The Series Of My Life - Season 1 - Episode 39

4 years ago

The Series Of My Life - Season 1 - Episode 39

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ADAEZE OKORONKWO, native of Ngodo Isuochi in Abia state Nigeria arrived at the Camp.
I was returning from a farm settlement where I had been taken by Irene, a fat German lady whose ancestors had migrated from Czechoslovakia (Now Czech Rep and Slovakia).

Some people had gathered near the Camp gate, when I approached them, I was told that there was a fight.

Two Nigerians young men had been fighting over who would get Adaeze. The two men had previously quarreled over something a few days ago. The Adaeze saga was just another one.

Since I was a Camerounian in camp and I was already waiting for my posting, I didn't want to involve myself in the fight.
I asked who the Adaeze was and someone pointed me to her direction. I left the war zone and strolled towards the new catch.
She was a beautiful tall slim girl. The type that usualy claimed to be top models and the type that pasted the posters of Naomi campbell all over her room.

As I approached her, Awiti came out of nowhere and held my hand.

'' where have you been'' she had asked.
I gave her a silly excuse about how I went to the park to concentrate and pray to my god. There was a lot of noise in the camp and my god didn't really like noise.

She laughed hard. I retoured from my original destination and took Awiti to a hidden corner where Adaeze could not see us.

I was still going to approach Adaeze, just not now.

Awiti and I talked about how we were going to unite if we were posted to different cities.
She had already made a good plan. A plan that favoured her alone.

We were going to relocate to Munchen (Munich) and find a cheap apartment. We will find work through the help of her aunts who had lived in Munchen for many years. We will work for a year or two, save enough money and get married. Then live happily ever after.
It was such a sweet plan, the only problem on it was that

1- There was no where in the plan where I was to fulfil my dream of driving a BMW.
2- The plan did not cover Efuah and her pregnancy. It did not cover my family back home.
3- I didn't see where the plan covered my ambition of traveling all over the World when I got my papers and above all, I didn't see how the plan covers how I was going to get a permanent resident permit.
I agreed on her plan and smiled on it too.
It was getting dark, so I advised her to go to her hostel while I prepared for the evening prayers.
When she left, I went back into the open place to look for Adaeze but couldn't find her.
During the evening prayers which happened to be conducted and dominated by Nigerians, who unfortunately denied Nigeria there in Camp. There were also two Camerounian ladies who hardly follow when we sang in Igbo, a Kenya girl, Agnes the Uganda and one other lady I didn't know where she came from. (I never asked because she was ugly and short).

Adaeze had somehow made it to the Prayer venue. I didn't know who invited her but she was there before I came.