Mine was a bad one.

I had not paid the foundation fee until the D day.

I was about paying when the woman in charge asked for my I. D. card.

Confidently, I dipped my hands inside my pocket, brought out my wallet, opened the wallet and alas, the I. D. was no more.

I was kind of, it has always been inside the wallet, so, wher could it be.

Ab initio, I forgot to remove the key to my room from the padlock, and i asked sm1 to remove and keep 4 me.

I proceeded home to search 4 the I. D., only to find the person I had remove the key missing.

I waited for like one and a half hours before i could enter a room I use to enter anyhow.

I enterd d room and I couldn' find the I. D.

I explained to one of the NYSC official on ground, and she said, 'don't be troubled, you know what to do, swear to an affidavit, take a police report, and your cert is in your hands.

I was kinda dejected. I left and came Friday, I woke highly motivated, started pursuit of affidavit, and It wasn't what I expected.

I was asked to pay N50 into a bank account, dependent on the status of the State Internal Revenue Server. Believe me, I spent N210 on transport b4 i could deposit the N50 after which the guy in charge (of the affidavit) charged me N600.

There came the Police report. The 1st station I visited, was nothing to write home about.

I visited the second one, to no avail.

There came the 3rd, and I met favour. i met 'A Mother' who assisted me.

There came the NYSC, I saw the woman who asked me to calm down, and she did everything for me.

There, I met Corps Members with various issues wrong names, mistakenly cancelled Certificates. One guy even came, saying the last two digits of the call-up mumber was swapped.

Now I have my Certficate - Gold.