That's the influence she has on you,she brings out the soul in the soul-less,God! I miss her. With a can of coca cola in my hand which I gave to her we hugged,we said our good byes and I left the pavilion without looking back. Yet we did see again two days after,she waited for me at the airport in Kano and I travelled down to bid her farewell. I was running late,due to the language bar rear between the motorist and me. Got to the airport with 8mins to spare,and those few minutes with her were the best for the remainder of the week. As I write today before this almost dieing candle,I know for sure who ever posted me to that camp wrote my fate,because now with or without her she had me taught to be who have always wanted be .I miss that girl I met.
I met a girl,she frowned,she smiled,we laughed,we ate together,it was epic,when the sun rose reality set in and we left in different directions. That pretty sums everything up but did no proper justice to how amazing the few days I spent with her was. Under the harsh weather of the core Northern part of Nigeria,I wasn't expected to find a serene moment as the one i had the instance I saw beauty at its peak. Fanisau NYSC orientation camp,Jigawa state's field was packed with awaiting corp members to be sworn in. The sky was raining heat and our legs were tired of waiting for the state governor,so I squat to relieve the pain on my knees and to find shade from the people standing around. And behold I saw a jungle boot not properly worn,from below I slowly looked upward till I saw her face. There she stood FROWNING with an amazing stature strictly for a model,her hands folded across her chest,her black shades on,she was pouting softly (a lips well shaped) and at that moment I forgot I travelled 14hours to be under this sun. Didn't get to see her until hours later,when we were called to Goodluck's multi-purpose hall to fill in our green cards. God I suck at first conversations with a lady,especially a pretty one. After a lot deliberation with my inner soul, i turned and asked her the date we were suppose to fill in the card,she answered quite cold and strict. I was forced to ask "don't you smile" and this time her expression was louder than her words. Honestly didn't make out what she said but her expression was like "piss off will you". I faced front and quietly prayed she won't bite me from behind. Through out the next day I didn't see her. After the usual morning meditation we gathered in our various platoons and there she was forming up for parade four rows ahead of me. As we were matching she hit her hand to back of another corp member and she fell crying. There was my moment of blessing,every woman is vulnerable when weak you don't need to use any tactic to get on their good side just simply care! After parade I went to her, I didn't just sound concerned I truly cared,which man in his right minds won't. Thus we became friends. She disappeared yet a again,. On monday morning halfway through the parade,someone gently tapped me on my back and there she was SMILING. At first she was withdrawn and unhappy but I was pertinacious on changing that. Looking back,I realise its not how persuasive I was that made her let me in pain. Somethings about her till now are just not explainable. She told me one of her just graduated friends passed away on the day we resumed camp. Then I started fixing the pieces of how uninterested she's been strolling around camp and the tiredness in her eyes for she had been crying which I never noticed. Coupled with the fact we all collected our call-up to Jigawa state with heavy hearts and at that moment I looked beyond the attractive woman standing before me to the compassionate soul that's projecting outwards. Wanted to pull her close and tell,her "all will be fine" but down in my heart I wasn't sure myself because any little issue we all had in our lifes, being posted to the state separating Nigeria from Niger Republic compounded it all. I would love to say I didn't fell for her right there,but who would I be kidding. When she walks and you don't stare,then boy never argue being straight,when she talks and you seem uninterested then you better stick to nickledon channel and when she rolls her eyes in pity,I wouldn't be surprised to see you carry her hand bag. In simple terms she's an eye candy. Parades became arena for us to chat,its either we are intentionally mixing up the steps to get thrown out or we are listening to music on her cell using one earphone. I taught her how to "prison break" away from parades to go see those practising for cultural nights. Most hausa dancing steps were horrible we LAUGHED it up. Mammy scenes were adorable;I hate water melons,but with her I must eat it,I never tasted mosa,she made me EAT it with her and if don't I would turn to "enemy of the state"(a bad place you don't want her to put you). You can't count the numbers of coca cola she consumes per day. Even after the lights were out,we would continue to exchange text till a party falls asleep. The cold mornings became warmer because I knew I was going to see her again,that thought brightens me. There are seasons for everything under heaven; a time to sow a time reap...........there came a time for the camp to end. She was redeployed to Lagos. She had earlier tried to convince me to apply for redeployment too but I refused. The night before our departure we cuddled up behind the pavilion having our last hurrah. I can only tell you my mind I was scared,not because she's leaving but for I know she's taking along a part of me I never knew existed,a part she reflected her near perfections on. As the sun rose,I developed stomach ache though it was mild. I pretended it wasn't ,so as for her to care more oh! It worked. The passing out parade was boring and long but to amuse people as usually she and I put up a show. I knelt down and propose to her and she said yes and the paperrazzi was all over us.
