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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Eight years ago, I was a wee lad, barely 23, fresh off my year of &lt;a href=&#34;https://archive.rustgeek.me/2012/02/that-nysc-year/&#34;&gt;serving the nation&lt;/a&gt; in the foothills of Sango; with the mellifluous, if unintelligible, sounds of the music that consistently wafted upwards from the traders that surrounded my very modest lodgings at Maraba still ringing in my ears. I was none the wiser of the ways of the world at the time – like the good son of my Mother that I still was, in addition to being the pitifully shy, introspective bloke, I still greeted older males and females as ‘Sir’ and’Ma’ - a predisposition which perhaps made me &lt;a href=&#34;https://archive.rustgeek.me/2012/04/in-which-i-recall-my-memories-of-being-a-new-hire/&#34;&gt;fall prey to the shenanigans&lt;/a&gt; of a couple of police men on my first day at work.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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