On the very first day of camp, I lost my keys. Dorothy helped me look in every place I could think of. Many people found it hard to believe that Dorothy and I met on the bus to camp. We were and still are that close. It didn’t help that we would break into Ibibio just to share mindless gossip. We still do. Of course we didn’t find my keys. My box was locked and everything I owned was inside the box. I went to Mammy market which I can only describe as the camp mall. I mean, mammy had everything! From make up studio to a night club under the guise of bar, we had it all.
Okay, yeah so I went to Mammy market to find something or someone who could hep me break open the padlock. I was near tears, frankly speaking. All of a sudden, a voice to my left said:
“It can’t be that bad.”
I was enraged! I turned to the owner of the voice to show him why it is not advisable to speak to an Annang woman who is not in the right frame of mind, only to find a very happy (too happy, I mean we were in camp!), fine boy smiling at me. So I smiled back. Because he was a fine boy who was just trying to be nice. Mainly because he was a fine boy.
This fine boy will go on to meet me at breaking points for the next couple of days until he introduces his Yoruba demon self as Dami and I, being my mother’s daughter, will put on my Yoruba demon deflector shades (it’s a spiritual sontin*), but Dami still managed to become my friend. And there was Boma and Ufuoma, OBS guys: Toby, Uche, Oriowo (my nemesis), Tijani, Kayode, Frank, Bukky (perfect squad). These people contributed greatly to the only fun I had in camp (sleeping in the OBS room).
On the last day of camp, I found my keys!
*sontin: Nigerian pidgin for something, or thing.