It all started at the gate where soldiers, police and camp officials were searching corps members. I arrived around 12 noon with two female prospective corps members that I got acquainted with on the bus.. The girls and every other returning corps members were allowed to get pass the gate to point where their luggage would be searched with the terminal used for searching except me.
I sensed trouble when female soldier stopped me just before the terminal and asked me to follow her with my luggage.... She took me to one of the boots at the gate, her first question was if I smoke, I said no she asked me to open my palm which I did, she then asked me to show him my nails and I did as well. She continued and asked me to open the locks of my bag, which I did.. She carefully searched every bit of my bag, my cloth even the pockets. As if not satisfied, she then asked me why my lips is so dark..... Lol that's when I knew what she was looking for. At that point I have reached my boiling point and about loosing my cool, the expression in my face has changed, I didn't mind her uniform anymore. I have decided to keep mute to any more question that will come from her. Then a voice from a car that was driving in said something in Hausa and the female soldier saluted and replied in Hausa. I didn't turn to see who was talking to her, rather I was busy arranging my bag. Then the car drove in, shortly a light skinned average height muscular and unusually handsome soldier emerged and asked me to come with him. All story short, he facilitated my accreditation. Before he left, he took my phone and dialled his number and asked me to call him if I needed anymore help.