenty thousand. That man na money miss road.” “You suppose square me up oh!” Charles would suggest. “No worry my sweety, in the morning, I go drop 3K for you.” “Na im make I like you!” Charles would answer with a malicious smile on his face. Chinyere the lone ranger She was a sleek, slender, and quiet girl. A graduate of marketing from a state university in the east. You would think she could not hurt a fly. Her traditional wedding ceremony had taken place just weeks before youth service. She was undeniably beautiful, and her husband was crazy about her. Soon after camp, she was keen to move out of her shabby corper’s lodge apartment and her husband quickly sent money to take care of that, but she wanted more. She wanted a massive flat screen television, a giant fridge, a whole flat to herself rather than share with anybody, and much more. She had her sights set on a flat in one of the new housing units built by the state government. She had been there to see a friend once, and the thought of moving into a flat at the complex consumed her. It was not long before she accompanied her friend to the office of the man who made her securing an apartment there possible. Alhaji Shehu was a well read fellow in his early forties who held a key position in the ministry of urban and rural planning. He had a thing for girls, and southern girls were willing to play ball. Shortly after accompanying her friend, Nelly to Shehu’s office, she popped up one afternoon unannounced at Shehu’s office. Shehu was delightfully surprised. Before long, Chinyere dazzled her way into Shehu’s heart. The two of them began to pay secret visits to Giginya hotel in the dead of the night. Shehu suddenly had a bunch of work to attend to at the office, being the story he told his wives. Nelly who believed she had sole, unfettered access to Alhaji Shehu, well outside his home was quite surprised to see her friend Chinyere move into an even bigger flat at the complex. “So, Chii Baby, how did you make this happen?” She curiously asked Chinyere, managing to suppress as a wave of anger that rampaged within her. “Oh, nothing oooh! You recall that day I went to see Alhaji with you, he gave me his card. I rang him up and asked if he could help me move in here, and he was happy to help. He is a very kind man,” Chinyere answered coolly, giving away no emotions whatsoever. “Yes, he is a kind man indeed. He walks the streets looking for any girl to offer an apartment here, and you got an even bigger apartment,” Nelly replied, this time raising her voice. “There is no need to get all worked up, Nelly. I simply asked and the man helped. Is anything wrong with that?” “So why didn’t you let me know as your friend you were going to ask him for such favor?” “I didn’t realize I needed your permission to talk to the man Nelly, after he had given me his business card in front of you?” Chinyere retorted. “You are an evil girl. I should have known better. I know what I gave the man to get my flat. For you to get this one, I am sure you have gone much further. Please stop telling me jargons about the man being a kind man. I should have known you were a snake.” Nelly’s anger was boiling over by now, while Chinyere remained as cool as cucumber. “There is no need to call me names Nelly. I have told you what happened. If you do not want to believe me, then get out of my flat,” She said still maintaining a calmness that would make you think she was an Archbishop. Nelly was overly repulsed. “Me leave your flat? You are evil Chinyere. Remember you have a husband, me I no get. You no suppose to dey do this kind runs,” she said as she stormed out of Chinyere’s flat. The next morning, she went to Shehu’s office and yelled her lungs out, as if she were married to him. Long story short, she was thrown out of the building, and never allowed back in. By the next week, she was evicted from her palatial flat, forcing her back to the lowly corper’s lodge. While Chinyere calmly won the war, she had no idea what was coming her way. Nelly was not the type to give up a fight. She sniffed her way to Enugu and broke the news of Chinyere’s infidelity to her husband, who would not believe it at first. In a matter of days, he was in Sokoto himself led by the watchful eyes of Nelly. At Nelly’s suggestion, he lodged into Giginya hotel where Chinyere and Shehu were known to meet regularly. He was broken to pieces when he saw his wife walking into a hotel room with Shehu at an ungodly hour of the night. He managed to put himself together. The next morning, he confronted his wife who continued to lie through her teeth. Her lies failed to erase the pictures on her husband’s camera, and more so, his memory. He took a flight back to the east, thus, ending the marriage even before it took any meaningful roots!
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 21:51:05 +0000
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