Where It Leads

chapter one

PEACE'S POV

There is something called privacy, but the NYSC camp knows nothing about this talk more of its definition. I prepared for this camp, got delayed as i didn't attend the camp with my mates. Now its a breath of fresh air to be out of there and to my place of primary assignment in the Oil State.

Now eleven months later, yes! One year of serving my fathers' land I am officially in the job market. However I had taken up a private  tutorial job to help with some bills as i had decided that going back home is not what i want as i have to make a living for myself and not depend on my family for everything.  My parents has seen me through school and now i have to be independent. So am back home in my Khaki to pay homage before i waltz back to Akwa ibom state to continue with my tutorial ad enjoy the privacy of my room with my flat mates.

"Peace!!" my youngest sister screams from the stairs.

"Mira" i smile as i receive a very warm hug from her even as she receives my bag. "where is everyone" we step into the kitchen to see my mom.
"good morning mommy, what am i having?

Your favourite she replies as i hug her from behind while she was busy stirring the soup.   "so you haven't changed from this your good mornings, whatever did NYSC teach you?" she wonders staring at me

"Mommy! A whole year as a corp member, and am home to have you welcome me with this question" i tease turning towards my right to steal a piece of fish Faith my mom swats my hand away lifting the plate of dried fish "mommy" i whine "anyway..." i trail off as a voice which i can recognise from anywhere booms "where is my great good ch-ild?" He asks in a sing song voice. "Now that's my good Dad calling" i said turning towards my right once again to give him a tight hug. "Good morning Daddy, how are you?"

"Its 3p.m madam when would you ever change" A.C my sister yells from the Living room
"asked her already" replied my mom.

"well mom it might surprise you to know that military supports my morning greetings" i say waving my hand behind my head as i walk with my father hand in hand to the living room leaving my mother who seems to be mumbling something about leave my husband and get yours.... I roll my eyes at her ignoring her. God! How i missed my  family. It feels good to be home.

When i must have said my greetings to everyone, eaten, i showered in the bathroom only to realise i had forgotten my wrap round towel in the room again... "again" i whisper in my head as i caution my self. I crack the door open to peep through, once am satisfied no one was on sight, i decided to dash to our room as its always with me most times with my hand towel in hand covering my most private area and my left hand covering my breasts if it is actually covered i murmur internally. Just as i step into the corridor that connects to all the rooms in the house i freeze as i find A.C laughing her ass out "i told you abi" she chokes out to God knows who
"Lord help you" mommy says as she narrows her eyes on me.
"well, since i have been caught in the act... " removing my hand and towel, "why don't i continue my journey" flying my hand as i match into the room i share with my sisters passing my mom who palms her head "Jesus!" as AC keeps laughing. I told you mom! Dad! I won. You owe my a thousand naira"

"who in the world would bet on someone walking out of the bathroom naked?" asks Mira as i enter our room not looking at me

"only Ac can" was my cocky reply as i take out a sleeping gown from the wardrobe.
"and your good dad of course"  Ac throws in as spanks my ass "get some clothes on"
I point my index finger at her saying "be careful, i don't want this ass going thinner than this"

"and why are you always naked?" reply's mira. "she should be the naked child instead of the Great good child as the father calls her" answers AC.
"jealousy" i say lowly sticking out my tongue at her.
Bed time came as i lay down thinking about my NYSC friends and the funs and arguments and the cries and all the memories are stuck with me forever as we parted after the one year service. Perhaps our paths might cross again, perhaps we meet on good terms, of course i would stay in contact with a few who meant something to me for the period. It was an adventurous year. You get to experience NYSC once in your lifetime here in Nigeria.
"feels good to have you back" AC says from somewhere on the bed
"home sweet home" i whisper back to her.
"Good night sis" was her reply as i drift off to sleep hoping my future brings good fortune.