I knew I'd meet a lot of people with different personalities because of course, but I didn't know it was a competition of who can be friendlier in three weeks.
I honestly still cannot wrap my head around the idea of touching people unauthorized, people you don't even know. Why did I encounter a lot of handsy men in camp? I'm sure it wasn't just me because there were a lot of funny ladies and gentlemen on camp who wanted to try their luck to see if they'll go home with a lover or more.
Akwa Ibom ayaya!!!
Photo caption: Myself, Princess in the middle ☺️ then our platoon's parade commander (my favourite Lagos baby) on our camp POP
Maybe it's because I have plenty hairs on my body that I react sensitively to touch, or maybe it's because you have no business touching me at all if we're not close like that. Of course you can touch my hand in greeting if we're close enough, I'll react jerkily if I'm not looking, but not as much as I'll do when it's coming from the hands of a stranger. And maybe it's because I have plenty hairs on my hands that I got noticed easily and attracted many people to my hands like bees to honey. Wearing very short shorts everyday and short sleeves didn't even help.
From what I gathered while in camp, every PCM goes to camp with their individual ideas, expectations and goals. Some expecting to have the time of their lives, some to meet new people and form reasonable life connections, others to fulfill all righteousness, e.t.c,.
I went to for the experience and as at the time, I was also eager to take my mind off the stress I was going through, with entirely new experiences. I knew I'd meet weird people because of course, but I didn't know it was a competition of who can be friendlier in three weeks.
Being friendly is really good, allowing people be friendly with you is good too, but not recognising madness is very bad.
I got a lot of flatteringly genuine compliments from some very beautiful girls. One afternoon during lunchtime, I was on my bed and a girl passing stopped and said, “I love your colour, you're so pretty”. I got a lot of eyes that I tried to ignore because, hey smashing hot mermaid girl, it cannot be me you're looking at in wonder when I'm staring at you in wonder and marveling at God's creativity.
My baby, Prnicess surprised me the most. I'd seen her a couple of times on our platoon 10 line and was waiting for the perfect opportunity to tell her she's pretty and maybe get her number for future beautiful friendship and not come off as you know what. This girl beat me to it, somehow we were talking to the same girl also in our platoon and we said hi and she went, “you're so prettyyy”. I was shocked at this Barbie.
I made a lot of other acquaintances like that too. I was introduced to the friends of my friends and it was such a delight to meet women and connect.
AKWA IBOM AYAYA! Ah! Fear Akwa Ibom men please.
I've always been clueless when it comes to matters of emotional feelings and loves, in that Hausa man's voice, but I've grown 😅 I met this persistent Akwa Ibom man, lol. This man had enough energy to be toasting 10 or more girls at the same time!!! Including girls who were friends. How? One time my friend was gisting me about one guy that took her to eat noodles at maami market and how he'd been disturbing her ever since she gave him her number. Since I had a guy doing something similar, I told her about him. One day, she showed me this guy and unsurprisingly, it was the same person. We got back to the hostel and started comparing notes and there were no mistakes, no missing I's, no missed full stops in both our messages. I told Nenrit how her connect had flopped and she also had good news. This same guy was chatting with and chasing a girl in Nenrit's hostel, hotly, and the girl was actually asking her hostel people for advice to love him back or not. According to the story I heard, she said, “the guy likes me o, he's always calling me”. Same sis.
I told this guy I'd seen him with a lot of girls and he said, “wait Salome, so if I'm friending one girl and things are going well, I'm doing things for her and she's doing things for me, what will happen when things change? And you sef as a woman you're supposed to have options because it's who is ready that you'll marry shebi?”. I don't know how people conjure these ideas about life in their minds, how they come to believe and stand by them, but, no oga Akwa Ibom, I am not following you to Akwa Ibom, I don't want to tour, thanks for offering. Plus this man was annoyingly very touchy, why will you be standing with a girl you're trying to start ‘talking stage’ with and most of the time you're try to touch her hands, hold her waist and even drag her to your body? I didn't find it attractive, I found it very upsetting but this man wasn't getting the clue.
There was this other beautiful man, but from the first day he stopped me and lied that we'd had a conversation before, I knew he was smooth and would deceive me, so I ran for my life. He asked me why I was always running from him and I said, “I don't like your face”. This same face that I started looking for everyday in the crowd to make my day better? I liked the face too much, but the owner was dangerous. I confirmed my suspicions in the end. Hahaha
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