It was five o’clock in the morning and the cocks were still not fully up. She was cold but she knew she had no choice but to be in that weather or else she would not get to where she was going early enough. To her, Ogun state was a very far place, and her mum had once told her that it was such a silly thing to get to an unfamiliar place late in the night. No one would be ready to help at such ungodly hour.So there she was in her own mind. The motor park was already busy by the time Bisi got to the place. Her mum had insisted on dropping her off and Bisi was glad she had not argued it as she wondered how she would have carried the luggage by herself. It was heavy but she wanted to be sure to have everything she needed just in case. Every bit and pieces had gone from being a small carry-bag to a big box. She had never lived far away from home before, so she was happy to make certain that she didn’t lack anything or didn’t have to buy anything with the money she was supposed o use for feeding and logistics.“Are you sure you packed every document you would need?” her mum asked as Bisi helped the driver put her big box in the trunk of the vehicle. Bisi nodded to the question and her mum asked the driver how much the transport fare was. The driver smiled and said it was #2000. Bisi’s mum counted the said amount and handed it to the smiling driver. He opened the front door for Bisi but her mum declined the offer. She said she would prefer that she sit in the middle. Bisi thought so too and so she placed her bag on the seat and sat at the edge of the car seat, the door wide open. She then looked around; it was as if a lot of people were there for the same reason. She saw a lot of youngsters with big luggage like hers and some had small carry-bags. It was the call-up of the second batch of the year for graduates to serve their countries in different parts of the nation. It was an atmosphere of excitement on the day Bisi and her friends had gone to school to collect theirs, some her friends had been posted to some eastern parts of the country. When Bisi had gotten her letter and it read Ogun state, she didn’t know what to feel but she was glad it wasn’t the north or the east, she dreaded being sent to a place where she wouldn’t be able to see her mum as often as possible.“Keep your money well, and mind who you make friends with,” her mum cut into her thoughts and Bisi smiled, she had been having that routine since she entered her first year in secondary school and it didn’t faze her that her mum could still remember to tell her how easy it was to loose money.“Okay, mum. But I’m 19 now and a graduate, I’m sure I know how to keep my money and make friends,” Bisi said and her mum smiled and tickled her.Bisi Oluwanbe was a five feet four inches tall lady with dark skin. She was a pretty girl in her own right and had this cute gap in the middle of her upper front teeth. She had a tiny tribal mark on her cheek that had faded over the years but still visible when you look at her face closely. She was from a Christian background and as far as morals went, she was upright. She was soft spoken and had a very nice voice and a diction that could be mistaken for that of a European. People had always wondered how easy it was for her to master such accent. She had studied French at University of Ilorin and thus was a good at languages, European languages where her favorites. Bisi was a jewel, she loved to laugh and her kind of laughter was the kind you would remember. She scratches her hands when she is nervous. She has natural short hair that she likes to keep in an afro that is tied halfway on her head. She has never used earrings in her life just because her mum was scared of scaring her any further, she doesn’t use one too. She was the only child but she had an uncle in France, the only father figure she grew to know since her dad’s death in her early years of growing up.Bisi always wanted to have an NGO of her own so it didn’t surprise her mum when she decided to study French so as to help refugees.Bisi never believed that there was anyone that was born with a bad side; she always saw the good in everybody. To Bisi, morality was a God given trait that everyone was born with and people only loose it due to circumstances that they should not be blamed for.One thing about Bisi however was that she was too nice to a fault, she was patient and sometimes people take this for granted and treated her with lies and dishonesty. She was a shy girl that ran away from confrontations but indulge in it only when it was absolutely necessary. She had only been in a fight once in her adult life and it was about her un-pierced ears and her un-lost virginity.“Mum, do you think I should go with all these casual clothes? I think we had packed too many,” Bisi said to her mum as the older woman bade her goodbye. Her mum shook her head and told her that it was too late to unpack. She had packed it, and she should be ready to carry the load. She hugged her and off she went after whishing her daughter a safe delivery as the last passenger entered the said vehicle.Ogun state, here I come, Bisi thought as she said a silent prayer for journey mercy. Unknown to her, life and living was about to change drastically.
That's a good one but here comes the virginity issue again.
exactly!!! But I am about yi shine a different kind of light on it.