The Joy of Meeting an Old-Time Friend
Prompt // 9/5/2025
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After several years of leaving secondary school, I lost contact with Emma. His family had moved away because his father, a pastor, was transferred to another location. For about seven years, we never saw or heard from each other again.
Eventually, I was posted to a particular NYSC camp. Everything was going well; I had made new friends and was adjusting to camp life. One day, while on the parade ground, I noticed a young soldier. His face looked very familiar. He also glanced at me, and for a moment, we exchanged silent stares, but we both walked past each other without saying a word.
The following day, I sneaked away to the Mami market to avoid the afternoon parade. To my surprise, I saw the same soldier again. This time, I made up my mind to find out if he was truly the Emma I once knew. I told myself I would call his name and whatever happened would happen.
I shouted, “Emma!” and he immediately turned around, smiling, and called me by my three names. What a joy that moment was! We shook hands warmly, found a spot to sit, and began to catch up, talking and eating. From that day onward, camp became a lot more enjoyable for me.
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