Tidying Things

She must have felt sorry for me. She was the one who spoke up and told me what had happened: She informed me that the new HOD promised Odili that if he confessed how he obtained the paper, nothing would happen to him. Odili spoke up, telling him that I was the one who supplied him with the questions and answers.

The lecturer was looking for direct evidence linking Odili to Jane's father. It was a blackmail scheme. He wanted to bring down someone he thought was an ally of the vc's opponent in order to gain the vc's favor. Jane's father, on the other hand, twisted everything when he insisted that he left the question paper with madam Nana, the departmental secretary to photocopy.

Madam Nana had to give it to Odili, he insisted. It was a full-fledged war, with everyone attempting to shift blame to someone else. She informed me that the case would be forwarded to the school senate, and that a case of leaked question papers would automatically result in the old HOD's dismissal.

But he was so confident that he'd win the case by making madam Nana the scapegoat. Madam Nana, on the other hand, had a card up her sleeve. She revealed that the guy Odili claimed he got the papers from; me who was dating the daughter of the HOD. She claimed she had witnessed them having sex in the HOD's office.

That was the final and most crucial factor that would make the case against the HOD stronger. He made the right decision by agreeing with his lecturers not to take the case to the Senate. They agreed to settle it within themselves. He agreed to resign as part of the deal.

That is precisely what occurred. He resigned and decided to deal with me on his own: he was the judge, jury, and executioner in a crude execution of judgment. He failed me in both of the courses he was in charge of, including the control process, which was unrelated to the dispute.

2 YEARS LATER.....

"That's you, baby!" My girlfriend's voice brought me back into the real world. My name had just been called by the old man who was handing out call-up letters. My girlfriend was a lot more apprehensive than I was. When Rita graduated and left for service, I met her during my extra year. During the extra long year, she was the best thing that could have happened to me.

We were almost living together the entire time. After Samuel and all of my friends left for service early the following year, I sold most of our possessions, including our home theater, television, rug, and foam, to help pay for my school fees. I used what little money I had left to rent a very cheap room in one of the worst off camp hostels at school.

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Unlike Rita, my current girl friend was extremely committed to the relationship. For her, the relationship was more than just a dating relationship. It was a serious affair, according to her, that could lead 'somewhere,' at least that's what she tells her friends.

The way she treated me captivated me; it was as if her entire world revolved around me. It's always 'honey, what are you going to eat?' or 'honey, what will I get for you when I get back?' It was her idea for us to volunteer at the same camp. We could then do our primary assignment at the same location with the help of people she knew. I wasn't crossing my fingers because it sounded like a great idea.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard the old man call my name for the second time. It's decision time! I've been standing in the sun for six hours for nothing. I approached him and climbed the small stairwell leading to his table. "Photocopy," he said, and I handed him a duplicate of my result statement. As he did, I couldn't help but scan the page with my eyes. Six years of schooling for that piece of paper... Satisfied the examiners and senate of the bla bla bla... and has been awarded Second Class Honours (Lower Division).

The degree will be awarded to you at the the next bla bla bla... It was vexing to see the 2-2! "I D card," the man inquired again, and I handed him mine. He continued to leaf through it. I didn't mind; he could take an hour, it was already my turn, and I didn't care.

"Please sign here." I signed, and he later handed me the callup letter. As he called the next name, I moved to the side. I quickly opened it and skimmed through the page:...Provisions of Decree No. 51 of June 16, 1993 bla bla bla... Deployment status:... I raised my head in the direction of my girlfriend. She was smiling at me, expecting me to return the smile to confirm that the runs were successful.

No, I didn't. Because it was unsuccessful. k o g I is the deployment state.

It was heartbreaking for my girlfriend. She was let down! It was heartbreaking to see the joy on her face fade and be replaced by a worried expression. "It's fine," I said. It's not all that bad. I couldn't think of anything else to say. I wasn't excited about kogi, and I wasn't looking forward to Lagos either. I was completely uninterested in the program. But why kogi? Among all states? I knew nothing about kogi; I only saw it on a map of the country, somewhere above the Niger River. We exited the student affairs building and returned home.

It was a Friday afternoon, and camp was set to open the following Tuesday. We were supposed to return to our respective homes the following day, Saturday, and prepare for camping. She had everything planned out; according to her, I was to arrive in Lagos on Monday, stay in a guest house, spend the night together, and then head to Lagos Camp together. She had everything planned out, but this disturbing development had derailed her plans. She was clearly upset by this, as evidenced by her behavior that evening when we went out to eat.

She'd been quiet all day, so quiet that I wished her Lagos plans for me had come true. At the very least, so she could be happy. I tried to console her, but she is wise. I told her about Rita and how our relationship ended because she graduated. I've already told her that I'm not interested in long-distance relationships. "I am far too young to be entangled in the complexities of long relationships," I once told her. She was aware, and I made it clear that I preferred to be out of sight and out of mind. That was probably her main concern.

She predicted that the relationship would end once we arrived at our respective camps; she was correct! That night, our lovemaking was very passionate and intense. It was our final night at the hotel. We had packed everything because the room was going to be taken over by my girl's cousin.

We had a lengthy conversation about the possibility of continuing the relationship. She was leading me on, and I didn't want to add to her anguish by turning down the option. "It will work out," she assured me, "we will always stay in touch, calls, texts, it's only three weeks." - No, it's a full year, I reasoned to myself. "After the camp, you can re-deploy to Lagos."