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abujagirl
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It’s 3:00am on Wednesday morning, My roommate turned friend -let's call her Ada (still don’t know her name)is tapping me lightly. It takes a while to open my eyes, when I finally do I pretend I'm too sleepy to understand her. Ada wants to charge her phone upstairs and she needs an escort. I bat my eye lashes at her several times and go back to sleep.
It has been a bad night, slept with my waist bag fastened around my waist and my legs on top of my box –“beware of thieves “ is one warning that must never depart from a Corp member’s heart.
Ada let's me sleep some more before waking me again by 3:22am. I'm about to yell at her when she sweetly informs me that Corp members are already rushing out for registration .
8:00am : Registration is yet to begin. I’m pissed ,why didn't I stay in bed till 7am?-. NYSC officials give their welcome speech and i wander off for a while losing track of Ada. It’s hard reconnecting with her because I don’t have her phone number and so we’re separated for the rest of the day.
Seeing the NYSC camp in broad daylight is a kind of disappointing. The camp is basic. It's a small camp, really small. It’s however really clean, even the toilets are on point. They're clean and not smelling yet but that hasn’t stopped some ladies from getting ‘s**t bucket’.
Dear Eko male corpers, most of those girls wey dey form plenty, dye s**t for bucket .
Missing Ada led to the best and worst part of my day. I found a free seat between two ladies. They’re both slender and beautiful with scarves respectably placed on their heads –Muslims I deduct. We don’t strike a conversation immediately, we weigh ourselves silently. After 30 minutes of silence, happenings around finally gave us something to break the ice.
From then the conversation never stops- best girl time since August . We talk about a number of things, the sloppy ‘Man o War’ guys, sunscreen, face care products and even northern Nigerian. Their Hausa accent makes the conversation more interesting to me. The baby girl in me is impressed. I soon discover that they share the same name and come from the same state- Niger.
Their voices sound like a n R n B song and I'm content to add my jazz.. We spend most of the day watching each other’s back and discussing whatsoever grabbed our attention. I felt a certain sense of loss when one of them mentioned redeployment, she wants to serve in any other state except Lagos.
Registration process in camp was too slow, the Man o War guys who were supposed to control the crowd were constantly bullied by Corp members. Nothing seemed to be working right and the crowd was got restless. In the midst of the restlessness, officers of the Nigerian army stepped up to the challenge. They inspired both fear and love from the crowd. First, they intimidated everyone into behaving properly then they helped us create a little fun by finding dancers for the tunes played by OBS.
Although the intervention of the Nigerian army made the registration process faster, much result was not achieved until evening.
My camp kit supplied by NYSC looks like “Papa dash me”. Already calculating how much the tailors at mammy market will charge for shapening the clothes. My footwear are also over size, filling my size requirement on the NYSC portal few months ago was a waste of MB.
P.S : Nigerian politicians and public office holders are terrible people, always looking for an opportunity to show themselves. Oppressing the people with the mandate which was given them. It was a shame to watch politicians escort their kids to camp and speed up their registration process while others waited in the Sun. That is corruption .
TO SHARE YOUR NYSC STORY EMAIL [email protected]
It has been a bad night, slept with my waist bag fastened around my waist and my legs on top of my box –“beware of thieves “ is one warning that must never depart from a Corp member’s heart.
Ada let's me sleep some more before waking me again by 3:22am. I'm about to yell at her when she sweetly informs me that Corp members are already rushing out for registration .
8:00am : Registration is yet to begin. I’m pissed ,why didn't I stay in bed till 7am?-. NYSC officials give their welcome speech and i wander off for a while losing track of Ada. It’s hard reconnecting with her because I don’t have her phone number and so we’re separated for the rest of the day.
Seeing the NYSC camp in broad daylight is a kind of disappointing. The camp is basic. It's a small camp, really small. It’s however really clean, even the toilets are on point. They're clean and not smelling yet but that hasn’t stopped some ladies from getting ‘s**t bucket’.
Dear Eko male corpers, most of those girls wey dey form plenty, dye s**t for bucket .
Missing Ada led to the best and worst part of my day. I found a free seat between two ladies. They’re both slender and beautiful with scarves respectably placed on their heads –Muslims I deduct. We don’t strike a conversation immediately, we weigh ourselves silently. After 30 minutes of silence, happenings around finally gave us something to break the ice.
From then the conversation never stops- best girl time since August . We talk about a number of things, the sloppy ‘Man o War’ guys, sunscreen, face care products and even northern Nigerian. Their Hausa accent makes the conversation more interesting to me. The baby girl in me is impressed. I soon discover that they share the same name and come from the same state- Niger.
Their voices sound like a n R n B song and I'm content to add my jazz.. We spend most of the day watching each other’s back and discussing whatsoever grabbed our attention. I felt a certain sense of loss when one of them mentioned redeployment, she wants to serve in any other state except Lagos.
Registration process in camp was too slow, the Man o War guys who were supposed to control the crowd were constantly bullied by Corp members. Nothing seemed to be working right and the crowd was got restless. In the midst of the restlessness, officers of the Nigerian army stepped up to the challenge. They inspired both fear and love from the crowd. First, they intimidated everyone into behaving properly then they helped us create a little fun by finding dancers for the tunes played by OBS.
Although the intervention of the Nigerian army made the registration process faster, much result was not achieved until evening.
My camp kit supplied by NYSC looks like “Papa dash me”. Already calculating how much the tailors at mammy market will charge for shapening the clothes. My footwear are also over size, filling my size requirement on the NYSC portal few months ago was a waste of MB.
P.S : Nigerian politicians and public office holders are terrible people, always looking for an opportunity to show themselves. Oppressing the people with the mandate which was given them. It was a shame to watch politicians escort their kids to camp and speed up their registration process while others waited in the Sun. That is corruption .
TO SHARE YOUR NYSC STORY EMAIL [email protected]
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