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My Nysc Diary And 21 Days In Camp by emperorblog(m): 6:16am On May 18, 2018 |
Written by Iam Olaolowo…
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This story is dedicated to all Corp
members currently serving and all ex-
Corp member
Nationwide. May God bless our
hustle! Long Live Nigeria!
Also a special dedication to a friend,
who we both camped together in
Kangere, Samuel Okonta
who lost his life (while serving his
fatherland) during the River state
election on the 19th of
March 2016. Rest in Peace brother… source www.emperorblog.com.ng/my-nysc-diary-and-the-21days-in-camp www.emperorblog.com.ng 2 Likes 1 Share |
Re: My Nysc Diary And 21 Days In Camp by emperorblog(m): 6:17am On May 18, 2018 |
PART 1
The Build up to how it all began
22nd of October 2015 was a day I
won’t forget in my life. Prior to the
reports and news going
nationwide that the call up letter
would be released on the 21st of
October, I put a call through to
Ugo and Dare popularly known as
vision 2020. I called them to check at
their offices (since I
don’t have an internet connection
here) to know if truly the call up letter
has been released. Ugo
later called back and gave a negative
report. Vision also called back and
gave the same negative
report and that really made me
tensed. I hardly think of anything else
rather than seeing the state
I am being posted to and let
preparation begins in full.
Am sure you might be wondering who
I am. I am Ola Olowo born into a
family of three,
all males and also the last born of the
family. An art student, and also the
first person in my
family to go for NYSC. Being one of
the guys wey sabi schools for my
department, lots of my
course mates had to call me to get the
latest information about the call up
letter then I decided to
check different sites to gets latest
information about it. I visited
Nairaland and I saw different
post of people also waiting for the
NYSC batch B call up letter for 2015.
Then something struck my mind.
TWITTER. That’s the fastest place to
get information on
anything and any latest going all
round the world. I searched for the
NYSC official twitter
handled I got it, followed the handle,
and keeping tabs with all the activities
going on there.
From their twitter handle, I got latest
updates on it and I never stopped
checking and refreshing
the tweets on their timeline. Nigerian
students are one of the best in the
world. Come see insult
upon insults. Am sure the operator of
the NYSC twitter handle must be
really pissed off. While
some were asking good and
meaningful question, some were
raining curses and abuses on
NYSC, comparing the release of the
NYSC call up letter with the long
awaited ministerial list
long ago which was delayed by our
able president.
It was Past 3pm, something tells me to
check the twitter handle again. I
picked up my
Nokia x2 palasa phone which I have
been using for over 4years, (don’t
mind me, is Nigeria
economy cause am) opened the
browser and straight to NYSC handle
and began to see
testimonies of some peoples saying
they’ve checked and printed their call
up letter. I couldn’t
believe it though and I needed to
confirm from at least 3 people before
spreading the news round
to my guys who were anxiously
waiting too. After confirming from 3
people from the handle, I
decided to call Ugo.
Me: Ochuko, e don happen o
Ugo: Olowo, you better talk true
because tension wan kill me for here
o
Me: sure, I have confirmed it on their
twitter account. Please check and call
me back.
After dropping the call, I put a call
across to vision and iya ijo. I was
feeling uneasy and
kept walking up and down the office
like a husband whose wife is inside
the labour room waiting
for the doctor’s arrival for a good
news. I started navigating the quality
control office, to my
office, then to the darkroom. After
waiting for like forever for Ugo’s call,
I decided to call him
myself.
Me: Ugo, waiting dey worry you now?
You want make I do orientation camp
for hospital
Ugo: (sighs) Olowo na Yobe ooo
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Re: My Nysc Diary And 21 Days In Camp by emperorblog(m): 6:17am On May 18, 2018 |
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Re: My Nysc Diary And 21 Days In Camp by emperorblog(m): 7:08pm On May 18, 2018 |
PART 3
8th of November, on a typical Sunday
morning, I attended the church
service. Immediately I
got back, the worms in my stomach
won’t allow me to rest so I prepared
something to eat. After
eating, I picked all my phones,
straight to the viewing center to
charge my phones. Shout out to
all the viewing centers that have
enough sockets for guys to charge.
Let’s do some brief
calculation here. You buy fuel of N300
just to charge your phones, it will last
for at worst 3hours
and you discover that your phone
won’t charge properly. But with N100,
you get all your phones
charged, also accompanied with a
football game in front of you but
some sharp guys at the
viewing center has seized this
opportunity to steal phones. Well,
OYO is your case if you sleep at
the viewing center when you have up
to 3phones in the socket charging.
9
th of November, still on my bed,
pondering on the dream I just had
overnight. I don’t have
dreams like that but when I do, it
always come to pass. In my dream, I
saw myself with two other
guys which I suspected one of them to
be vision. I discovered I was driving
while they sat beside
me. From the dream, I think we were
heading to Ife but along the journey,
the bus collapsed,
although we were unhurt but we
couldn’t move to our destination
again. So because of the
dream, I remained calm and careful
all through the day. Janelle and I still
chat everyday but
today was different. She has not been
online and am seriously missing her
company. When I
called her, she told me she had some
issues to settle at her school, the
University of Calabar, so
that means I will have to be alone
throughout the day. I was closing for
the day when I got a
message notification on my phone. I
thought it was the normal MTN
message not until I saw
NYSC. The message reads “All PCM
deployed to Yobe state will now have
their orientation
course at ‘’Bauchi camp from 25th of
November 2015. Please reprint your
call up letter. DG’’.
It wasn’t a surprise at all but wetin
man go do? Almost everyone in the
group got the message.
Ugo called me to confirm if I got the
message. The whatsapp group was
immediately changed to
“Bauchi corpers”. Getting home, I
informed my parents and they were
extremely shocked. They
suggested that I forget about serving
this year while I register next year
because Bauchi was not
really safe. Janelle and I engaged in a
chat later in the evening when I got
back from church. She
also informed me that her parents are
really scared of releasing her for the
camp. Would you
blame them? Bauchi state was one of
the states which was terrorized by
boko haram. It’s time to
start buying things I need for the
camp in Bauchi. Ella, one of the few
friends I made from the
whatsapp group help me with her
own drawn list of item such as 3vests,
2shorts , a tooth brush ,
2pair of white socks, 2padlocks
,Vaseline , hair cream , touch light,
food flask , etc. Ellen with
the diary of camp, west still insisted
that the transport fare to Bauchi still
remains N6,
500.Research and report state that
Bauchi is not that far compared to
Jigawa. I got the bank
details and made a part payment of
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Re: My Nysc Diary And 21 Days In Camp by emperorblog(m): 7:10pm On May 18, 2018 |
THE JOURNEY TO JOS “THE
UNEXPECTED”
Everything is set yes, we are the flying
corpers! Flying for the first time in
our lives to a land
where we’ve never been. Ugo’s wife
Onyinye prepared a breakfast of fried
plantain and egg for
us before leaving. We got to the
airport around 10; 42 and with the
assistant of Aganga, we were
able to check in as early as possible
and we undergo several security
checks before we were able
to sit waiting anxiously till when our
flight will be announced. Ugo and I
were gisting and I felt
like looking around but my eyes
caught a familiar face. This face look
like Bibie, the girl from
the Bauchi whatsapp group. I told Ugo
that the girl sitting next to me was
someone I knew but I
was not sure. He told me to call her
number and which I did, the same girl
picked it up. My
suspicion was right. Yes. It was Bibie.
Immediately she picked I kept staring
at her till she looked at me and
laughed. We shake hands
and discussed throughout till our
flight was finally announced around
1:20pm. We lined up to the
boarding line, then entered into a bus
which convey us to the place where
the aircraft was. We
were searched before we finally got
seated; little did we know that our
bags that were outside
won’t follow us. Bisola’s seat was
toward the entrance ,(seat 16a) while I
sat far away in the
back ,seat 24a while Ugo was seating
at the back seat by my right
seat26a.The airplane took off
by 2pm and being the first time ,the
feeling was really strange . It ran some
kilometers before the
plane finally got into the sky .During
this period , an announcement was
made that all passenger
must make use of their seat belt and
also put off their phones or put them
on flight mode . I never
knew that there was a pot hole in the
sky too as the plane entered into
gallop. By this time, I was
damn scared. I looked back and Ugo’s
eyes met mine. From his face, I can
see he was reading
the Lord’s Prayer. He was so scared
and he was putting on a weird smile
which I can interpret to
mean “Guy we don enter am o”.
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Re: My Nysc Diary And 21 Days In Camp by emperorblog(m): 7:11pm On May 18, 2018 |
Not quite long, a cake and a cup of tea
was being served by the plane
attendants. When they got
to my row I ignore the cake and the
juice, at least hoping that they might
bring it back or
probably serve something more
meaningful because as at that
moment, I was hungry. I was
perceiving an aroma of fried egg
towards the back which I think was
the kitchen that gave me a
slight hope of eating something. Am
sure Ugo would have perceived that
aroma too because
records has it that among the fantastic
four, that is 4 of us back then in
Ibadan, Ugo had the best
nose. Not that he had a long nose but
his nose can smell anything smellable
even from a distance.
Ugo can tell you how many fish is
inside a sardine even without opening
it, that how good he is.
Back to the matter, I noticed I was
sitting beside a young woman who
was busy reading a novel
by Michael Cornell “the poet”. When I
had nothing to do, I had to join her in
reading. After
reading for a while, we got talking and
from our discussion, I learnt that she
lives in Jos.
We kept talking and she had to leave
the novel with me which I read to the
next chapter. I was
feeling a slight headache and looked
through the window and all I can see
was cloud and vast of
lands. I returned the book and few
minute after, the tires of the plane
wheeled out. It was then I
knew we are closer to the Jos airport.
That reminds me, what will happen to
the fried eggs I
perceiving the aroma some minute
ago? This is cheating mehn. An
announcement was made that
the plane was about to land. At
2:30pm, the plane landed successfully
and everyone was getting
down one by one. From my
calculation of the duration of the
flight, just as they had speculated
it. It just for 1hour, 30minutes. After
getting to the arrival’s lounge, we
stayed for over 30minutes
for our bags to arrive. After waiting,
all the bags that was in the aircraft
was brought out and it
surprised us that not all the
passengers got their bags. An
announcement was later made that
not
all the bags arrived with us; now all
hell was loose. Only few passengers
was fortunate to get
their bags while majority of them
didn’t get theirs. Unfortunately, Ugo’s
bags and mine were not
among the few bags that arrived while
Bibie got all her two bags. Among the
passengers that
didn’t get their bags was a very
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Re: My Nysc Diary And 21 Days In Camp by emperorblog(m): 7:12pm On May 18, 2018 |
He was shouting at the top of his
voice while everyone followed suite ,
After so much shouting
and blabbing the Ark air plane
manager came to brief us about the
current situation and some of
us was able to understand their
grieves too. From his explanation, he
said the problem is from
Lagos i.e. Muritala Muhammed as the
aircraft that was used to convey the
passage could not
carry all the luggage at once.
I could remember during the time I
was shouting, one of the Arik airline
staff named Mr. Ola
came to speak with me. We spoke
Yoruba language together and at the
end, he was able to calm
me down. After everything, we gave
them a condition that we can’t go to
Bauchi this night so
they led to lodge us in a 5-star hotel
so as to wait to receive our bags
before we finally leave for
camp. I left him and decided to have a
brief discussion with Ugo and Bisola
so we can both
decide on what to do while Mr. Ola on
the other hand went to discuss with
their manager on our
condition. After some minutes, a dark
guy, one of the Arik official came to
address us and also
tabled down an offer before us. He
said they‘ve decided to let us stay at
the Arik staff quarters
pending the time our bags will arrive
the airport the next day. Mr. Ola led
us to the staff quarters
while we began to gist like we’ve
known for quite sometimes. We
talked and gisted about life
and things in general forgetting the
circumstances that brought us
together.
We initially stayed at the quarters of
one of the Arik staff called Mr.
kehinde. He has two lovely
kids named Tolulope and Motunrayo.
The cold in Plateau is very intense,
that is the coldest
environment I have ever been in my
life. You won’t blame me; I spent the
majority of my entire
life in the western part of Nigeria. We
were made a laughing stock as my
guys and I were
seriously complaining about the cold
weather which was strange to us. Mr.
Ola took us out to get
some drinks while he keep gisting us
about how he got to Jos and life in the
state capital. From
what I can deduce from his words, he
has spent over 2 years in Plateau and
he is really enjoying
the place to the fullest. Mr. Ola should
be in his late 20’s or early 30’s. Dark
in complexion, uses
eye glasses and he is really fun to be
with, maybe it was due to the
circumstances that brought us
together, I don’t know. After taking
our drinks, we were all hungry except
for the cakes we had
in the plane, we haven’t eaten
anything yet. Mr. Ola suggested we
take a stroll to town so we
could eat and we obliged. |
Re: My Nysc Diary And 21 Days In Camp by emperorblog(m): 7:12pm On May 18, 2018 |
We were taking a stroll down to the
town, away from the quarters, Mr. Ola
was giving us some
details or maybe I can call it some sort
of information about the Jos/Plateau
life. He showed us
round the place, like the NAMAN
quarters, FAAN quarters, the poultry
which was owned by
some of the staff, the FAAN high
school, the uncompleted building
owned by the airline and the
different types of bricks that was used
in building. He said the bricks are
being sold as low as
N12 as it was made from sand, cement
and particular grass.
Plateau is really a beautiful place. Mr.
Ola said he once remembered when
he was coming to
Jos, he said his parents disapproved it
at first but he told them as long as
people are still living in
Jos, he would surely survive. He took
us to Mr. kehinde’s wife shop.
Remember Mr. kehinde?
The Arik staff that we went to his
place at first, the father of two. We
branched her shop and
greeted her. We chatted and from our
discussion, she said she has been
living in Jos for over 8
years now. I was damn amazed. 8
years in this cold? They keep saying
the cold has not even
started at all. We were also
introduced to an ex-corper who has
refused to go back to Lagos after
his NYSC in Jos. From explanation, he
said he has enjoyed all his stay in Jos
and he did not see
any good reason why he must go back
to Lagos to start struggling.
Mr. Ola led us to a local restaurant
where we ate semo with Egusi soup.
While taking our meal,
he keep gisting us about the events
that has been happening in the state
capital. He showed us a
building, a motel to be precise, which
according to him was always filled to
the bream. He
explained further that one particular
day, the Boko haram group stormed
the motel and killed
everyone on sight. According to him,
only one man survived the disaster
and the man now works
in the airport although with a
disfigured arm. It was really a sad
incidence to have witnessed.
After finishing the semo, we got a
slice bread beside the so called
restaurant, took a bike straight
back to the quarters.
We got to the quarters late in the
night. We were welcomed by Mr. Dan,
the Arik official who
gave us the offer of staying in his
apartment. From my finding, he is still
single so he has
available rooms where we could stay
for the night. As he led us to his
apartment, we couldn’t
stop lamenting about the weather. Mr.
Dan is a dark, tall and handsome man
from Kaduna. He
prepared tea for us, accompanied with
bread we bought, we ate, gisted till
we all got tired and
everyone went to the available rooms
to sleep. I couldn’t sleep at all. This
was my first time in
Jos and everything in the
environments clearly different from
what I have felt in the past. It’s just
as if we have a longer night as I woke
up like 3 times before I finally
resigned to fate around 4. I
went on reading some literature
works on the internet for like an hour
before going to Bisola’s
room to disturb her. Did I have to tell
you that we slept in different rooms?
Ugo and I in a room
while Bisola had a room to herself. |
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Re: My Nysc Diary And 21 Days In Camp by emperorblog(m): 3:58pm On May 19, 2018 |
24th November, 2015 – The Bags and
the journey to camp
It’s the penultimate day before the
long awaited 2nd stream NYSC camp
will open. Ugo and I is
still stuck in Plateau state, FAAN staff
quarters, Yakubu Gowon airport. I
couldn’t sleep well all
through the night because of the cold
condition in the area. Just few house/
blocks around the
airport and that I guess made the
environment even colder than the
town of plateau.
Since we had nothing to do in
particular, Bisola urged me to follow
her to the nearest First Bank
available. We approached Mr. Daniel
Douglas (which I later discovered was
his real name) and
he said the nearest First Bank is at
Bindin Ladi. We boarded a taxi of
N150 down to the bank and
after the security check, we walked
straight to the banking hall. We spend
about 20 minutes as
Bisola was discussing with the bank
official while I stood somewhere
closer. Within a few
minutes, she was done with her
linking of the BVN and she was told it
will be done within the
next 30 minutes or an hour. We took a
N300 bike from the bank back to the
staff quarters and Mr.
Dan was still at home preparing for
work and also fixing something for us
for breakfast.
Bisola dished out the breakfast of yam
and egg which was prepared by Mr.
Dan. I must confess he was a
good cook. After eating our breakfast,
we discussed and chatted till we
decided to get into the town of Jos
to get some few things before heading
to Bauchi. We called Mr. Dan and he
advised we shouldn’t go far
into Jos but there is a nearest market
we could go to which is somehow nice
instead of Jos.
He directed us to “Bukuru” and we
didn’t waste much time as we set sail
to Bukuru, Plateau state. Bukuru
market can be compared to the sango
market. On our way there, we came
across the plateau state
polytechnic and the police Staff
College, plateau, Jos. I was having a
chat with the driver of the taxi we
took. From our discussion, I
discovered he is a Yoruba man, from
ondo state, Akure to be precise. He
told
me he has been living in Jos since
2001. Are you kidding me? Getting to
Bukuru was about an hour
journey. We had some little shopping
to do so we head straight to the main
market. We bought blankets,
underwear, cups, plates, spoons, etc.
Ugo branched one big supermarket
and got golden morn, milks,
tissues, etc. While I was busy looking
for my favorite “Kunu”. I told myself
that I must not come to Jos
without tasting their Kunu. I was
evenly disappointed when I tasted the
kunu. The kunu was watery and
the taste was not palatable. I
remembered while we got to the
Bukuru, Bisola had a running stomach
and
she started vomiting. I rushed towards
her, washed her eyes with water and
also packed her vomit inside
the bin. After sometime, she was okay
and we were able to continue our
shopping. I also didn’t forget to
get a novel titled, “The gods are not to
be blamed”
Not quite long after we got home, Mr.
Dan called me to inform us that the
flight in Lagos is on the move
so we have to start preparing for the
short trip to the airport, wait for our
bags before heading to the park.
We left the quarters around 2.55pm.
Through the help of the aboki, the
okada man who brought us from
Heipang to the quarters. We got to the
airport around 3.05pm and we can see
that the plane was just
landing. We checked for Mr. Dan and
Mr. Ola but we were told they are
busy but we will have to wait for
them at the arrival’s lounge where we
will be receiving our bags. |
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With the help of Mr. Dan, we got our
bags in time and to our greatest
surprise, the Station manager, Mr.
Alfred arranged an Hilux car for us
which will convey us to the town
where we will get a cab going to
Bauchi, Kangere. Mr. Dan and Mr. Ola
drove us to a place where we easily
got a keke Napep who moved
us to the university of Jos gate where
we got a bus to Kangere, Bauchi state.
Along the road, Mr. Dan
showed us where the state television
was, i.e PRTV. He also showed us the
home of the former governor
of plateau state. Moving ahead, he
showed us the former government
house which was along Jonah Jang
way. He also us places like the
airforce base and the house of
assembly in plateau
THE JOURNEY TO BAUCHI,
KANGERE….”THE BEGININNIG”
24th of November 2015, 6.00pm. We
got on the way to Bauchi. An 8
passenger bus in which half of the
passengers was corpers. I sat in the
middle alongside two prospective corp
member. Ugo and Bisola was
sitting at the back with another
prospective corp member named
Busayo. The lady sitting beside me
named Funke was a student of
Moshood Abiola Polytechnic. She
brought out a small pack of food
which
was given to the first class passengers
in the plane. Guess what was inside?
A white rice and banga soup
which can’t fill a 2 year old baby.
Funny right? That is Nigeria for you.
The estimated time for the trip form
Jos to Bauchi was supposed to be just
an hour but am still surprised
we are still on the road as at 7.10pm.
Who is fooling who? Although Mr.
Dan told us that we should
calculate at least 2 hours, 30 minutes
for the trip. As at now, we have 62km
left as at 7.13pm. We got to
Tashan Durumics at 7.34pm. At
7.51pm, I sighted Abubakar Tatari
polytechnic, Bauchi. Tambari housing
estate was just a few walk away from
the polytechnic. We got to Zaradan
hotel at 7.55pm.
Two passengers got down at Gigamai.
Bisola also drop the officer’s bag to
him. He have been calling soi
as to link up with us ever since we
took from Jos. We headed to the camp
with another new passengers in
the front seat. At 8.30pm, we got
down at the Kangere camp institute of
education. We had to go through
a thorough security check before we
were able to get inside. The place was
very big. Ugo and I searched
for the male hostel and we made sure
we looked for the room that has a
good socket where we will be
able to charge our phone. After
settling down, Ugo and I visited the
mamee market and we were surprised
as everything we ever wanted or
needed in camp was there. The food
we ate was really bad at N250 per
plate. We regret eating the food but
wetin man go do? We need to fill our
stomach with something after a
very tiring journey. After the meal, we
headed back to our hostel. |
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PART 11
LIFE IN BAUCHI CAMP, KANGERE……
THE FIRST DAY IN CAMP
25th of November 2015 is here. I
couldn’t sleep all through the night as
I was watching my phones which I
was charging. By 5am, after the
ringing of my alarm, I woke up from
the bunk I was sleeping before I
woke Ugo and the rest of the guys in
the room. I was surprised when I
heard people had been rushing to
queue at the registration ground. We
could only wash our legs and hands
because the harmattan was much
at that period. We got to the
registration lane around 5.15am and I
was extremely surprised to see the
rate
at which the queue is long, right from
the gate to the female hostel. We
joined the queue too and just like
snake xenzia, the game on nokia
phone, the queue gets long by minute
in the cold weather with our bags.
We stayed in the cold till past 7am
before it was announced that we
should go out of the premises to a
nearby field close to the camp where
we will be re-searched again before
starting the registration
procedure. It took us 4 good hours
before we were able to get through
the long queue. We were in the sun
throughout the duration before a set
of man o war squad assisted in
controlling the line.
The registration took over 3 hours and
we got a printout at the end of the
exercise. We were told to take a
zenith bank opening form which we
were told to fill before going to our
different platoons where we will
get our kits. NYSC finally separated
Ugo and I as I was in platoon 6 while
Ugo was in platoon 4. The kits
in platoon 6 got finished but we were
given the meal ticket while Ugo got
his kits complete but he was
without the meal ticket. Instead of
waiting for the kits to be supplied,
Ugo and I decided to book down
our hostel room before it got filled up.
We begged the Aboki in charge to fix
us in the same room and
after much begging, he obliged and
we were fixed in Block A hostel,
ROOM 10.
NYSC kits are never accurate but the
good thing is that it comprises of all
sizes. No matter how fat, short,
tall, huge or thin you are, your sizes is
always available and if you need any
amendment, please contact
the Aboki’s at the mamee. Sure you
might be wondering why I haven’t
mentioned of Janelle all while
long. Janelle have been having a little
issue with me. Truly I didn’t open up
most of my plans to her but
truly the flight issue was not planned.
She really got angry with me which
made me wonder what kind of
human being she be sef. Around past
2 or so, she got to the camp and I
wasn’t shocked when I finally saw
her. Janelle is tall, fair, a round face,
slim and beautiful just as I have seen
from her DP’S.
At 4:00pm, the trumpet was blown
and we were made to know that we
have to run to the parade ground
with our new white on white kits.
That was when my dear friend, Ugo
suggested that we have to visit the
camp kitchen to get our lunch. The
lunch was beans which was tasteless
and roughly cooked. Chai! Camp
kitchen! By the time Ugo and I rushed
back to the room to rush our food,
two soldiers stormed our blocks
and forced us out. We were punished
before they told us to rush down to
the parade ground. Captain
Aminu was assigned as the platoon
commander. He took charge of all
trainings for the evening. AT
exactly 6pm, a trumpet was blown as
we were told to remain in the
position we were. According to them,
Nigeria is about to sleep so anytime
we hear that particular bingle being
blown, we should be “at
attention” wherever we are. |
Re: My Nysc Diary And 21 Days In Camp by emperorblog(m): 8:33am On May 20, 2018 |
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Re: My Nysc Diary And 21 Days In Camp by Oroolorun(m): 11:29am On May 20, 2018 |
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Re: My Nysc Diary And 21 Days In Camp by emperorblog(m): 1:17pm On May 20, 2018 |
PART 12
Training was over at 6.47pm. Ugo and
I rushed down to the mamee market
to get a bag of sachet water to
resume “the battle of the tasteless
beans’’ we were eating before the
evening parade. A concretion rice was
served as lunch in the kitchen and I
couldn’t eat up to 4 spoons before
dumping the rest under ugo’s bed.
It’s really been a long day. One I have
never experienced before. New faces,
new environment, and
strange weather in fact everything is
just new. I have to change my alarm
to 4.00am because captain
Aminu said we will have to report to
the parade ground by 5am the next
day. Ooops! 8.40pm, the light is
off already. Time to sleep. Hoping for
an adventurous day tomorrow.
26TH OF NOVEMBER 2016-2ND DAY
IN CAMP “THE DRILLS”
I woke up around past 3am while I
saw Ugo discussing with Beautiful
Onyinye at that time of the hour.
Am sure the preparation for their
wedding is now in top gear. I got up,
took the bucket to fetch water in
the only well in our block. It was
extremely cold outside and I can see
some guys bathing outside. Wetin
my eyes no go see? Guys don’t have
issues. Na the grils fit dey waste time
dey queue for bathroom.
The queue at the bathroom was so
long and it’s only the people who
can’t withstand it have their baths
outside. I queued for 30 minutes
before it finally go to my turn. My
bathing took like 5 minutes (you
won’t dare to waste time naa) before I
went ahead to fetch a bucket of water
down for Ugo so we won’t
waste time because in a matter of
time, the soldiers will be here to send
us out. 4.00am, we were almost
set. Ugo and I prepared two cup of
tea. Ugo and bread. You can’t separate
them! He still ate the bread he
bought at plateau. The bingle was
blown before we knew it and we can
hear a soldier shouting at the top
of his voice, “Lazy corfers, get out
now! To the parade
ground,1,2,1,2,1,2! We ran all through
down to the
field which we got to around 5.05am.
The weather was so cold. In fact, I can
see some corper like me
gnashing their teeths. Am sure some
of them have not experienced that
type of weather before. The man o
war guys was to take charge of the
early morning exercise before we
were being handed over to the
platoon commander.
The man o war that took charge of
platoon 6 was a hausa girl (so I
thought), slim, not to fair and I must
confess, she looked like Tiwa savage.
She was so fit and athletic and even
more than C. Ronaldo and I
must confess again that she is the
most beautiful female man o war
squad in our camp. We were taught
all
sorts of songs such as;
Chop Akara dey go
Moin moin no dey
Chop Akara dey go, Moin moin no dey
Also, we had songs such like;
Dem go born mumu, dem go born
mumu, if Corper marry corper, dem
go born mumu
And all sorts of songs in hausa
language which I really can’t put
down. Trust corpers now, they were
able
to formulate a song too like, “Eyin
omo yobe, and we all screamed,
“Yobe! |
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Re: My Nysc Diary And 21 Days In Camp by emperorblog(m): 11:55am On May 21, 2018 |
PART 13
Tiwa savage, the man o war girl was
amazed when the guys were singing
the song joyously. After jogging
round all the hostel blocks, we got
back to the parade ground and we
were handed over to the platoon
commander, Captain Aminu. The
camp director, Mr. T.K Shenge came
to address us and we were taught
how to recite the NYSC anthem.
All platoons were separated and
platoon 6 returned back to the captain
Aminu. Talking about Captain
Aminu, he is tall, dark, lanky, bald-
headed, and he is always spotting a
dark sun-glasses. He is cool and I
like the way he motivates us. I
remember he told us about his past,
how he started working and schooling
around 1992-1993. He congratulates us
and in a matter of time, we were back
to our drillings. We’ve
increased in size so the drilling were
not that much on us as we spread out
wide. The drillings lasted till
around 8am before the bingle was
blown for breakfast. At last! We all
headed to the kitchen but Ugo and I
decided to visit Mama Nkechi’s
restaurant to have a breakfast of rice
and beans which I didn’t enjoy at
all.
Ugo and I was still pondering whether
to wash some clothes when we got
back to the hostel before we
heard the sound of the bugle for
another parade. Oh God! What kind of
thing is this? It was just 10
minutes past 10. We lined up
according to our platoon inside the
hot sun and harmattan. We practiced
all
the drills we’ve learnt together before
we were finally dismissed around
11.45am. When we were
dismissed, I heard a female voice
called my name. I looked back and
asked her where she knows me and
she said it’s from the bus from Jos to
Bauchi. Oh! Now I remember. She was
the girl that sat alongside
Ugo in the bus. I didn’t look at her
when we boarded the bus but I
remembered she was fair in
complexion. We chatted for a while
before leaving for our different hostel.
ooops! Busayo. Yes. Her name
was Busayo. Getting back to the
hostel, Ugo and I decided to wash
before going to the mamee to amend
our khaki’s for amendment, washing
and ironing which cost us N2, 000
each.
We were expecting the bugle to be
blown by 3pm as usual but we were
out rightly surprised when we
didn’t hear it. When it got to 4.05pm,
the bugle was blown and we all
trooped out in numbers. It’s just
been a repetition of drills by Captain
Aminu, nothing special. The drilling
continued till around 6pm when
the Nigerian flag was been brought
down (Nigeria going to sleep in the
exact words of the soldiers) we
are to stand till the bugle stops. At
7.00pm, we were released for dinner.
Janelle was still doing her hide and
seek with the camp soldiers. She don’t
seems to be 100% fit for the
camp stress and drillings yet. She
played a fast one thou, claiming she
has not been registered, hence,
allowed to move around in mufti.
Janelle and I later met at the entrance
of the mamee market. I did a brief
introduction between her and Ugo
before we proceeded to the mamee
market to get what to eat because
we couldn’t cope with the long queue
at the camp’s kitchen. Ugo suggested
we should taste something
different. He suggested we opt for
fried yam and egg from an Aboki in
which I gladly accepted while I
was chatting with Janelle. Janelle has
this small stature and a very soft
hands which sends shock waves
round my body. We held hands for
some time while chatting before Ugo
got the food inside the cooler. I
escorted her outside the mamme
market which leads to her hostel. Ugo
told me he has to shave his scanty
beards before heading back to the
hostel and that was when it all
happened between me and one of the
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PART 14
Instead of going to the hostel alone, I
decided to go back to the mamme
market. I saw Timi with some
couple of friends chatting before I
joined them. We were so engrossed in
our discussion before we heard a
voice from behind us, ordering us to
drop our phones to another corp
member. We looked back and saw a
3 star soldier standing right behind us.
We looked stunned and amazed at the
rate of his command. The
corp member he ordered came to us
and we all dropped our phones like a
mumu. Who born us well? The
fear of a soldier is the beginning of
wisdom. After dropping the phone, he
ordered us to follow him. When
we got to the outskirt of the mamee
market, one of the girls with us
started limping so he freed her.
Immediately he freed the girl, he
ordered another guy who was
entering the market to stop, collected
his
phone and told him to follow us. I was
devastated as well as surprised as I
couldn’t figure out what we’ve
all done. He took us to the parade
ground and he ordered the first guy to
do some sort of punishment for
like 3 minutes before telling him to
stand up. He ordered the second guy
to follow suit but to our greatest
surprise, the guy refused blatantly
claiming he has medical report and he
was also ill. This action of his
really aggravated the anger of the
captain. He asked us to stay at one
side because the guy is going to
suffer the punishment meant for all of
us. We were glad and at the same
time wondering what our sin
really is. Although, he stylishly
punished us by making us stand with
him all through the duration we
spent with him. He sang different
soldier songs and at the same time
teaching us how to sing it. He taught
us some of the chorus and said the
person who has the highest voice will
leave. Timi, being the one closer
to him took the advantage by singing
higher and he was released.
Timi left us and we were now 3 males,
3 females. He kept singing till he
didn’t know what to sing again.
Later, he began to talk about how he
joined the army. From his words, he
said he has joined the army
when he was 10. He explained to us
about all the hardness he had faced
all the way down to the position
he now holds. The scary part of his
story was his last encounter with the
Boko haram members along
Wailo road, Bauchi state. He said he
had gotten the information about their
coming so he had arranged
about 10 officers with him not
knowing the amount of hilux bus the
book guys were bringing along. He
said the quantity of ammunition they
held couldn’t curtail them so he sent
for re-enforcement. He said the
re-enforcement took hours and he
really felt he would be dead by the
end of that day. According to him,
he said he lost 3 captains in the
encounter with the book haram
members. Finally, re-enforcement
came to
their rescue and they were able to
wade-off the book haram guys.
I felt for him though. He said he has
lost a brother, a best friend and a
close friend in the military job and
he does not want to leave the job yet
because of that even though he
planned to do something important
later in his life.. Poor guy! Like he
said, they were trained to kill. Finally,
he told us the crime we
committed was not greeting a captain.
What? Just that? Military guys can be
tough sha. Finally, he freed
us. Yes! He released us. From his
uniform, I discovered his name was
Captain Nwabunike, with a 3 star.
What? He does not even look like an
igbo. We apologized to him and he let
us go after giving us our
phones.
Getting back to the hostel, I felt very
weak and tired. Ugo was dead worried
where I could have been. I
explained my ordeal to him and the
rest of the guys in the room. They
were really surprised that one could
get punished by a soldier just because
you didn’t greet them. They all
laughed at me and I told them not to
worry, their own sef dey come,
especially Ejike. They laughed while I
decended on the fried yam and
eggs we got earlier at the mamee
market. It’s has been a long day and
an adventurous one as at that. Just
what I wanted but not an encounter
with the fierce looking soldiers in
camp.
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Re: My Nysc Diary And 21 Days In Camp by emperorblog(m): 9:32am On May 22, 2018 |
PART 15
27TH OF NOVEMBER 2015 DAY 3 IN
CAMP “SWEARING IN”
According to the advice of Timi, he
said the best time to have your bath in
this hostel is around 1am or
2am before everyone wakes up. Nawa
o. when person no be witch. Life in
camp sha. Me wey be say if na
my papa house I dey, two alarms no
fit wake me. In fact, my mum does a
good job trying to wake me
every time. Don’t mind me. Am not a
spoilt brat, am just lucky to be the last
born of the house so I enjoy
all the freedom at home. Back to the
hostel, I couldn’t sleep well so I woke
up almost every time to check
my phones if they are still intact
(laughs)
Waking up around 2am was not really
strange to me anymore. I took the
bucket and went straight to the
well to get water before going to the
bathroom. To my greatest surprise,
the bathroom was being occupied
by some corp members like me who
wants to bath early and don’t want to
stand the long queue later 4am.
I still managed to escape through just
within few minutes of standing on the
queue. Back to the room, I
got dressed and got back to bed to
sleep till we hear the bugle for the
morning parade. 4.35am, the useless
bugle was blown and I felt like
slapping the person blowing it. The
fear of punishment is the beginning of
waking up early before the soldiers
starts giving countdowns. I stood up
immediately, putting on my
white knickers, waist bag and phones
before running to the parade ground.
The weather was so cold but
we just have to obey the clarion’s call.
4.50am, we were already lining up
according to our different
platoons. Soon, the camp director
came out with some soldiers and the
man o war. We were cold and I
must confess that my teeth were
hitting each other. We recited the
national anthem, the pledge and the
Nysc anthem. Sooner, we’ve begin to
shake off the cold gradually before
the man o war was called to take
over. Seriously, I enjoyed the drills the
female man o war gave us the
previous day and I was looking
forward to her again. I nicknamed her
‘’Tiwa savage’’ because she looks like
her and also has a voice like
her too. She is beautiful, slim, and fair
and she also has this strange long hair
(thanks to Brazilian hair)
and a nice eye brow. Enough of the
Tiwa savage man o war girl abeg. We
sang different songs and joked
along the line, to the extent of lifting
up one of the soldiers in the process.
The whole parade ground
scattered at the view of that. I
nicknamed a guy in my platoon “Don
Jazzy” because of the way he carries
the platoon with his igbo song. After
all the drills and exercise, the man o
war handed us over to our
platoon commander and when it was
8.30am, we were released to go have
our breakfast. 1 Like |
Re: My Nysc Diary And 21 Days In Camp by emperorblog(m): 9:33am On May 22, 2018 |
PART 16
Not quite long, we heard the blowing
of the bugle which signifies that we
must rush to the parade ground
with our Khaki trousers a, Nysc
crested vest and the Khaki jacket for
the swearing in. My Khaki trouser
was in a bad shape. The Nysc belt was
another case but I had no choice than
to put it on. Getting to the
parade ground, all the stage was set
for coming of the governor and the
chief judge of Yobe state.
Standing under the hot sun, we were
arranged by the soldiers platoon by
platoon. The soldiers were also
in new uniforms just as we were also
in our Nysc khaki. As expected,
representatives was sent by the
governor and the chief judge. We all
waited till the governor and chief
judge’s representative arrived. The
M.C really killed the program with his
introduction of the guests and also
wasting hell of time delaying us
under the hot sun which was burning
us really hard. The representative of
the governor of Yobe state
(Name escapes me right now) came up
to the podium to give his speech.
After reading out his speech for
25 minutes, we gave him a round of
applause. Now the real swearing in is
about to start as the chief judge
steps forward to give his speech. The
flag bearer stepped forward to
perform the little drills they’ve been
able to learn. Each platoon selected a
person who goes to the chief judge,
salutes then present an oath on
behalf of the platoon which he will
sign. All these continued till the
platoon 10 representative signed his
oath and the chief judge recited the
oath while everyone repeats after
him. After the “Amen”, we shouted
and clapped.
We were discarded around past 2 and
everyone was snapping pictures with
their Khaki’s. Ugo and I took
some couple of shots together. After
that, Janelle and I hooked up and we
decided to have lunch together
at Mama Nkechi’s restaurant. She
requested for garri and vegetable
while I kept watching her eating,
hoping and calling Ugo to show up so
we can eat together. I kept calling Ugo
but he was not picking up.
Janelle tried convincing me to eat or
take a drink which I actually declined.
She kept. She started
frowning at me but I just can’t leave
Ugo out in anything we do in camp.
Just as if Ugo was reading me
too, he just showed up at the spot
where I was seated. Amaka, the
restaurant attendant was also asking
me
why I didn’t eat but I told her I didn’t
eat because my guy was not here.
Janelle even asked if we were gay
(laughs). She didn’t know the bond
between Ugo and I was more than a
friend. We are now brothers from
different mother. Ugo showed up and
he seems to be very hungry. He asked
if I have eaten and I replied
him that I was waiting for him and I
was sure he was surprised. Amaka
and Janelle replied him that I was
waiting for him before I eat. He
ordered for pounded yam with Egusi
soup which we graciously ate
together. When we were coming back
from the restaurant, I told ugo that I
have to visit the OBS studio
for the auditioning. I met lots of
corpers there queuing for the
auditioning too. I wrote my name
down
waiting patiently for my name to be
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PART 17
THE OBS AUDITIONING
The auditioning by done by Mr.
Micheal, a dark guy and he was a corp
member too. I was asked to make
an imaginary presentation on politics
which I did well. In the process of still
talking, I was halted and told
I would be contacted if I made the cut.
I got back to the hostel, I told Ugo
about how everything went. I
left for the toilet and after that, I went
to the kitchen to get the lunch of yam
porridge. At 4.05pm, we were
called to the parade ground by the
usual trumpet. We all rush down to
the parade ground on our white on
white and got cracking (according to
Oga Lagos, aka female ladies) with our
usual drills. We elected a
platoon leader among us (someone
like a class captain). After everything,
I got back to the hostel feeling
tired. Just then I received a call from
Janelle and her text message. Some
minutes later, I got a message
from an unknown number which
congratulated me and said I have been
selected to be among the OBS
crew. I was so happy. I showed Ugo
the text and he was happy for me too.
The message states that there
would be a meeting with all the new
members at 7pm so I quickly dressed
up and headed straight to the
studio.
THE MEETING: THE FIRST DAY IN THE
OBS STUDIO
Mr. Micheal welcomed every one of
us and informed us that this would be
his 4th OBS crew that he will
be managing. Talking of Micheal, he is
a dark with an average height &
beards. He said he is a sport
presenter on bauchi state radio
station. He is from Anambra state and
he speaks hausa, igbo, English
fluently and a bit of Yoruba. His
nickname is Mighty Mic. He called out
the names of all the guys picked
while each and every one introduces
himself/herself. He further explained
that there are different
programs in the OBS such as News
update, sports café, camp gist, wake
up call, political platform, reggae
show, request, shout out, quiz
programs, sports panorama, the
forum, freestyles, hip hop, love
launch,
interviews throw back music,
wazobia, pure hausa program,
running minds, top 10 countdowns,
etc. He
explained that what they really
needed was 10 presenters, 8
marketers, and 11 newscasters. He
introduced
his senior colleague which happens to
be an INEC official working for the
Bauchi state govt. His name is
Mr. Mohammed Abubakar. He
addressed us on things to do and not
to, things to say while on air and
things not to say. 8.55pm, I got back to
the hostel tired and feeling weak. I
was happy I was going to be
among the sport crew of the OBS so
we still had to prepare for our first
program by 9am the next day. The
bad network couldn’t help issue but I
still denied myself some sleep to get
myself prepared for the
programs tomorrow. I just can’t wait. 1 Like |
Re: My Nysc Diary And 21 Days In Camp by emperorblog(m): 7:59pm On May 22, 2018 |
PART 18
28TH OF NOVEMBER 2015 DAY 4 IN
CAMP “THE FIRST DAY IN OBS”
I was actually thinking of waking up
by 2am to have my usual early bath
before preparing my scripts for
the day’s challenge. I was tired as I
could only manage to wake up around
past 3. I took my bath, changed
my clothes and made some quick
online research before going for the
early drills which starts at 4.30am.
Things got set and the trumpet
sounded. We rushed immediately to
the parade ground but in my own
case,
I ran to the OBS studio to meet the
members of the crew to discuss
together and how the program will be
arranged among the 4 of us. My guy’s
name are Dafe, Ekene and Nonso.
Around past 6, we were done
and I rushed back to join platoon 6
members in the early morning drills.
We’re getting used to the drilling
anyway so it was all fun. We were
released around 8am for the
breakfast. Getting back to the room,
one of
my guys in the room gisted me that
my friend is now elected the platoon
leader of platoon 4. I be witch
walahi! I had once told Ugo that he is
going to be made the platoon leader
but the called it off. Now it has
happened and am sure Beautiful
Onyinye won’t be happy with me on
this at all. When Ugo came back to
the hostel, I congratulated him. He
was surprised about how I go t to
know about this. I told him nothing
is new under the sun so it’s better we
head straight to the mamee market to
celebrate this. After eating, I
went to the studio where the rest of
the guys are already waiting for me.
It’s just some few minutes to the
show so we rehearsed for the last
time before grabbing the Microphone.
We did the program nicely but
just a little shortcomings which
needed to be corrected in the next
line of our program. We had the show
for 45 minutes before signing out
finally and we were greeted with a
round of applause. The supervisor of
the studio if I may call him that, Mr.
Mic commended us and he told us the
things to do and things not to
do the next time we will anchor the
show. We thanked him, noted our
corrections and headed out of the
studio to fill the NYSC oath of
allegiance. Some minutes later, I
heard an announcement from the OBS
studio that our transport allowance
has been paid so we had to go to the
registration hall with our meal
ticket to collect it. Come see corpers!
Everybody ran and all the route leads
to the registration hall. The
queue was much and it took about 30
minutes before it got to my turn and I
was paid the N1500 allowee.
Immediately we left the registration
hall, I heard there is going to be a
meeting with all OBS crew around
12pm. I went there, sat with them and
since I don’t have any familiar face
among them, I took my
notebook and begin reading. Its
1.45pm, and the meeting is still yet to
commence. I don’t know when I
slept off because all I knew was
someone waking me around 2pm.
Michel arranged the hall and greeted
us all. After some minutes, he rolled
out the names of people that
has been picked. Fortunately, I was
one of them but he said something
that pricked my mind. He said if
not that I waited for hours, he
wouldn’t have picked me. That word
of his stricken deep into me but I just
had to let it be. If not for my interest
in this OBS stuff right from time, I
wouldn’t be here bit I choose to
take up his words as a challenge for
me to prove my worth. I got back to
my hostel feeling moody. I
greeted the guys in the room and I
asked them what was rolling in the
kitchen for lunch. I was told it was
Garri and Egusi. Ejike and I opted to
visit the kitchen together and in no
time we were back after a few
minutes. I did some washing after
eating and I decided to charge my
phones for a while. The bugle
sounded after some minutes. The
black soldier blowing the trumpet
banged the door of our room and
asked us to fall out immediately. The
fear of punishment is the beginning of
wisdom. Seriously, ever since
our swearing in, the soldiers are not
taking it likely with us at all as any
silly mistake you make, you get
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Re: My Nysc Diary And 21 Days In Camp by stevodot22(m): 9:18pm On May 22, 2018 |
What a nice piece u've got here. Waiting for the next update. |
Re: My Nysc Diary And 21 Days In Camp by emperorblog(m): 9:48pm On May 22, 2018 |
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Re: My Nysc Diary And 21 Days In Camp by emperorblog(m): 11:22am On May 23, 2018 |
MY NYSC DIARY AND
21 DAYS IN CAMP
PART 19 AND 20
May 23, 2018 emperor
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PART 19
I got to the parade ground around
4.10pm and I met Captain Aminu with
the rest of the platoon guys
about life in the army. He told us that
back then, he earns N500 per month.
We were amazed.
Immediately, Captain Aminu sighted
the platoon 7 commander heading
towards the basketball court, he
hurried us all to run to the court. Oga
lagos and Aminu started the drillings
all over again and I
remembered Mighty Mic told us there
would be a meeting by 6pm in the
studio. At the sound of the
trumpet which signifies that the
Nigeria flag is going down, we all
stood at attention for some minutes
after which I escaped from the group
and headed straight to the OBS studio.
I got there at 6.15pm and I
discovered nothing was happening
yet. Mighty Mic was nowhere to be
found. I heard tonight is the
welcome party for all corpers and the
venue is the registration hall. I was
really looking forward to it.
According to Micheal, the OBS crew
will be there to get things set for the
party while he will be
anchoring the show with one of us.
Thinking about dinner, I really don’t
know what to eat so I called
Janelle to know how far with her.
Minutes later, we were strolling down
to the mamee market. She said
she has eaten Semo with Egusi at
Mama Amaka so I would only be
eating the dinner alone. I was clueless
about what to eat so I decided to
order for something light. I ordered
for a pack of noodles and 2 eggs.
During the process of waiting for the
noodles to be served, Janelle and I
was talking and from our
discussion, I discovered she has
someone she is seeing. (Laughs) Am I
jealous or what? This is the second
time I will be feeling this way today
and it’s really bad. Having those
stupid feelings towards a friend.
Just like a flash, I felt bad and decided
that the food should be arranged in a
take away. I lost appetite
instantly. She noticed my change of
mood but I told her I was fine. When
we were leaving the restaurant,
she received a call from the same
Horla guy again and that was just
what killed it. She left me and was
heading towards the directions of the
guy so I left her and headed back to
the hostel. Ugo and the rest of
the guys were already in the room.
That’s the major reason I liked Ugo.
He knows how to lighten you up
when you are in a bad mood. Janelle
called severally after I got to the
hostel (5 times) while she also sent
a text message too. She apologized
that if she had done anything wrong
because she didn’t like the way I
left. All well and good with Ugo
lightening me up, I feel happy and
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Re: My Nysc Diary And 21 Days In Camp by emperorblog(m): 11:26am On May 23, 2018 |
PART 20
THE WELCOME PARTY
I got to the venue at 8.25pm and I was
shocked to see an already filled
auditorium. Lots of corpers turned
up for this event while am sure more
and more people will turn up when
the party commences. Different
people, different persons, different
way of doing things that is just the
hallmark of an NYSC camp. The
members of the OBS crew was also
seen coordinating things inside
directing the corpers to available sits.
A DJ was also on stage dishing out the
music at my own dismay because am
not a lover of the hip hops). I
still remember back in secondary
school days when I was aspiring to be
a D.J. Hmmm, I was an admirer
of all D.J’s in all my favorite radio
station. I remember I had their names
on a sheet paper that time and if
I could remember, they were up to 35.
Back to the party, Mighty mic was the
MC of the show and I must
confess that he is really good in front
of the crowd. He calls out each
platoon to come and dance on the
stage. Lots of corpers are trooping in
minutes by minutes as some were
even standing when there are no
available sits in the auditorium again.
They are really blocking my views
here and for me to get all details
about the welcome party, I have to
find something to do about my height
(laughs and sighs) Corp
members can be funny sha. Come see
different style of dancing.
Happiness is not something from the
environment at times, it is something
much deeper from the mind
and inner most part of our heart. It’s
not my best night and all thanks to
Janelle. At times, I wonder why
God created me so emotional. Is it a
crime? Seriously if not for the writing
purpose and also to fulfill all
righteousness, I should be on my bed
right now, sleeping or preparing
scripts for tomorrow’s sport show.
What type of human being am I? At
times, I have a feeling that I am a
complicated being because I feel
there is no one like me out there. I
wonder who is eating noodles and
eggs in this filled up place as the
aroma filled everywhere here.
Sighting Ugo in the auditorium too. He
decides not to visit the mamee market
again to eat. Funny guy!
The new platoon leader even after the
second election was conducted today.
(Laughs) Beautiful Onyinye
must not hear this, if not she might
cut off my head when we get back to
lagos. Sitting beside me here is a
beautiful girl named Onye who was
curious to know what I was writing.
We exchanged pleasantries and
that was it. An artiste was called to
perform a song. Only God knows
where they get the money from. At
times, I wish am a bad guy, walk up to
a girl majestically, toast her and also
have my way on her, not for
anything nut to pay back the pains I
have been passing through all this
years in the hands of girls. Back to
the party, the second artiste
performing is for from the University
of Jos according to him. I still don’t
see
what he is singing that makes some of
the corpers to be shouting and
screaming to cheer him up. Arrant
nonsense! Where we have Sunny Ade,
Ebenezer Obey, Orlando Owoh, Victor
Olaiya, Tunji Oyelana,
(sighs). The world rotates so is the
time!
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Re: My Nysc Diary And 21 Days In Camp by emperorblog(m): 1:24pm On May 24, 2018 |
PART 21
29TH OF NOVEMBER 2015 “DAY 5 IN
CAMP” “THE PERFECT REST”
One of the most pleasant things to
know as a corper is that today is
Sunday. Being a Sunday, there is no
early morning parade as usual so
everybody slept till they were
satisfied. I, on the other hand, was
being
awake for some time to write my
script for the OBS sport panorama
later in the evening. I prayed, played
some good music to light up my soul. I
sent Janelle a text message (A happy
Sunday greetings) and
stayed glued to my phone to get my
manuscript prepared. Ugo on the
other hand keeps sleeping and
snoring (Laughs) He must be very
tired. It’s not easy to be a platoon
leader. It’s a big responsibility that
needed to be handled by a strong
man, Just like Ugo.
I was lying on the bed, thinking about
all the events that happen yesterday.
The OBS Show, the evening
parade, the walk with Janelle, the call,
the messages, walking back to the
hostel, Janelle’s messages, the
social night, the odd feelings, the
emotions, the guy with Janelle after
the party was over, the lonely trip
back to the hostel, Janelle’s call
(which I didn’t pick), the lonely night
and gratefully waking up again to
see today. Now I thought of home. Oh!
I miss home. Home sweet home
people say. I just hope everybody
is fine at home. I was thinking of
calling home to check how they were
fairing unknowing to me that I
had picked Janelle’s call that came in
just immediately I was about making
a call out. Her voice was so
cool on the phone. Telling me she
didn’t expect me to behave that way,
me being her best friend. Well, I
was speechless because her call
caught off guard. Could this be
Jealousy or what? No. Maybe a bit of
it
but the truth is that she also did a
wrong thing by leaving me to meet a
friend, at least, she should have let
me know but she just went away then
I lost it inside of me. If I had seen the
call, I might have prepared
what to say but the call really caught
me off guard and unprepared and am
not ready to let that affect my
day so I quickly discarded the call.
7.40am, the trumpet for breakfast
sounded. A breakfast of bread, tea and
a boiled egg.(See combination,
boiled egg! Chai! I don suffer) after
eating, I decided to go shave away my
beards at the mamee market.
On my way going, I remembered
taking some pictures so I decided to
branch there to check if the pictures
are ready. It took me like 30minutes
before I was able to get it sorted out.
After paying the balance, I went
straight to the mamee market where I
had to wait for my turn before I could
shave. It was really a nice
work on my hair by the Aboki barber.
I paid him N100 for his services
before heading back to the hostel.
The guys were into a hot argument
and I just can’t stop laughing. The
landlord, Ejike and the rest of the
guys were at their usual best. I
washed some of my dirty cloths
before going to have my bath. The
landlord, Wright Onoja was getting
ready for church service at NCCF. I
told him to wait for me so we
could go there together. We got to the
NCCF at 10.20am. The multipurpose
room was used for the church
service and it all seems strange to me
somehow. The dancing and singing is
not really my thing. I sat
down, brought out my journey book
to get it updated. The NCCF is really
filled to the brim. Even outside
of the church was filled with corpers.
A little drama play was started in the
church at 10.030am. The
drama finished around 10.45am. It
was a nice piece though. In Summary,
it talked about a prince who
offended his father but hide it under
the shadow of a servant who uses the
opportunity to enslave him for
4 years. After 4 years, he couldn’t
endure it anymore so he walked up to
his father, confessed his sin and
he was forgiven. The servant showed
up at that moment to deny the prince
his freedom but instead, the
servant was punished. Nice drama
isn’t it? While waiting outside, I was
looking at the NCCF stand where
different religious and motivational
books were sold. Am not a fan of
these books but one particular one
got my attention and I got it. You want
to know right? The name of the book
is Myles Munroe’s Waiting
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