Camp Chronicles

While I was serving, I associated myself to the medical team just so I could escape the parade and morning drill. Two days into camp during their 4 pm parade, one of the soldiers had hit me with his hand mistakenly and for 10 minutes I saw stars and I was seriously sick then I felt like fainting since then nothing concerns me concerning parade or guys with muscles. I avoid them like plaque.

At the camp clinic, our metron always worries, most times people come to the clinic pretending they are sick just so they could escape the parade. That day my friend came with me with the assurance I will protect her since I'm part of the medical team.

“Don't worry, I will protect you” I said confidently to her.

We got to the clinic missing both morning medication, my escape moment to sleep especially those early morning sleep that used to be so sweet. My friend sat down directly opposite me as we rested our heads to continue our sleep before the HOD shows up at the clinic.

Two minutes into our sleep, I heard the metron voice from my sleep chasing people that came to the clinic just to escape morning meditation. Thinking she would ignore my table but I was wrong she came to my table waking both of us up.

“Good morning ma”

“Good morning dentist” she replies.

“Aha, who are you?” She asks my friend.

“Ma, she's my friend and she needs to see a physiotherapist” I lied.

But metron ignores me.

“This girl, each time you're coming here. If it is not your tummy, it is your leg. Oya come and be going”

My friend stands up to leave, I try pleading with metron.

“How can you be friends with this girl?” My brows knit in confusion. Does metron know her?

“She's always coming here”

“Levi” she calls the guy that cleans up the clinic.

“Go and check the toilet, not after now you see her in the toilet.”

My cheek burns in so much embarrassment.