Prior to when I received my call-up number, I was told Lagos NYSC camp, Abuja NYSC camp and Port Harcourt NYSC camp are more exciting than others so I made plans to influence my posting to one of these states.

I typed 'NYSC Lagos Camp' on Google search bar and an image of a shirtless Iyanya appeared among female corp members.

Damn!

This might be my only opportunity to kukere Iyanya six packs, I thought.

Lagos camp was it!

That evening, I asked my parents for N30,000 to influence my posting. What followed next was a three hour sermon on "The implications of altering your destiny"

My parents were not going to give me the money and their decision was final.

I didn't let that perturb me.

The next day, I cleared my bank account for the NYSC runs boy.

Finally call-up letters were out.

While my friends scrambled to school to know their fate, I didn't bother. I sat back at home like a boss, observing things.


As long as I was concerned, my name was among those posted to Lagos and I was going to take things nice and slow.

Two days before camp was due to open, my proud self bounced into my school to get my Lagos call-up letter.
The last thing I remembered was seeing my name along with the state code IM.

I had been duped!

Before I could say 'IYANYA, I found myself on the floor.

My hard-earned 30K was gone with the winds. (Iyanya, you owe me 30k!)

The happy-humble people posted to Lagos had come to help me up.

Then came the sympathies from them.

"I heard bum shorts are cheap at Owerri"

"You might even get an Owerri boyfriend"

"Owerri has the hottest funspots in Nigeria"

"Flavour looks like Iyanya and he might come there to sing Ada Owerri for you guys"

Nonsense!

FIRST DAY IN CAMP
Two days later I stood miserably at the gate of Umudi NYSC Camp, Imo State.

I met some soldiers searching a long queue of prospective corp members.

When it got to my turn, they emptied my box and began making jest of me when they found 3 tins of cereal.

Luckily for me, one NYSC official took pity on me and assisted me with the registration process.

It would be an insult to Titus sardine If I say 46 human beings were bundled like sardines into one kirikiri looking room because nowadays, there is only one and a half fish relaxing comfortably inside Titus tin.

We had no toilet. They didn't care whether we gave a shit or not. All pun intended.

No provision was made for a bathroom either so we had to wake up as early as 3:30am to shower on an open field.

THE CLIQUES
The first thing I noticed were the foreign students clique with different real and fake accents.

Even graduates of University of Ghana had accents too.
Houdegbe North American University graduates had American accents too.

The funniest of them all was one girl from Enugu State University of Technology.

In a bid to be among, she had what some group of boys called a Chinese accent.

Who knows, she must have acquired it the day she had dinner at a Chinese restaurant.

THE PARADE
The first day I attended the parade, I heard a soldier telling some corp members.

"Bounce that leg harder! No be your leg again! Na the Federal Government get am''

Out of fear, I ran inside the bush to hide but unfortunately for me, one soldier caught me and she made me do frog jump for twenty minutes. When I was done, I became temporarily crippled.

I borrowed a walking stick from one fake cripple (we had a lot of them in our camp) and staggered to join the Orientation Broadcasting Service.

On getting there, I was rejected by the head of OBS because I refuse to present news in a fake accent.

Where the hell was I suppose to download one from?

MY PLATOON
We celebrities (yes, I am one! google Naijasinglegirl) in Imo State NYSC Camp tried to live a lowkey life but you know what they say about supernovas? LOL

In my case my oversized shoes and uniform stood me out!
My feet are size 36 but I was given size 44 boots so I had to double shoe pads and I also used a rope to bound my feet to my shoes.

The same went for my khaki. The tailors just couldn't get it right even after using one trouser leg to create a new trouser for me. I ended up doubling belts.

Platoon Officer wanted me to represent the platoon in Miss Indomie noodles beauty pageantry but I refused with reasons that I prefer Dangote noodles.

She got irked and threatened to post me to the deepest part of the Imo State where I won't see tarred road for a year.

CAMP KITCHEN
I sneaked into the kitchen one day and found a huge pot of beans swimming in a mixture of oil and water. I peeked at the bucket of watery tea and it looked like the milk they put was keeping malice with the hot water. Literally, they both refused to 'mingle'.

I instantly became a food rights activists with talks of
"How can they serve us this thing when we have no toilets?''

''Do they realise some of us are first class graduates?"

There was a wastage of food that evening as most people rejected the sad looking beans.

That night, our coordinator assembled every corp member and asked why three quarters of us didn't utilize our meal ticket.

She pleaded for answers.

I and some other busybodies raised our hands and complained campfood is shitty.

To cut the long story short, we were made to sit in the open field till 1am for that statement.

MAMI MARKET
Mami market was my place of refuge. It solved my problem of food and fun.

Thanks to the cool guys I made friends with, they all took turns to pick my bills.

That went on until one particular girl towering above 6ft pulled me aside and warned me to stay away from her camp boyfriend or ...... (Reason I left camp as single again)

REDEPLOYMENT
Many corp members applied for deployment to different states on health grounds. So many of them had come prepared with letters from hospitals, faking different sicknesses.

They were desperate!

One particular guy lied early madness runs in his family.

Say what??

I also wanted to get a fake asthma report but my father as usual called and threatened to disown me if I wish evil upon myself.

The only real illness I suffered from was sleeping sickness. (In camp, I could kill for an extra five minutes of sleep every night)

LIFE OUTSIDE CAMP
Last day of camp we were issued our posting letters. I had lost weight to the extent that my shoes were not sizing me. My complexion got so dark & burnt that all I thought of was how I was going to soak myself in a bathtub of bleaching cream for 3 days. My place of primary assignment was one bush secondary school in Owerri. My greatest challenge was where to get hotel accomodation for two nights during our PPA registration process. Almost everyone in camp were plagued with the same problem. Prior to that, I had no idea services like HOTELS.NG (you know that wonderful site, don't cha?) existed and my ignorance cost me.

I eventually found one church family house. There, I was handed a list of rules and regulations.

1. Only English language and speaking in tongues allowed.

2. No sleeveless shirt or trousers.

3. No smiling with boys anyhow.

4. Compulsory 5am devotion and 9pm devotion.

5. You must be fully 'kitted' on your way to the bathroom. No tying of towels.

Literally, I went from one regimented place to another.
No Etisalat, MTN and Airtel service too. Only Glo ruled...no pun intended.

After my first night there, I couldn't take it anymore. Someone took me to one Mavis Suites for about 8k per night. Hotelier deceived me that the hotel was the cheapest one I could get in Owerri Municipality.

I parted with my hard earned money.

On getting to my PPA, it was the ugliest place I have ever been. I begged the school authorities to reject me but my pleas fell on deaf ears.

I was allocated to the administration unit of the school as an office assistant to some female teachers.

That's how I spent my NYSC days assisting some Igbo women to unwrap their okpa and stir their abacha ncha.

The End.

@naijasinglegirl
http://www.naijasinglegirl.net

Overall, NYSC is an experience of a lifetime.

How is/was your own NYSC camp experience?

Awesome write up.

Those who pay for that posting runs mostly always get scammed. Funny enough you'll see some people with mad connections who won't even pay a dime.

All in all, you've served your fatherland. In the end, that's all that matters.

hahahahahah....love the write-ups.Reminds me of when I had to serve this country too.I did what many had done and would always do,bribed the principal and CLO,went AWOL and only shows up for clearance.

U didn't tell us abt d "allowee" part. Abi nah u use open ya blog?? Kikiki

Very funny write-up. I have always loved your writing skill.

Ewizard: U didn't tell us abt d "allowee" part. Abi nah u use open ya blog?? Kikiki

LOL. Before the allawe comes in, I was already done spending it in my head

Oh my days! So far, you are the only one am following on nairaland! This is even more hilarious than your post on frontpage....

Gurl, you are a good writer...Its good and funny

NICE 1 GIRL.

Lolz

adorable29: Oh my days! So far, you are the only one am following on nairaland! This is even more hilarious than your post on frontpage....

visit her blog site. You will laugh till you fart.

Good to see you here NSG. I've been following your blog for some time now. The memes that you post in your stories makes them really funny. Isn't there a way you could put them here too?

Your lucky to be posted@owerri.....Benue would be worst....that's if the story is True

Welcome to Nairaland, NSG. Your blog is a haven for me..

Oh, and by the way, Nairaland uses (picture attached) instead of <strong> & </strong>.

Again, Welcome..

follows NSG immediately !

FIRST, let me check out ur blog....

Rarely checkout people's blog...
So many lies & cock&bull stories there





But base on this write-up alone, u rock
I've bookmarked ur blog.

Am programmer btw, feel free to holla me anyme if ever need arises. Ibullem49@gmail.com.

Keep up the good work

Nice . You write well, I admire that.
Wanna be good like you someday

TheRealAdonye: Welcome to Nairaland, NSG. Your blog is a haven for me..

Oh, and by the way, Nairaland uses (picture attached) instead of <strong> & </strong>.

Again, Welcome..

I. Love you

ibullem: Rarely checkout people's blog...
So many lies & cock&bull stories there





But base on this write-up alone, u rock
I've bookmarked ur blog.

Am programmer btw, feel free to holla me anyme if ever need arises. Ibullem49@gmail.com.

Keep up the good work

thank you. Grateful

Thank you guys

nice write up........

Aww. I love you too, NSG..

Naijasinglegirl: I. Love you

Your service year must be fun! Like heaven on earth. All pun intended.
Lovely and funny write up. You killed it.

Thank you very much

i love ur write up...nice one op but sorry u got dupe. i did nt pay a dime and i find my self in lag.God did it....so op next time tell ur siblings to pray abt wat de desire.cheers

U re. Lucky to be posted to owerri. I was posted to Mbaise Zone A very local villa without lite nd water

Lol. NSG you're a clown.

Asides the elements of obvious exaggeration, you're story is totally hilarious. I was laughing throughout the narration

I hated camp (all those annoying soldiers that bark at you by day and toast you by night made it worse) and hated service year even more. The day I was coming back to Lagos, I carried my two giant ghana-must-go bags and as early as 6.00 am stood by side Ondo/Akure expressway and wept tears of gratitude.

Awful

Can ♈όϋ imagine I influenced my posting to Rivers state just because Amaechi pays corpers #110k after service year? Since 2013 reach now I never see 'a' not to talk of 'lert'... That wasn't enough ..I was also hoping I would serve in an oil firm but for where...na so Dem throw me to one remotest area of Rivers called Ase-Azaga where we share our room with giant mosquitoes and scorpion...this village shares borders with Anambra n IMO and very close to the bank of River Niger ..na so I become fisherman-corper cum teacher.. We even transit on canoes to town for our monthly clearance . it was fun anyway cos I enjoyed every bit of it.

Dear NaijaSingleGirl,
Ur writing skills and humour is Superb. but unfortunately, all I can see now is expression of hatred against a state & ur fake class.

I see why some say it means "now your suffering continue"