There And Back On Time - Season 1 - Episode 26

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There And Back On Time - Season 1 - Episode 26

Auswiess Bitte

Germany Dilemma
The two Polizei officers wrote our names
down from the ID cards we had
produced.

They were trying to advice us; A
Camerounian and a Sudanese not to fight
again. They reminded us that we came
from the same Africa and that if we
fought again, we will be thrown into jail.
John bighead had pulled me out of the
phone booth and started pushing me. I
was no match for him, so I avoided doing
anything that could warrant a punch
from him.

Somehow, someone had seen him
pushing me and called the Police.
The green and white German police car
had abruptly stopped near the booth and
John had somehow managed to fake a
smile to show them that everything was
alright. They had shouted ”Ausweiss bitte
(PASSPORT PLEASE) (Ausweiss is
Passport or ID card in German).

We had produced the temporal ID cards
from the Camp.

They made some calls to the camp and
confirmed that our names existed in
their database.

After the advice, I left John and walked
alone to the Camp. When I got to the
gate, the little man at the gate swiped my
ID card for authentication as usual and
asked why I was fighting outside. He had
not seen us, so I wondered how he
knew. I told him that we were only
practicing African martial art; whatever
that means.

He allowed me inside.

I went to Joshua to ask him to warn
John. I threatened to report him to the
authorities if he ever came within
10metre radius of me again.

I also reported to his other two friends.
That evening, three new people had come
to Camp. Two Nigerians and a
Camerounian. The Camerounian guy was
posted to my room since I was a
Camerounian while the other two
Nigerians were given a new room. Their
names were Joe (we called him KINDER)
and Mike. They claimed to have come
from Sierra Leone.

Mike was a huge guy with a lot of
muscles all over his body, so I
approached him first to make friends
with him. I needed a bodyguard. John the
Bighead was definitely going to pay for
pushing me.

I took Mike and Joe to my room after
dinner and told them the rules in the
Camp.

We became friends. I also told them what
was happening between me and John;
Mike assured me that he will warn John.
That was the best news I have heard in
camp since John was stalking me. John
was a security risk for me all because
of a girl. He could unknowingly blow our
covers if I didn’t take precautions. I had
figured out that the only price he had
wanted was to relinquish all claims and
rights over the ownership of Agnes;
which of course was not going to
happen; NOT after I had tapped that extra
ordinary piece of flesh cunnt just once.
Two reasons made things clear to me.
One was that it was left for Agnes to
chose who to date in Camp; I can’t just
chicken out due to fear of John. It was
her right to chose her boyfriend. A RIGHT
I was interested to protect.

* Solomon the wise human right activist,
sent by Mother Africa to Europe to
protect its women from dangerous
oppressors such as John. Attaboy*
Secondly it will take military men with
armoured tanks, RPGs and AK-47s to
scare me away from that heap of fresh
flesh between Agnes’ legs. No” John can’t
scare me away. At a stage, I even
thought that I had seen and been to
Germany, if it meant going back home
because of Agness, fine.

*Silly thought, but human minds were
made to consider every possibilities*
About 11pm, we slept.

The following day was a Sunday. The mall
was closed, so we couldn’t buy beer. I,
Agnes, Joan and the kid, Mike and Kinder
walked to the amusement park near the
Eisenhuttenstadt River. We sat in the
sand and drank a bottle of whiskey we
had bought at the petrol station. We also
threw breads to the ducks floating all
over the water. The pigeons also came
and played with us. It was a lovely sight
watching the birds perch on your arm
without fear. I recalled that it was that
kind of scenario that the Jehovah’s
witnesses told us heaven looked like. It
was a confusion galore as I witnessed
heaven while on earth. I wondered if John
was hiding somewhere in the bush
waiting for me to wonder in there to
pee. The presence of Mike was assuring
but his presence was also unsettling to
me. I had seen how Agnes looked all
over his huge biceps and even made a
few references to it. I was alarmed. I had
also made the decision of not inviting
Mike on our subsequent meetings.

Surprisingly, this talkative Mike had
remained so calm and gentle throught
the picnic. Danger alert!

If John had to break my head because of
Agnes and due to my jealousness, so be
it.

At about Noon, we went back to camp. It
was time for lunch, which promised to
always be the best of the three meals.
That afternoon, we were served chicken
with beans. It was a protein Sunday
according to the German chef whom I had
made my friend.

Agnes and Joan had brought plates from
their hostel, so they took theirs back to
hostel while me, Mike and Kinder
devoured ours in the dinning hall.

A football game was coming up
tomorrow between Africans and Arabs.

The winner will play Asia and the winner
will play a local selected team from
Eisenhuttenstadt, our host city.

There was practice that afternoon, so we
went to the field after lunch. John the
Bighead was our captain. Captain Ghadafi,
self acclaimed. I decided to concede that
position to him anyway just to balance
things up a little bit.

I was the goalkeeper which meant that all
the ladies was standing behind me. There
were other girls I had not seen or
noticed in Camp…. Pretty girls from
Cameroun, Liberia, all over East Africa
and even two from Edo state Nigeria.

They watched us as we practiced all
afternoon.

I made mental list of potential camp
mates out of them. I calculated about 7 of
them who completed my list of to-do-in-
Camp to 10.

The only goal against me was scored
while looking at the long slim legs of
Melinda, the South African Model; It
wasn’t a competition aftrall, just a
training.

In the evening, I was minding myself
under one tree when Melinda the model
walked majestically to my spot.

‘Hey Goalkeeper what’s up’ she said.

I answered her and get down to
business immediately.

”Do you know that you are the most
beautiful girl in this place” I asked.

‘ I know’ she said and laughed.

‘ Since I was the best, why are you
fvcking Agnes’ the question alerted me
instantly.

*In situations like this, I usualy kept quiet
for a few seconds to manufacture a
fitting answer*

I bent down and smiled for ten seconds
before saying

”How did you know that”
I wanted to find out what she knew
before deciding whether to deny or
agree.

”She told me” she said.

*Damn, the truth was from Agnes
herself, the stream had gotten dirty from
the source*

‘ You see” I began.
”it wasn’t my intention, only that I made a
bet with some guy. He boasted that I
couldn’t get Agnes” I said.

” a bet, you mean with Johnny” she said.
” yea, I agreed without second thought.
*Who else could it be*
She had taken the bait and it was a one
way story then on.

My story assured Melinda that it was
her that had caught my eyes from day
one.

I told her how it was difficult to approach
her for the fear of her refusing my
request etc.

She stayed with me under the tree for
over an hour until the dinner time. I had
wanted to visit Agnes to get my boxers
but she was in her menstrual period. If I
had gone to get it, nothing could have
happened, so I let it remain there for the
time being. It was probably safer there
since it could have been stolen from my
waist.

After dinner, Melinda showed up again in
front of the male hostel, she was looking
for me. A Camerounian guy had come to
call me. When I got down she asked me
to stroll outside with her. All the black
pairs of eyes were on us as we went
behind the dinning hall and sat in a
concrete bench fixed on the ground.

She started story about how she was a
top model in one School in Durban and
how she had come to Europe with a
South African contingent on a pageant
competition. She had bolted from their
hotel and sneaked into Germany in the
night. She figured she had a better
chance of success in Europe.

Her stories was good but I was only
interested in one thing; the pleasure
park between her legs.

Darkness met us at the scene and it was
a perfect venue for what I had in mind.

She was telling me about her boyfriend
in South Africa when my hand
accidentally brushed past her b0s0ms. It
was a deliberate action, so I didn’t
apologise. I waited for her to complain
but none came so I took it as an
approval.

My hand found the b0s0ms again and
this time, it wasn’t in a haste to leave
that soft apples.