Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 24
Aluta continua! I went once again to see my
C.O and I was intercepted by the R.S.M as I
entered the gate to our Unit. He chased me
out of the premises threatening me with his
swagger stick. He warned me never to step
foot into the premises again else he would
declare me a persona non grata in the
whole of the Barracks. I was shocked
because I was not expecting such reaction
from him. Where did I wrong this man? I
asked myself.
I walked back to the mammy market to cut
my hair. I entered a Barbing salon close to
the tarred road that ran behind the market
called “Ultimate Barbing Salon” the owner
was a young Yoruba boy called Ayo, he was
also a student at the institute of
management and technology (I.M.T) Enugu,
he goes to school in the morning and
returned to his shop in the evening, he had
a paid Barber that works all day at the Shop.
I was used to shining my head since I left
the depot but that day, Ayo gave me a style
that made me smile, he capped it all by
giving me a slit at the left side of my head
like that of Yinka Ayefele the popular Yoruba
gospel singer. He then washed my head and
applied “Sulphur eight ointments” the
menthol from the cream charged some
nerves in my head, I was impressed and I
paid him twice his fare.
I sat down in the small but cozy shop to flip
through the pages of a newspaper as I
ruminated over the drama that ensued
between me and the R.S.M. Amaka had gone
back to Abuja, I have no friends in Enugu to
go to, I was just alone. I then asked Ayo
how one could see the C.O apart from the
Office. He told me that the C.O plays Golf on
Thursday evenings and on Saturday
mornings at the Enugu Golf course. It was
Thursday that day so I waited for Saturday
morning. I went to a nearby beer parlour
and drank two bottles of Gulder beer before
going home to sleep.
I went to the Golf course as early as 7.00AM
on Saturday and watched out for the C.O’s
arrival. He came around 8.00am and I
allowed him to greet his friends before I
approached him and introduced myself and
my mission. He asked where I had been all
this while; he said he had sent my file to the
G.O.C through the R.S.M since last year. I
shouted ye! And I held my head with my
hands. He asked what the problem was and
I told him that the R.S.M would not deliver
the message. I told him of my experience
with the R.S.M.
Well, he said: I cannot imagine that I will
send the R.S.M to the G.O.C and he would not
deliver my message! Do you know the
consequence? He asked me: yes sir! I
replied. I told him that the R.S.M hates me
and had been stopping from from reaching
him all these while. He asked me the reason
and I said I do not know but the R.S.M kept
calling me names and had sworn to declare
me a persona non grata in the barracks!
Well, he said: I do not know where the two
of you knew each other from, so go and
settle your scores with him, all I know is that
I have sent your file too the G.O.C and I am
still expecting a feedback from him
Sir! I called him can I say something please?
Go on! Speak! He said.
If it was the R.S.M you gave my file to take to
the G.O.C, then I can bet on my life that my
file did not get to the G.O.C! it is one whole
year since I came to you in company of my
Lawyer with my exoneration letter! I was
discharged in May last year sir! This is June
1998 sir!
Yes o! You are right, he said. It should not
have been this long before the G.O.C replied!
Okay I know what to do! I know what to do
and with that, he slung his Golf Kit bag over
his shoulders and walked towards his
friends. I just stood there clueless for a
moment before finding my way to a nearby
shop to buy Coke and bread for breakfast!.
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