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[story] Astray In Love

Episode 8

No doubt! This journey remains the best I’ve

ever embarked on in my life, full of fun till we

got to Abeokuta in Ogun State. Most of the

instructors that knew me when our screening

was conducted were asking me how i make it

back to my own state, “Oga na God ooo” I

replied with a smiling face. The work is pretty

cool, routines such as morning physical training

(PT) are carried out three times in a week and

evening games two times in a week. Monday,

Wednesday and Fridays are always for morning

PT while Tuesday and Thursdays are for

Evening games. At morning PT, normal jugging

and light exercise are observed for about 1

hour 15 minutes while Games like football,

handball, volleyball, table tennis, Boxing and so

on are observed at evening games. Work

resumed by 08:45am on morning PT days and

07:45 on non morning PT days. Evening games

on the other hand is schedule to hold by 4pm

on it’s days. While i resumed at work by

07:45am and closed by 02:00pm, i wondered if

am still in secondary school. Everything is

simply simple and straight with timing. Once

you find yourself late for any activities, the

guardroom (place where offenders are kept)

will be your best friend for that day. We still

received lectures as if we are still on course, i

wasn’t comfortable about the lectures because

i found out that the same thing we were been

thought in Kaduna are the same thing they are

still teaching us. One day, i decided to ask why

we can’t just leave all this things aside and

move on with another topic since everyone of

us have understood the message they are trying

to pass across to us. On asking the question,

the instructor ask the class to give me a round

of applause, everybody wondered why they are

clapping for me when the guardroom supposed

to be my best friend throughout the day for

asking such stupid question. To them, the

question sounds stupid and awkward but the

the instructor, it really means i have been

paying attention to what I’m been thought right

from Artillery school. “The corp of Artillery is a

very delicate corp as no single iota of mistake

will be tolerate in the battle field. The corp

required us to fire our target without seeing it

and at the same time fire over our friendly

forces. If a single mistake occur in the

computing then there is every possibilities that

the shot will land on our friendly forces and

you all know what that means.” The instructor

explained. We all nodded our head in positive

with amazed. “That is why our slogan remains

the “Corp of Proud Professional” because we

don’t make mistake.” The instructor further


“Gabriel, you just justify the second position

you obtained in Kaduna” He commended me.

All eyes was on me, i feel blushed.

I’ve already settled down after four months, my

parlour well arranged with a 32 inches plasma

television, a set of home sound system,

portable refrigerator with juice and fruits inside,

shinning curtain, rug carpet, 14 inches standing

fan and a beautiful center table. My bedroom

holds a 6 by 6 14 inches mattress, a small

bedroom refrigerator and other thing that

beautify a room. I don’t know why i was

arranging my house to impress Ayomide, i

have been thinking of inviting her down to my

place but i was just taking my time. Since i

met her at Mr Biggs, i haven’t set my eyes on

her again, we only keep phone conversation

and WhatApp chat.

I have make up my mind to make my intention

known to her whenever she comes. Play the

first home match if possible at the same time.

I picked up my phone and dialled her number.


Posted by on February 21, 2019.

Categories: /Literature/Stories

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