THE EXTREME HYPOCRISY OF MOST CAMPUS CHRISTIAN GROUPS (FECA Nsukka As a Case Study) And 4 years in total in Service under them i stayed (2006-2010), some of the most Beautiful years of my life. First 2 years as Assistant General Secretary, last 2 as President. With all my heart i loved them, doing all i could to better her cause and Properly position her. The Presidential 2 years especially, so sacrificial so thoroughly, most of it much quietly. Being under Multiple Oil Company Scholarships, between 2009 and 2010, i was paid nearly N1 Million in grants from Shell, Chevron and Agip Oil Companies. Less than N300 000 of it on me was spent. Nearly ALL of the rest (over N500 000) quietly was spent, on FECA Nsukka and on her people (then called FECAites) For them, not because i couldnt, but because so deeply i Cared, i intentionally paid much more attention to Her and her People, than i could give to school, in the years 2009/2010 of my 4th Year and Final Year. And so therefore, when my First year GPA was 4.7 and by 4th year, i still was on track for a First Class Honours, i would go on to end up with a low 2-1 graduate (CGPA of 3.68). And not because i strayed or didnt know what i was i doing. I saw it all coming, but rather chose to make the choice to sacrifice it all for that which to me then mattered much more. And no, absolutely NO regrets about it all do i have. THEIR VERY EXTREMELY BEAUTIFUL WAY OF GRATITUDE What i have to say is so long that i will split it over several posts. But first this: Towards the end of my Presidential tenure (and the ending of my stay in the University), with one of her girls, in love i came to be. A most brilliantly beautiful lady whose identity i will not for now reveal. About her, i once wrote this: THE MELODY OF A LOVE STORY PART 1: THE START OF SOMETHING NEW April 15, 2011 at 2:23pm I was basically tired. Sick & tired of everything. Of who I had been. Of most of what I had done. Tired that I had lived most of my life in the recent past for the needs of others. And neglected myself. Now, my life was falling apart. I had lost the passion I could live for. No fire. No conviction. No will to conquer and excel. Courage almost gone... God knows I never wanted to go on that trip. It represented who I had been. I desperately wanted to make such things a part of my history. But that would go on to be one of the most magical trips I would ever make. But not for the most popular reasons others had. My reason - silly yet so critical. But it was to prove to be a defining moment in my existence. A gateway between my history and my dreams. Because it was there she gate crashed into my dreams. Had known her for so long. First, from a distance as the geeky brain-whizz with the soaring reputation. Then had watched her blossom into any great man’s dream. Yeah, I wasn’t supposed to think this way. But after that picnic earlier in the year, I couldn’t help but notice. The sun seemed trapped in her eyes. Her face dazzled like a rainbow. Body built like the imposing Statue of Liberty. Hey boy, Focus! This is so inappropriate. You shouldn’t think of her that way. You’ve got so much to do. But what could I do? Maybe I should heed my own advice. But the trip was to change everything... I had almost not gone. Only changed my mind 30mins before it would’ve been too late to go. And so I had appeared there. Much to everyone’s surprise, and joy. But it wasn’t till the next morning before I saw her. Then we greeted. And she smiled. My heart missed a beat. Young man, focus! You are not here for... You are here for... I stayed out of her way most of that day. But at night, the very end of the program, I just had to be close to her. Hey of course, not to sit by her. But to be able to steal an occasional glance... without being caught! But oh, she was nowhere to be found. I had resigned to my fate, when someone tapped me. I turned. It was her. Like one hypnotized, I didn’t need to be persuaded to follow her downstairs. And to purchase the book she desired, without her even asking! Anything, to put more earthquake-producing smiles on her awesome face. And now, the trip home. I was already seated. Then gave up my seat on a plea from someone. Chose to move ahead. Then saw her. Settled into a seat in front of her. Wow, what more could one dream of. First few hours, entombed in silence. Then the bus had to stop. Had gotten spoilt. Was this destiny? Was it all part of some big plan by the unseen? Or was it my dream being given a chance to flourish before the dreaming could even begin? Who knows? But anyway, I had some moments to sit with her and talk. I needed to know what it was about this girl that so intrigued me? I desired to meet the real her. The one hidden beneath the hurricane-triggering smile and volcanic charisma. And as the moments went past, the small spark grew into a roaring flame... And now, I’ve regained my fire. I feel like riding a war horse. Over mountains and hills. Over plateaus and plains. To feel the wind whipping through my hair. And experience the sunshine streaming on my face. To discover things unknown. To leave legacies unimagined. And to conquer the world. And place it at her feet! Now, my dreams have changed. Not so radically as such. But she’s now the centre of it. I do not know the way things will turn out. I’m so scared she may rip the note I’ll give her into pieces and give me a slap when next we see. I’m so unable to tell her the way I feel. And I don’t know what the future holds. But I’m sure of one thing, with every beat of my heart, and every step that I take: That this could be the start of something new! That is, if she allows it. But will she?... TO BE CONTINUED... THE FECA RESPONSE And so therefore, for DARING to be in love with One of their sisters and even then going on to have the audacity/effrontery to ask her out, The Lords/gods of FECA colluding with my Successors then labelled me Unspiritual and absolutely immature and thus thoroughly unbefitting of the highly lofty/noble/elevated high office of President/ex-President... TO BE CONTINUED...
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