brokoto: he's one of them na. Those people on frontpage who will quote a loooong topic only to write 'ok'.

But mazi bia, how could you forget something like that for more than 1 week? Your mind dull so?

Mr.T Anonymous:
Mazi,not yet back?

I was alarmed!

Not because I couldn't answer the exam questions, the answers were still fresh in my mind.

Odili was with the papers, no doubt about this. But who else he might show it to was what was bordering me. If those papers land in the wrong hands, I don't know what will become of me.

I called samuel's number, it wasn't going through. He must be in the exam hall. I waited for sometime, called again, not available.

I didn't have Odili's number! What's was I going to do?

-Nothing but to wait-

I waited patiently until samuel returned.

"Where is your cousin?", I asked him desperately.

"Is anything the matter?", he asked me. He must have seen the looks on my face.

"No, but where is he?"

"He traveled back home. He said he would come to the exam from the house".

Damn!

I collected his number from samuel and tried it; not reachable!

How could he do this? What was his plan? Is he planning on selling it to other students? Does he have friends who failed the course and he wants to help them? If he was selling it, I should have heard about it from my friends at the department. I was well connected and in the circle of elites in my department. Nothing goes past us at the department.
So where is he and what are his plans?

I was restless. Samuel noticed and asked if I was looking for my money. I told him no, but that his cousin took some lecture material for the Robotics course, and I needed to revise with them.

"Is there any other way I can reach him? Any of his friends still in this school?".

"I don't know". Samuel was very sympathetic to me. I was so disturbed. I kept trying the number at intervals, it was still not reachable.

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I went early for the Robotics examination. It was an 11:30 paper, but I left for school by 9 am. I was hoping to see Odili, or at least, get any latest info if anything goes wrong.

Everything was ok.

The examination started, odili was no where to be found. I delayed entering the hall, just to wait and see if I could find him. He was not within the vicinity. I entered the hall.

I was still nervous as I kept staring around as the answer sheet was shared. He wasn't around.
The question paper was shared and I started the exam.

The questions were the exact ones I stole. No single changes were made. So I started off in earnest.

Ten minutes later, I was over-hearing a conversation between a lecturer at the hall entrance and a student.

"Its ten minutes since the paper started and you are coming now, I guess you must be a carry-over student".

"Sir, I'm coming from home, traffic delayed me".

It was Odili's voice!

"Search him before he enters", the lecturer was ordering the school security operative to search odili. I was all ears, eyes and mouth. I watched with mouth wide open as they searched him before letting him in.

I watched him as he was ushered into a sit, the papers were giving to him.

Dear lord, I hope he studied the answers as I did and not enter the hall with it!

He was busy writing, so I figured everything was ok. I ignored him and continued my writing.

We must have written for another 30 minutes when I heard a lecturer cautioning some people. I looked up, and he was directing his statement to some students seated beside Odili. The lecturer moved on, and I took time to observe what was going on. Odili had the sheet of paper I used in solving the questions!

Damn!

Those around him had noticed it and was calling his attention for help. All eyes were fixed on him. I knew it was only a matter of time before the lecturers notice what was going on.

The hush sounds started growing louder. Sounds of psss, bros, heeeyysss, guy. . . and all sorts of attention calling sounds were directed at him.

I closed my eyes and said a simple prayer!

"God don't let these lecturers catch him".

It was either god was playing ludo with his angels, or he decided to pay me back for having s'e'x in his house.

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Right from behind him, when he was busy coping down answers on his sheet, a lecturer moved from behind and collected his answer sheet. Sandwiched inside the pages of those answer sheets, where the paper I used in solving the problems.

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They were not ordinary expo as one would think. I solved those problems illustratively. I copied down each question, its number and its solution. An ordinary expo wouldn't contain those details. If the lecturer studies that external material he found inside a students answer sheet very well, he will discover that it was not an ordinary expo, it contained leaked questions.

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Odili was busy pacing around the hall with the lecturer. He was almost in tears. He begged and pleaded and knelt on the ground, but the lecturer vehemently refused.

"Get out of here before I give you malpractice form to fill".

Filling a malpractice form would mean a two years suspension for Odili. I was hoping he would at least leave the hall and let this case end up in him retaking the course next year. The lecturer was yet to go through the paper in his hands.

Odili kept begging, it was then that other lecturers came closer to inquire what was going on.

Dear lord, let them not see what is contained in those sheet of paper!

God must be really pissed at me, seems my prayers were distracting the ludo game as worst things started happening.

In a bid to explain the magnitude of offense the guy committed, the lecturer brought out the two sheets for the first time and gave to the second lecturer who went through it with looks of amazement on his face.

He beckoned on the first lecturer to come closer, they both stepped aside, much closer to my spot at the exam hall and started talking in hush tones.

The second lecturer informed the first one that the paper must have leaked. He showed him valid evidences from the sheet of paper he had. One reminded the other that it was the HOD's course, and their was a look of satisfaction on their faces. You can almost see a smile therein.

The lecturers called on a security operative to seize Odili. They took him into their office.

The hall started getting rowdy. Rumors. Started flying around, originating from those siting beside him.
I was devastated. Odili in his quest to entangle himself from this mess was definitely going to mention my name.

Of course I will have to deny him. Its his word against mine: so I thought. But the events that followed suit was to prove me wrong. . .

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The second lecturer returned to the hall with an alarmed look. I was writing so fast to finish up, submit and leave the hall before things got messier. I was almost through. The lecturer looked around, moved up and down the hall like he was searching for a lost wallet. He got to my spot, and kept walking. The hall was quite then. He moved back to the office.
I stood up, submitted my paper to the only remaining lecturer in the hall and walked away.
I remained within the department premises to monitor what was happening.

The HOD drove in almost immediately and headed to the general office where the other lecturers where gathered. He must have dispersed them as they returned to the hall to round off the exam. I stayed close and monitored, odili was still inside, with the first lecturer that caught him.

I closed my eyes to say another prayer, but couldn't. There was no need, the first two weren't answered, this one wasn't going to be answered.


The one week gap for my last paper was the longest one week I've had. I heard all sorts of rumor about odili and the leaked exam. I kept my ears close to the ground to get any hint of my involvement, there was none. I kept going to school daily just to keep up with events around the department. I was restless. I called cassey twice, but she didn't pick my call. That was when I started suspecting something was wrong somewhere.

I wrote the last paper without any hitches; just an incidence where a young lecturer (lab attendant) walked up to me and, claiming to search my scripts for expo, I saw him trying to memorize my matric number. He recited it to himself and left. That was all.

Later after the exam, I saw him at the general office, he was speaking with madam silat.

My woes were about to compound. . .

Within the period of project defense, I noticed there was a change in HOD. Cassey's dad was no longer the head; the lecturer that caught odili was the new head in acting capacity. I called cassey to inquire what was going on. She didn't pick. I sent a text, pleading with her to pick and let's talk. She sent a simple reply:

"Go to hell"

I did my project defense with no qualms. Then few months later, a compiled list of students that should proceed with their clearance was pasted on the department: my name was missing.

It was only those that cleared all their courses that their names do appear on that list. Since the second semester results weren't published, the only option was to write to the HOD, requesting for your list of outstanding.

I did this and filed it with the secretary; madam silat. She read through the letter as was her normal custom before registering it in her book. Then she looked up at me and shook her head.

I used the opportunity to ask her what could be wrong.

"Of course you have an outstanding, what else could be wrong? Or you think god is trying to punish you?".

I didn't border answering. She filed the letter and I left.

Few days later, I came for a reply of the letter. Madam silat wasn't around, but the second secretary, the HOD's secretary was there. She searched for my reply and gave it to my. Inside the same paper I used for my letter, was a clearly and boldly written reply by the exams officer

- outstanding in MEC 522 and MEC 543 -

Those were the two courses cassey's dad handled: Control Process and Robotics.

I nearly fainted, tears formed in my eyes. I slumped on the sit opposite the secretary. She must have had pity on me. It was she that opened up and told me what had transpired:

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She informed me that the new HOD promised odili that nothing will happen to him if he confessed how he got the paper. Odili opened up and told him it was I. The lecturer wanted a direct evidence linking odili to cassey's dad. It was a case of blackmail. He wanted to bring down someone he felt was an ally to the vc's opponent, so as to get vc's favor.
But cassey's dad twisted it all when he insisted that he dropped the question paper with madam silat, the departmental secretary for photocopying. He insisted madam silat gave it to odili. It was a full blown war with everyone trying to pass the blame on another.
She informed me that the case was supposed to be forwarded to the school senate, a case of leaked question paper would automatically warant a dismissal for the old HOD. But he was so sure he would win the case, using madam silat as scape goat. But madam silat had an ace up her sleeves. She threw it open that the guy odili claimed he got the papers from; me; was dating the HOD's daughter. That she had seen them once having sex in the HOD's office.
That was the last and most important factor that was going to move the case against the HOD. He did the wise thing; he reached a bargain with his lecturers not to move the case to the senate. They agreed to settle it in-house. Part of the deal was that he would resign.
That was exactly what happened. He resigned, and decided to deal with me himself: a crude execution of judgment, he was the judge, the jury and the executioner. He failed me in the two courses he handled, even the control process that wasn't part of the dispute.

brokoto:
But mazi bia, how could you forget something like that for more than 1 week? Your mind dull so?

"Baby that's you!".

The voice of my girlfriend brought me back to reality. The old man dishing out call-up letters had just called my name.

My girlfriend was more nervous than I was. I met her during my extra year, when Rita graduated and left for service. She was the best thing that happened to me during the extra long year. We were almost cohabiting all through.

After samuel and all other of my friends left for service early the next year, I sold off most of our belongings; home theatre, tv, rug and foam to raise fund for my school fees. The little I had left, I used it to rent a very cheap accommodation; one of the worst off camp hostels at school.


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In order not to deviate this story more, and make it unnecessary long, I will cut this part, it will be contained in another work of mine: A full story I will publish much later:

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Unlike Rita, my present girl friend was too dedicated and devoted in the relationship. The relationship meant more than just dating for her. According to her, it was a serious affair that could lead 'somewhere', at least that's what she tells her friends.
I was fascinated by the way she treated me, it was as if her world revolved around me. Its always 'honey what will you eat', 'honey what will I get for you when I come back' etc.

It was her idea that we work our service to the same camp. Then with the help of people she knew, we could do our primary assignment at the same place. It sounded like a great idea, but I wasn't crossing my fingers.
But as I heard the old man call my name the second time, my heart skipped a bit.

Moment of truth!

This is all I've been standing in the sun for six hours for.

I moved towards him and climbed the small stair case leading to his table.

"Photocopy", he said and I handed him a duplicate of my statement of result. I couldn't help but scan through the page with my eyes as he did same. All six years in school just for that piece of paper.

. . .Satisfied the examiners and senate of the bla bla bla. . .

. . .award of the degree of Bachelor of Engineering in bla bla bla. . .

and has been awarded Second Class Honours (Lower Division). . .

. . .the degree will be conferred on you at the next bla bla bla. . .

Seeing the 2-2 was annoying!

"I D card", the man asked again and I gave him mine. He kept scanning through it. I didn't mind, he could take an hour, it has gotten to my turn already, I don't care.

"Sign here".

I signed and he handed me the callup later.

I moved aside as he called the next name. I opened it and scan through the page hastily:

. . .Provisions of decree No. 51 of 16th June, 1993 bla bla bla. . .

State of deployment:. . .

I looked up towards the direction of my girlfriend. She was smiling at me, anticipating that I smile back to confirm that the runs worked.

I didn't.

Because it didn't work.

State of Deployment: k o g i

brokoto: he's one of them na. Those people on frontpage who will quote a loooong topic only to write 'ok'.

brokoto: But mazi bia, how could you forget something like that for more than 1 week? Your mind dull so?

Sijo01:

Nor mind am, I feel like sending some missile to his direction .

Allegory: Wow, i'm in love both with you and your stories. Wow! I can swear the story was set in Absu?

Amaechina: Mazi u̶̲̥̅̊ r just a talented writer. Am so engrossed wiv Your story. Keep it rolling in.

Sijo01: Lmaooo @kogi...... Thats where I served too.

Allegory: Wow, i'm in love both with you and your stories. Wow! I can swear the story was set in Absu?

Efemena_xy: @ Mazi, what's wrong with serving at Kogi state?

It was a devastating thing for my girlfriend. She was disappointed! It was sad seeing the excitement on her face few minutes ago vanish and replaced with a worrying look.

"Its ok", I told her. Its not that bad.

I didn't know what else to say. I wasn't excited about kogi, neither was I really looking forward to Lagos. I was totally indifferent about the program.

But kogi? Of all states? I didn't know anything about kogi, I only see it on the country's map, somewhere above the river niger.

We left the students affairs block and headed home. It was friday afternoon, and camp was to open tuesday next week. We were to travel to our respective homes the next day, saturday and get ready for camping. She had all things sorted out; according to her, I was to come to lagos on monday, then she would lodge me in a guest house, then we will spend the night together, and head to lagos camp together. She had all things worked out; but her plans had been thwarted by this very disturbing development.

It was obvious that she was disturbed by this, as shown by her that evening when we went to eat out. She had been quite all through the day; so quite that I wished her lagos plans for me had worked out. At least so she could be happy. I tried consoling her, but she knows better. I already told her about Rita and I, how the relationship ended because she graduated. I already informed her that I don't do long distance relationships.

"I am way too young to be meshed into the complexities of long relationships", I had told her once.

She knew, and I made it obvious that out of sight, was out of mind for me. I guess that was what worried her most. She thought the relationship was going to end once we hit our respective camps;

She was very right!

Our lovemaking that night was very passionate and intense. It was our last night at the room. We had packed all our things, the room was to be taken over by my girl's cousin. We had a long discussion on the possibility of keeping the relationship. She was leading me on, and I dare not add to her sorrow by rejecting the option.

"It will work out", she said to me, "we will always keep in touch, calls, text, its just three weeks".

- No, its a full one year - I thought to myself.

"You can re-deploy to lagos after the camp".

"Yes, I will work towards that".

- No, I wasn't going to do that -

I had to agree with her plans. At least for now. She had a good heart, a simple girl with simple needs. No complications, just too straightforward. She was the one that reduced the agony in my heart when I was wailing in pains for the extra year. The least I could do for her was to grant her the wishes of her heart; at least verbally.

I believe things have a way of sorting themselves out. Nature has a way of adjusting itself to accommodate changes. She will get used to us being apart.

"Le chatelier's principle: when an external constraint is imposed on a system in equilibrium, the system will adjust to annul the effect of this constraint".

This is one of the important principles governing mechanical plant design. It can still apply to our situation now: only that in our own case, this external constraint will certainly create a large gap and no matter how we adjust, we may not be able to annul the effect of this constraint.

We clutched each other for some minutes. She held me tight, like I was going to run away if she looses her grip.
We found each other's mouth quite naturally and started kissing. Her warm tongue surfing inside my mouth like it was looking for something it left there. She closed her eyes as we kissed more. We jumped out of our clothes like they were on fire. The kissing continued as we held each other and kissed more. I reached for her bre'a'st and caressed them. Her nipp'les were hard and thick. I stroke them lightly, traced my tongue down her throat and down to her nip'le'. She let out a deep breathe as I sucked the nippl'e's. She held my head and pressed them hardly on her ni'p@les, raising her hips on the process, trying to rub her clit on me. I helped her by moving my hands down her thighs. Then with the pants still on, I rubbed her clit as I felt them swell. I pulled off the pants, there were traces of wetness across it. Her laps were wet, her clit was swollen, her nip'le's were hard. She was passionately ready for s'ex. She reached for my d'kk and eased it out of the boxers. She rubbed the tip as I sucked on her ni"ple's. My d'kk was so hard and the caress she was giving it was driving sweet sensations over me.

I patted her legs wide, rubbed the tip of my di'kk on her clit a few times, she jerked her hips forward in anticipation. Then I placed it lower, into the entrance of her c'un't, then in one swift thrust, I was deep inside her already wet c'un't.

I slammed in and out of her in quick successions. She was encouraging me by pushing my hips, and raising her legs up anytime I thrust in. I knelt on the bed, held both of her legs above my shoulders as I thrust in more. She moaned out loudly, twisting her head from side to side in excitement. The swirl of her hips was vicious as she moved it against me to receive my thrust. I ensured I made a little twist of my waist while thrusting, and withdrew in an anti-clockwise direction. The twist and whine was driving her crazy as she moans with pleasure. She removed her legs from my shoulders, rested it on the bed and sat up a bit, holding my neck with her both arms to support herself. The elevated position ensured that her clit made full contact with the shaft of my dic'kk as I thrust into her with reckless abandon. She threw her head backwards and moaned loudly with each thrust. I held her thighs to support her, enabling me to push her hips forward towards me as I slam my d'ckk into her. Her c'un't was almost swallowing up all the lenght of my d'kk with each thrust.
Then she started moving vigorously, bouncing on my di'kk as her br'e'ast bounced recklessly in the process. She was whining her hips and bouncing on my di'kk so fast as she climaxed. She eased her hands off my neck, threw herself back and rested her back on the wall, with her hands raised up and resting on the wall. I pined the hips on the wall, supported them with my hands and rammed into her continuously. Her tongue found my nip'p'le on the process and she teased them softly as I fu'ckk her pined on the wall. The ar'se was bouncing off the wall, meeting me halfway of my thrust to envelope my dic'kk with her warm c'u'nt. Her soft tongue teased my ni'pl'le as the muscles of her c'u,nt worked miracles on my d'kkk. I came so strongly into her and eased her off the wall. We lied side by side, holding each other.

Few minutes later, she was crying.

I was almost falling asleep when the hush cry sounds alerted me. She was trying to hold back the tears. Tears flowed freely from her eyes to wet my hands, which she rested her head with.

I held her close to my chest as she burst out into full cry. I waited patiently for her to let it out. It had been accumulating since the afternoon when I received my callup. There was no need trying to console her or ask her to stop. Best thing was to give her a shoulder to cry on.

Few minutes later, she stopped crying. I still held her and rubbed her back.

She looked me into my eyes, with still reddish eyes, and a broken voice and said.

"This is the end of the road for us".

It wasn't a question. It was a comment.

I nodded in agreement. At long last, she has come to realize it wasn't going to work out. That once we part to our various camp, it was really the end.

"I will miss you so much". She said.

I couldn't agree more. But life has to continue. Nature does not tolerate vacuum, someone else was going to replace her in my heart, likewise me in her heart. It was that simple!

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We slept off, and in the morning of the next day, we both left school for our respective homes, where we would stay and prepare for camp.