My Encounter With Kate - Episode 3
Fear is gone
My elder sister had to change plans; she travelled earlier than she ought to. It was her second time returning home since the beginning of her services year, she informed the family that the next time she would return will be after the completion of her service.
I had gotten all my items needed for camping; I ensured that i bought everything needed including malaria, cough and other important drugs.
A very good friend of mine kicked the bucket the last batch that went camping a month back and coincidentally it was also the same camp i was preparing for, he contracted malaria while in camp, when he returned home, the issue was critical he gave up eventually.
When the tragedy got to me I so devastated, I lost interest in serving, I concluded after his death that Nigeria is worth a nation to serve. I was so crestfallen, I couldn't believe, my disbelief didn't hold water, the obituary was posted, his memories was so lucid, we chatted online few weeks before his demise, he had wanted to introduce me into a lucrative business, We stayed in the same room with him at a point in my stay in the University.
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. I literally couldn't put food into my mouth when i heard of his demise. I kept staring at the obituary, my heart was heavy, I was unconsciously instilled with fear.
I searched for my checklist, it was beneath the sofa, I ticked on the items i acquired as i carefully and neatly arranged them, making sure I placed the drugs before anything else.
I thought of how my experience in camp would be, I tried worrying less; my focus was on the positives
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. I picked up my soccer boots and placed it in my bag. I was happy that i would engage in physical activities. Since i returned to Lagos, my early morning jogging stopped, stopped playing football, stopped visiting the gym, all these were attributed to the nature of my job, often times, i woke up as early as five am, hoping to have my quiet time and return by 8 p.m. Those were my routine in the University. The difference was obvious, my six physiques were fading, and I managed to maintain it with early morning sit ups and push ups.
The room was hot, I took off my shirt, I stared at the mirror for a while, and I noticed I was off my best shape. I have always been conscious of my physique, slim and tall precisely 6.2ft, handsome, fair and tall, these attributes was the major reason i was selected as the face of my class final year award and dinner night while in the university.
I knew the camp was also a place where one meets people of diverse ethnicity, values converged, and i was also happy about meeting new people. All these thoughts made me feel a rush of excitement.
I have a penchant for meeting people especially girls, they always found their way of being around me, my female folks were double of my male, at a time i had to create a balance so I could concentrate on my studies.
At times they were a distraction which was my aura.
I couldn't keep them off me especially times I wanted to be alone, it was like a magnetic force attracting iron, i couldn't control it, maybe because I was funny. I missed the times of being around girls. At home I hardly mingle, was an indoor person. I was now eager to go to camp. I was aware of all the happenings that usually occur in camp, the free lifestyles, the regimented nature, fun and everything. I gathered my luggage, took my shower in order to go to bed early and wake early so i would ride with the first bus.
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