ADAEZE OKORONKWO, native of Ngodo Isuochi
in Abia state Nigeria arrived at the Camp.
I was returning from a farm settlement
where I had been taken by Irene, a fat
German lady whose ancestors had migrated
from Czechoslovakia (Now Czech Rep and
Some people had gathered near the Camp
gate, when I approached them, I was told that
there was a fight.
Two Nigerians young men had been fighting
over who would get Adaeze. The two men had
previously quarreled over something a few
days ago. The Adaeze saga was just another
Since I was a Camerounian in camp and I was
already waiting for my posting, I didn’t want
to involve myself in the fight.
I asked who the Adaeze was and someone
pointed me to her direction. I left the war
zone and strolled towards the new catch.
She was a beautiful tall slim girl. The type that
usualy claimed to be top models and the type
that pasted the posters of Naomi campbell all
over her room.
As I approached her, Awiti came out of
nowhere and held my hand.
” where have you been” she had asked.
I gave her a silly excuse about how I went to
the park to concentrate and pray to my god.
There was a lot of noise in the camp and my
god didn’t really like noise.
She laughed hard. I retoured from my
original destination and took Awiti to a hidden
corner where Adaeze could not see us.
I was still going to approach Adaeze, just not
Awiti and I talked about how we were going to
unite if we were posted to different cities.
She had already made a good plan. A plan
that favoured her alone.
We were going to relocate to Munchen
(Munich) and find a cheap apartment. We will
find work through the help of her aunts who
had lived in Munchen for many years. We will
work for a year or two, save enough money
and get married. Then live happily ever after.
It was such a sweet plan, the only problem
on it was that
1- There was no where in the plan where I
was to fulfil my dream of driving a BMW.
2- The plan did not cover Efuah and her
pregnancy. It did not cover my family back
3- I didn’t see where the plan covered my
ambition of traveling all over the World when
I got my papers and above all, I didn’t see
how the plan covers how I was going to get a
permanent resident permit.
I agreed on her plan and smiled on it too.
It was getting dark, so I advised her to go to
her hostel while I prepared for the evening
When she left, I went back into the open place
to look for Adaeze but couldn’t find her.
During the evening prayers which happened
to be conducted and dominated by Nigerians,
who unfortunately denied Nigeria there in
Camp. There were also two Camerounian
ladies who hardly follow when we sang in
Igbo, a Kenya girl, Agnes the Uganda and one
other lady I didn’t know where she came
from. (I never asked because she was ugly
Adaeze had somehow made it to the Prayer
venue. I didn’t know who invited her but she
was there before I came.
” I will enter his gate with thanksgiving in my
heart” I started that song as soon as I
entered the hall and saw Adaeze.
I had heard that young girls admire a God-
fearing guy, so I switched to holy mode.
After the song, I switched to Igbo songs.
” I di nma idi Ukwu oh Chineke, Onye kelu Uwa
Idi nma, Nma gi Zuru Oke”
I sang in Igbo. The Camerounians and other
people who didn’t understand Igbo had to
take things as they saw it, there was a price
at stake; Adaeze Okoronkwo.
People had different reasons for coming to
the Prayer venue to pray and sing.
Some was to ask God to help them avoid
Some was to ask for help for their health,
the imminent interview, general well-being etc.
I, Solomon the great, was singing those Igbo
songs just to first of all, make Adaeze know
that I was an Igboman; Her dear brother
from Biafra Republic who was the only
person she can run to for help. The child of
My second reason was not clear now.
After the prayers, I hugged my Bible with my
left hand on my chest like Pastor Chris and
waved goodnight to everybody with my right. I
acted the Evangelist. Even Awiti was curious
but it would take her many days to unravel
the mysteries behind the act.
The following day, a new list of names had
been posted on the notice board.
Names of people that had been transferred
to their permanent bases in Germany.
My name was at the top. I had been posted to
Brandenburg an der havel. The city that gave
the the State of Brandenburg its name.
Rumour had it that the city was the best
around the whole east Germany.
As I strolled down the list to check on the
other names posted to the same city,
There on number 9 was Agnes Kaku, the
first girl that fell in love with me in camp. A
small smile formed on my face as soon as I
saw her name but I didn’t let it out.
She was standing right next to me and as
soon as she saw her name, she looked at
me and smiled…..
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