On this very lonely Saturday in school, Berta was lying on her bed wondering why she was having such a boring day? how can? when she was the life of the campus. That's how this young lady went to see a fellow promiscuous friend of hers.
'Babe, what's happening? what are we doing now? today no be Friday?'
'My dear, today na Friday o, wetin you want make man do na? please warm that chair with your buttocks.' her friend, Margaret replied.
After some minutes of saying nothing to each other and just staring into space, Margaret picked up her phone.
'Sweetheart how far na? what's happening today? its Friday o!' she spoke into the phone.
'Pls when are you coming to pick us?'
'I hope it will be fun o, let it not be as disappointing as the last time please, Berta is here o.'
Finally, she said ok and hung up the phone.
Facing me, she said
'Today wont be useless after all.'
Apparently Margaret had just spoken to her boyfriend who had agreed to take them to a party that night. They were so happy they began to play dress up from that time which was just 6pm for a party that would begin by 11pm.
Finally after various scenes of playing dress-up and practicing the various moves they would scatter the dance floor with, they settled down and waited for Margaret's boyfriend's call (pardon the plenty "'s").
Berta chose to wear all white, white halter top and white shorts and Maggie wore a skin tight short gown that threatened to tear if she so much as bent. On their way to the venue, Maggie's bf told them it was a cultist party and he was not going to drop them at the venue immediately but will drop them at a bar where everybody to attend the party will convene before they will be secretly transported to the venue with buses. It was fine by the girls especially Bert who was itching for an action, any kind of action.
Other party lovers trooped in slowly, Berta noticed they were all girls and was a bit worried so she alerted Maggie.
'Don't mind the boys' replied Maggie. 'They are already at the venue carrying out their initiation rites, abi you want to be initiated?' Berta immediately calmed down.
While hanging out at the club, most girls couldn't wait for the main party and thus had it there by getting drunk and acting very silly, one particular girl kept talking profanely about how she cant wait to do her boyfriend.
Finally the buses to convey them arrived at a quarter to midnight, and they were on their way to the secret venue.
Unfortunately for them, some soldiers in a Hilux, at least 17 armed Nigerian soldiers were in the Hilux and they were coming towards the buses and the next thing Berta heard was a very drunk girl shouting 'Hi, boys...' to the soldiers. It turned crazy as the soldiers decided to halt the bus and find out who had hi..ed them.
Nobody agreed to speak up and so the soldiers asked for their ID cards. who carries their ID cards to a school party please? Nobody. None of us had ours on us and the soldiers decided to flog all of us.
They asked us to get down from the bus and line up and nobody wanted to be at the front of the line except Berta...she thought to herself,
'I deserve to be flogged for not just going to bed when i was bored. Sleep has got to be better than being flogged by soldiers by 12am in the morning.'
As she boldly stepped forward, she noticed the soldiers were angry and had skipped her to go flog the others behind her. She immediately used the opportunity to tell their bus driver to call the drivers of the other buses to hold their horses before they too would be flogged.
After flogging everybody, the soldiers asked them to roll in the mud. It was so hilarious that Berta had chosen to wear white on that day, of all days. Then they asked them to do their signature punishment. You can guess what it was.
Yes...frogjump...lol...it was crazy...Berta was so angry she almost bursted into laughter.
The driver of the hilux, a soldier as well, noticed a movement in the bus and decided to check it out and guess who was hiding out in the bus?
The drunk girl who couldn't wait to do her boyfriend, same person that said 'hi...boys' to the soldiers and put them in that dilemma was the very same person hiding out under the seat in the bus.
You do not want to know how she was specially treated. maybe I should dedicate another post and title it,
'The soldier's treatment to the very foolish drunk sex starved girl.'
Well, by the time they were done with us, it was 1am and nobody was in the mood for a party again, all the girls were crying and one of the soldiers took a girl into the bush and.........(no one knows what occurred there cause the girl refused to talk about it)...it was just as well.
We finally got to the party and it was not a party anymore cause the boys were very angry, asking if we recognised the soldiers (lol, its not like they could do anything), the girls couldn't stop crying and it turned to a love fest cause you know what happens when a guy is consoling a crying distressed damsel. Berta was single so she ended up watching everyone else including Maggie and her bf.
Anyway, Berta got what she wanted.
A PARTY!!!
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