Calabar Adventure (+18)

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    episode 1

    Life as a struggling actor can be frustrating
    which clearly explains the meaning of
    Those days you go hungry just so you get
    transport fare for auditions, those demeaning
    things one had to do to make career ends
    meet, no cash was coming in but the joy of
    doing what you love maximized the utility I
    craved for.
    I studied Theater Arts in the prestigious
    university of Ibadan, took numerous courses
    in the field of film and Cinematography and
    also acquired some skill in practical by
    joining various drama groups. knowledge
    wise, I am rich, and I’ve been told countless
    times that I am the future of moving pictures
    and it is better in my hands than anyone.
    Despite my formidable CV in the theater
    world, I still haven’t gotten my big break, the
    industry does not know me, I have been in
    front of cameras but not with ace directors or
    the big cakes in the industry, so many free
    jobs I did to just send my name out there to
    someone who will love me enough to believe
    in me.
    This wait of mine is five years and it has
    start to mess with my being, I kept on going
    but instead of getting what I want, i got the
    flip side of the coin, offers were coming but
    as a lecturer!
    This was good news to people around me
    but It wasn’t to me, it made me feel like I
    never will live that life I dream of daily, my
    mother managed to convince me, saying it
    could be a blessing in disguise and I should
    see it more as an encouragement and not a
    My mom is a pastor and she knows how to
    use to scripture to pass her message across,
    I was pinned to the edge of my thoughts until
    I start to reconsider being a lecturer in the
    theater arts, over time; I started to convince
    myself saying it is better than nothing.
    I went through my emails on the eve of my
    birthday; I went through the mails sent to me
    by various institution, i weighed them and I
    considered the University of Calabar and the
    University of Abuja, both attractive and the
    pay was reasonable, first; I called the
    University of Abuja and they told me the offer
    was closed, the job have been given out. It
    didn’t get me sad, instead I was irritated at
    myself for thinking a job offered to me nine
    months ago could still be available, I got
    discouraged and didn’t call my second
    option, until I was persuaded again by my
    I called UNICAL and they confirmed to me
    that the job was still very much available and
    they have been praying I call. Reluctantly, I
    told them I will join them as soon as I can. A
    month later, after dangerous thoughts and
    further persuasions from folks and friends, I
    decided to go to Calabar, it seem to be where
    God is for me.

    I am here packing up my bags to journey
    back to Nigeria, my country but I am not sure
    I can call it home. I have stayed here in the
    United kingdom for twenty years, going back
    is both exciting and depressing
    I thought of going there to learn in detail
    about the culture and norms so as to project
    it in moving pictures, it is my way of standing
    distinct amidst the very competitive
    environment I am in; theater arts is a big deal
    here in the UK, so one need a strong and
    formidable symbol that will single you out as
    Unique. An excellent edge is needed.
    After much deliberations, I was able to figure
    that I have all I need within me, I just have to
    harness the most potent factors to command
    the results I seek. Nigeria my country have
    over 200 ethnic groups with dynamic
    cultures, distinctly different from each other,
    the theater have not seen this and they have;
    they have not seen it from my perspective.
    I made a lot of findings, I picked my nativity
    {Efik} as my focal point, It is going to be my
    project. I have to show to the British filming
    academy why they should love not just my
    tribe but the other hundreds in the country.
    This entails I will be transferring to the
    university of Calabar for the next 18 months
    to make my dreams come through.
    I am excited about that, but the fact that I am
    leaving my friends and folks here in London
    to stay with an Aunt I last saw when I was
    three was worrisome. I packed anyways and
    in company of my folks, I made my way to
    the airport. 13hrs flight journey was also
    making me loose my cool but Its going to
    worth the stress is the sentence I take solace
    After bidding farewell and little outside
    cuddles, I moved towards the exit terminal to
    join the plane, it was then the most
    anticipated moment came to life, I wept for
    no definitive reason. Board the plane with
    feigned courage and strapped the fuvk up so
    as to journey to Nigeria and also journey in
    my thoughts for the next 13hrs.

    After getting all the necessaries from the
    school such as my plane ticket, I packed up
    immediately. It is unprofessional to stall the
    school and since I am now a staff, there is a
    status-quo I must abide by..
    I was given 72hrs to reach my place of work
    as the Vice Chancellor wanted to see me. I
    got the most available flight ticket to Calabar
    which was the following day by 7pm. I got all
    I thought I will need, and also went through
    the contact proposed to me by the school
    with my lawyer friend Ndifreke who also is a
    native of Calabar. We perused rigorously the
    60 pages contract and he affirmed it was
    satisfactory and secure. I was gradually
    getting comfortable with the lecturing job,
    though it is mediocre but it is that half bread
    our people say is better than nothing.

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    episode 2

    Jeez! Finally in the very popular Muritala
    Mohammed Airport in Lagos; Thirteen hours
    felt like 13years on the very miserable flight; I
    sat next to a coughing patient and it was just
    too horrible an experience. I couldn’t
    complain because then; I will be the
    sociopath and anti-humanity brute, I had to
    take it all.
    I dashed for the door as soon as I heard we
    have landed. I got out to get fresh air, I
    moved to the exit and I was hit with an awful
    din by the hundreds of taxi drivers, all
    advertising their charter service.
    It was at night, so without wasting time, I got
    one and requested he take me to any nearby
    hotel to pass the night. I insisted it should be
    somewhere close to the airport because of
    my flight to Calabar this next day.
    After struggling to understand my accent, the
    bald short man obliged and took me to a
    very exquisite hotel, some place that felt and
    looked like London. I got comfortable
    immediately, had my bath, rubbed my very
    toned body with my night lotion, and deep
    down, I wished the taxi man hit on me; truly
    hoped that the he would pass the night.
    I was h---y for reasons i cannot explain.
    I connected to the hotel’s password, skyped
    my folks, and watched some hot Adult movie
    that turned me the Fork on and i fingered
    myself to pulp. My cl!toris was fire red and
    rivulets of juices dripped in appreciation of
    my good finger work.
    After my self service, I slept off immediately
    unclad and without washing up. The stink of
    K!ttyC@t lulling me to a deep and yearning
    sleep. I dreamt of raging c---s and insane S

    Up early and out in my friend’s car to the
    airport, my flight is 10am but because of the
    tireless traffic in Lagos, I want to be in the
    airport’s vicinity early enough so nothing will
    stall me. My good friend is my driver and his
    joy in doing this for me was very palpable,
    countless times, he professed how much he
    is happy for me. He was sure this has in it,
    more blessing than I envisaged.
    It was seeming like my mom hired him to do
    this because he really sounds like her. My
    over caring mother on the other hand kept
    calling and texting, torrents of prayers was
    unleashed on me and my lips is getting tired
    of saying amen, her co-pastors also saw it
    good to call me and release yet another
    tsunami of prayers on me. Their prayers had
    something in common, they all included in it
    that i get also a good girl in Calabar like I
    have gotten a good job there, the same thing
    Ndifreke was telling me as he drove.
    He advertised how beautiful, girls from his
    state are, and how well they cook and
    effusively, he told me about their
    performance in bed, how firm their asses and
    b0s0m were, and he practically sold me up
    on them.
    This was my morning in a nutshell, and he
    went as far as to save some numbers on my
    phone, and even encouraged me to call them
    and linkup with them. I was just looking;
    totally overwhelmed from both ends.

    OMG! This is not happening right now! I got
    up late, maybe from overdose of ecstasy I
    got from the finger job I gave my self. it is
    7:30am and I have a 8:20am flight to catch!
    I rushed through bathing and got prepared.
    This is the fastest I have done in my entire
    I got out and its now 8:00am, the notorious
    Lagos traffic stared right at my face and I
    know for sure that I am in trouble! Fork!
    My cab man worsened my dilemma by
    saying he cannot come because of traffic
    impendimments. I have just 15mins to reach
    the d--n airport. Im in a crazy fix!
    I use to think I have this innate way to find
    solutions and make swift decisions to
    situations, but it dawned on me that I am just
    a beneficiary of enabling environment like
    London. Lagos is different and D--n it is
    hostile too! These were my thoughts in
    complacency, I even thought that God was
    trying to punish me for my misguided act
    In the middle of my forlorn, I waved a car and
    driver parked beside me, with my eyes full
    with tears; I walked to the window, now my
    eyes couldn’t hold back the tears, “please, I
    am late and I have a plane to catch, please;
    help me get out of this place, I beg you” I
    said this praying fervently in my heart that
    they are not illiterates. The gentleman on the
    driver’s side wind down and declared the best
    news in the world to me, “we are headed to
    the airport, come in,” My heart thudded in
    great joy.

    To be continued

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    Marie Nkeng
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    i’m its fred

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    divine direction

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    Ireoluwa Emmanuel
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    am sure its Fred and his friend

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