Story of a Survivor - Season 1 - Episode 35

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Story of a Survivor - Season 1 - Episode 35

was too busy at the Shop, Tochi and Amara
joins me at the Shop after School hours but they do no stay too late, they go home earlier than me and Silvia. Captain drove us home every night and whenever he was on night duty, he sends Akanni, his driver.

The big day! First of October 2000. The event
was held at main hall of Federal Palace hotel. It was more like a fashion show; all of my fifty
dummies were dressed and displayed around the hall.

There was a run way and a Fashion parade
where my Sisters radiated and won the hearts of the audience, Silvia brought seven of her fellow models and with Tochi and Amara, the Audience was held spell bound. Silvia was something else on the run way; just two months in modelling school and she displayed such charm and confidence.

Captain told me that Silvis was
made for the run way and I believed him. There was plenty to eat and drink, and the presence of the military could only be liked to that of a parade ground.

I was floating throughout the
event. I glided everywhere I went, it was my day, if I want to do something, I do it big!

The General Officer Commanding the Division,
the Garrison Commander, the Signals
commander, the president of N.AO.W.A. Mr. and Mrs. Chinedu, Madam Ronke, Cordellia were all on the high table, they came and danced with me on the open floor, four “Ghana must go” bags
were packed full and compressed with Money.

After the dance, I gave the vote of thanks and
we went to the Shop to officially cut the tape
and we were opened for real business. Silvia and Sisters recorded over one hundred business deals that day; they took several measurements of Clients.

All of the Clothes designed on the
Dummies were purchased. Cordellia was in
charge of all the Money we raked in that day.

None of the senior Army Officers gave me less
than two hundred thousand naira; the G.O.C
gave me two million naira! I almost fainted.

We retired to my House at about 8:00PM and
refreshed before leaving for the Officers mess for Captains Birthday bash.

He insisted on buying me what to wear that night and he did; when I wore
the Italian designed gown, I felt humiliated,
whoever designed that dress is a Wizard.

The dress was made for me; of course it became another addition to my collection of designs.

The Party was fun, it was packed full of young
Army and Air force Officers, some came with
their wives while others came with their campus Girl friends.

Other junior ranked Soldiers were
the waiters; I saw some one that looked so
much like Lawal among the waiters but the
Person was so evasive, I was seriously watching out to see if it really was him. I was with Captain all through. We danced and drank. I do not take alcohol but my Captain takes alcohol moderately.

At twelve o clock the tune of the music changed to rhythm and blues, every one held onto the partner.

My Captain called his friend and
Colleague Captain Paul and handed me over to
him, he excused himself. I danced with Paul, he too was as good a dancer as My Captain, he told me to do as he does and before I knew it I was so engrossed in the lecture because I really wanted to learn how to dance because that would please My Captain, I knew I was a very rigid dancer.

I was so engrossed copying the dance steps
Captain paul was teaching me that I did not
observe that the hall had been shared in two by all present there by creating a pathway at the middle of the hall, the sound of a trumpet jolted me as the music stopped all of a sudden.

Captain Paul thanked me and left me alone on
the dance floor, I looked behind me to see that
everyone was looking at the entrance of the hall.

I was confused, what could be going on? Where is my Captain? And why would Paul abandon me so abruptly?

I walked slowly towards the entrance, I needed to see captain, something was amiss! I stopped dead in my stride; behold who appeared at the door.

The real Captain Ayodeji john idowu fully
dressed in his military regalia! I had never seen a Soldier so beautiful! I hissed as I s----d in my breath. I could not move an inch; I was just staring at him as he approached me beaming from ear to ear. My legs were weak, I was shaking, and I knew I would not maintain my balance for long, how could a Soldier be so beautiful in his uniform?

The Medals he received from N.D.A and those he won in India were all displayed on his chest; his uniform fitted him so
well that I envied who the tailor could have been.

He came before me and knelt down, I looked
down at him and tears flew freely from my eyes;
I knew what he was about to say and I said yes as I slumped, he caught me before I reached the ground.

It was too much for me.