She Saved Me But HE Caused The Save Way back in the university days, there was this irresistibly beautiful young amazon that I was so obsessed with. Her delectable oval face played like a motion picture a romantic movie right in my head everywhere I went. Then, she was in her second year, studying petrochemical engineering, while I was in my third year, studying Accountancy. We both were students of the same higher institution. After a while, I began to notice that my dream girl had a huge crush for me, which I mistook to be true love. Perhaps, I was wrong. Perhaps, I was right. But hear this first. After a few overtures with my dream girl, I made sure that she told me so much about herself. Upon enquiry, she even told me that she was her parents only child, though, her mother, deceased. She also told me where she lived. But there was something she didnt tell me. Maybe, she reasoned I did not need it because it might not be useful to me. Maybe, I thought I didnt need it either. Before the school embarked on a short break, I told my nightingale that I would like to pay her a visit. But she reluctantly declined. When I asked her why, she took her time to explain to me that her father, a full Colonel in the army, did not want any male friend around her because he feared she might be taken advantage of, and messed up in the end. She went further to tell me how her father had brutally dealt with some of her male visitors and course mates in the past. But I waved the piece of information aside because I thought she was only using that as a gimmick to stop me from visiting her. Honestly, I didnt believe that her father was a soldier, let alone a Colonel. But I didnt forget to tell her before we parted ways that day, that she should expect me anytime, any day! A visibly giant in a military camouflage showed up immediately I pressed the doorbell on one of the gate pillars. Yes, who are you? Who are you looking for? Good afternoon, sir. He ignored me and was busy, looking fiercely into my eyeballs. I would have taken to my heels, if he had asked me to wait a minute for him to call Ure, my supposed host, for me. Im Bright Akudinobi. Im here to see Miss Ure Mgbajiaka (not her real names), sir! But instead of opening the pedestrian gate, he quickly flung the big gate wide open. For who? For me! Quite unbelievable! He now gestured with his head for me to enter. I did. Straight to the living room, he led me. Upon arriving in the palatial sitting room, there were about six or seven men dressed in the full military attire, drinking, eating, having merry and laughing their hearts out. Who says military officers dont laugh? My guide gestured again for me to have my seat. This time, he did it with his right palm, stretched towards a separate seat by the air conditioner. And I sat down. Ive always known military personnel as agile people full of action. Besides, I had a few friends and schoolmates whose fathers were in the military. So, that made me to feel more comfortable and relaxed. How are you, my friend? This time, one of the officers in the sitting room asked me. Im doing fine, sir! Who are you here for? Im here for Miss Ure Mgbajiaka, sir, I responded. Why do you want to see her? Shes my course mate, sir, I responded again! Oh, are you the fifth year student in the same faculty (engineering) as her? Yes, sir, I quickly replied, having garnered more confidence by now. Moreover, I responded in such a manner because I concluded that she had already told the man, whom I assumed was her father, about me and my purported visit. Youre highly welcome, young man! Thank you, sir, I responded. Without saying a word further, my interviewer and host stood up and left. After about seven minutes or thereabout, I saw him reappear, clutching three formidable long horse whips and a bowl. I never thought that those disciplinarians tools were meant for me. Maybe, they were meant for his horses in his stable. After all, horse whips belonged to the horses. What about the bowl? It just could be for the horses too, I reasoned! What are the core dynamics of engineering as a relative discipline, sir? I didnt say a word, as I wasnt looking at him this time. Beside, I didnt think it was I he addressed as sir! I mean you, Engineer Bright Akudinobi! Oh, me, sir? Yes, you, ma, he bellowed. Em....em, sir. Actually, sir....em...em.... Em...em what, my friend? So youre one of those riffraff. Those ragamuffins that Ive always warned my daughter not to associate with? By the time Im done with you here today, you will have learned how not to underestimate an intelligent senior military officer next time! After today, you will know why Im called Colonel Paul Scorpion Mgbajiaka (real names withheld) of 83 Artillery Brigade, Vandekya Division! Oya, on your toes! Begin to do frog jump! Oya, stop (after Ive done that for a while)! Oya, remove your shirt and lie flat down on your tummy on the floor now! Immediately, it dawned on me that I had got myself into a deep mess. Oh, God, please save me from this bestial brute! I vow never to talk to any girl at school again, let alone pay her a visit in her residence! But if I die before hes done, I pray you, Lord, my soul to take. So, help me, God! I muttered silently. Private Akpan! Yes, sir! The called man appeared with alacrity! Private Musa! Yes, sir! He appeared, too! Private Mgbam! Yes, sir! He showed up as well! Now, each of you should take one of these three table knives (referring to the horse whips), slice the loaf of bread (referring to yours truly, me) on the floor and use this delicious butter in this bowl to thoroughly rub on the loaf of bread! Quick! Quick! Oya, start! I later found out that the butter in the bowl was well ground peppers, mixed with a little quantity of water. Oh, my sweet Lord in His sweet Paradise! Twak! Thats one stroke from one of the junior officers assigned with the duty! Before another thunderous stroke could land on my back, Ure, my main host appeared from nowhere! Dad, stop! Thats General Patrick Azizas only nephew! Abrupt silence enveloped the sitting room, as the Colonel gestured his messengers to stop any further whipping. Oh, my God! Young man, why didnt you tell me this before now? Youve put me into a big trouble! Now, with full boldness in my tone, I retorted quickly: But you never bothered to ask! Ure, why didnt you tell me you would have an important visitor from the homestead of my boss? With some obvious affront, I said to him: You should always ask questions before deciding to take actions! This time, I chose to withdraw the prefix sir, as I addressed him by in the start. I was so lucky to have been saved by my tormentors only child. I felt my obviously bleeding bare back with my right palm, intuitively made the sign of the Cross before I finally stood up and put my shirt back on. But before I made to take my leave, I gave the Colonel that look that would seem to convey this kind of message: You see your life? By the time my uncle is done with you, you will never mess around with a close relative of your boss and superior next time! E gboo ogu, onye ujo a na-aba (when a fight between a coward and a brave person is quickly separated, the coward will begin to brag)! Hahahaha! As to whether or not the girl had a crush for me or it was all about true love, perhaps, it was because she truly did love me that made her to save me from her brute of a father. Perhaps, it was a mere crush, as she did what she did for me just to save her face thereafter in the entire school. But whichever it was, I give more HUGE THANKS to the sweet Heavenly Community for saving one of hers on earthly sojourn! Otherwise, I may not have lived to write this near-death unpleasant encounter with a ferocious army chief. May God save and bless my poor soul! Amen! Good morning, friends. Do have a nice day. SHALOM! ___________________ Bright Akudinobi!!!
Posted on: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 23:21:27 +0000
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