“…Girls Secondary School, Awka was the name of my PPA and it wasn’t difficult for me to locate within Awka South LGA.
A missionary school, run by the Awka Diocese of the Anglican Church, they pride themselves in high moral standard and enduring discipline, hence their motto: Education for Discipline and Responsibility.
True to their words, they made the entire process easy and seamless for me, unlike what was generally obtainable in Nigerian Civil Service.
They also had a Corpers’ lodge. A bungalow close to the school that had about 8 rooms. Four to the right and four to the left. The one at the left, I learnt was for female Corp members while the one on the right was for male Corp members.
Each Corp member would have one room and if the numbers increased, which seldomly happens, then they would have one roommate each. It had one sitting room and one kitchen.
When I narrated the whole thing to Mma, she wasn’t happy. She wasn’t okay that I would teach in girl’s school.
“But Mma m, these girls are below 18 and sex with them is rape as they’re incapable of giving consent until they turn 18. I am not that stupid. You have to give me some credit.” I tried to reassure Mma that nothing was ever going to happen.
She took my reassurance with a pinch of salt. However, it also provided me the opportunity to discipline myself and vow not to have anything to do with those students.
Lucky enough for me, the subject they assigned to me to teach was Christian Religious Studies due to my philosophy background. So it was my duty to teach them not to be involved in that kind of thing.
However, while Mma was worried about innocent naive school girls, whom pride may never allow me to be close to, she seemed not to realize that the female Corp members who would be staying in the same lodge with me and spend every single day with me are actually mature single ladies. Tor.
After the documentation, showing around and assigning of subject, I headed back home, to prepare and come back in a week’s time.
The journey back home wasn’t any easier. While on my way, I was thinking about Mma and how she would be visiting me.
Obviously, me visiting her was out of the question. I am never going through the trauma of traveling to Gombe with all the insecurity.
We talked everyday, morning afternoon, night, and the more we talked, the more the urge to be in each other’s arms multiplied, the more our Allawee laughed at us.
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