Mine was when we were in the NYSC camp in karaye local government area of Kano.

That day,we refused to go for parade.

So the Regimental Sergeant Major (RSM) came to the hostel and flogged us. He gave us 3 strokes each.

Also in the NYSC camp, during man-o-war, one female trainer asked us to kneel down for an offence which I have forgotten. But it had to do with coming to the training with something.

In fact those that lied that they were not aware of her earlier instructions were released by her.

Something told me to lie, but I refused.

I told her that I heard her instructions but was too busy to remember and carry them out. That I just remembered the instructions when I saw her.

She left me kneeling down for a long time.

I told myself that it was better to say the truth and be punished than to lie and be safe like others.

I still believe that I will get a reward for telling her the truth.

Another punishment during my NYSC camp was rolling on the floor.

I can remember twice when all of us corpers were asked to roll on the ground.

I remember one lady. As she rolled, she was seriously crying. But I didn't cry.

In the camp, soldiers and men-o-war called us Otondo.

That was the name they called us.

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Wasnt a funny experience. Asaya Kabba Nysc Orientation camp kogi state. 2015 batch B.

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Naso Dorcas(not real name) tell me say her grandma dey stay near our camp and as thus every evening she dey send mad meals come for gate for her. Omo as a sharp warri boy I begin dey chop my babe grandma food not knowing say na captain babe I dey drag so.

I noticed I was constantly getting in trouble with soldiers but then they always berate me in Hausa and my beloved babe will keep telling me it was because of my Mohawk.

One night we were both caught on the field doing nonsense. Omo naso dem free the babe like 4 soldiers com surround me dey say mk I dey sing "Abanishiki" or whatever that was

After camp na I realise the koko. They married two years ago. Lols! Girls shar

I escaped All punishment

Time to spit. . (I was not punished) My camp was the ikare akoko camp in ondo state. It was my second night in camp. I was coming from mammy market where I went to collect my phone. I decided to take a shortcut behind a female hostel that will make my journey faster to my hostel. It was some minutes after lights out, so, everywhere was somehow dark. So, while passing through the dark alley, I was hearing some sounds. I decided to pause and on my phone's torchlight. Ladies and gentlemen, I saw all the special things my pastor said I shouldn't see till I marry. The girls screamed and started cursing. Of course, I Usain bolted!!! A female soldier blew her whistle and ran after me, but, my mummy's prayers were not in vain. . I escaped o!!! That is my testimony!! Praaaaaaise tha lord .. .

2. I swapped roles with a girl that was stationed to the guard room because I wanted to see the incacerated corpers in the guard room. Luck ran out on me when I couldn't remember the instructions they were given on the day before. I confessed to the policewoman and she said I should enter the guard room to have a real feel on the place. Haaaaa!! Naso Dem lock me and the guys inside o. The girl I swapped roles with came running and announced that my attention was needed in the kitchen, only to see me in the cell!! . She was pleasantly shocked!! I was Sha released.... . My nysc was kinda dramatic...I no dey hear word...

There was this night, after the social party, my hostel couldn't stop making noise even after series of warning from the soldiers. Las las, dem vex send all of us outside. After few punishments, we were asked to squat holding each other's waist, then we began to frog-jump to our hostel. At a point, I nearly refused to listen to their commands again, having made up my mind to leave the camp if need be. It's a very terrible night I can't forget easily. The pains in the laps lasted for days. The most painful part is that I was fast asleep when the soldiers suddenly barged into our hostel, the shouts of everybody,,,, move! woke me up & I joined the race

NYSC
Chaii not again
Mehn I suffered



Wahala con be like bicycle

In the course of serving the nation

You served punishment too

It is called national youth service...... you serve there

Not national youth punishment ....... punishment for what na ?

When I heard we are to be jogging and just walking alone is not allowed, I thought they were kidding us until I saw one guy chop better stick, since then I dey pick race Ni o

Ok

Because of babe, soldier say make I do frog jump. After that con roll like person wey anointing catch for cele church... The vexing part be say after camp, the babe nor con dey align again.

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the day one man o war asked me to kneel down and frog jump just because we didn't wear our NYSC uniform after 4pm on Sunday. me and one other guy ignored and walked away as if we didn't hear him. others obey whereas deeply inside me I was scared just to form small stubbornness and at the end it pays off........




for those of us that served in the north ....... Wailo camp. Bauchi state.......

never caught unaware

Lol any Akwa Ibom kopa here? 18C1

Remembered when we were asked to put on one white shoe and one jungle boot on different legs.. lol some were made to back their beds like a baby tied around the waist + bucket of water and toothbrush to the parade ground every morning lol...


Nsit Atai was fun.. with Mr England.

I was always pharmacist on call even though I no be pharmacist

in the early days of camp kneeling down at parade ground was normal lol

The first 5 days was not great. I do frog jump tire sotey... I been even roll for water

WICKED COUNTRY.

Most Nigerians love to inflict pain and hardship on others.

Soldiers don blow biggle for morning parade but me and my guys still dey hostel dey sleep when everybody don come out, na so one soldier man enter we hostel tell all of us to stand up do frog jump from our bunk go reach parade ground that day my leg, knee and back tell me

Hahaha! Memories!

Wannune 12A. We were asked to sit and wait. OMG that thing na punishment o. Then they threatened to prosecute us(my new friends and I) in the camp court and that they'd eventually decamp us. E no tey when all of us (lawyers, judge, plaintiffs and defendants)gather dey drink beer for mammy.

Last last sha, they didn't issue us our posting letters. We had to go to the head office the next day to discover that they had separated us and posted each person to some of the most remote parts of the state. At the end, we still enjoy am.

It was at our POP that we discovered that they had been using our story to threaten subsequent batches lol. Like say e pain us.

I was punished on two different occasions, at dakingeri camp 2012 batch c. firstly by the officer in charge of our platoon (platoon 10), for not carrying out instructions properly during match past. secondly, all of us were asked to kneel down hands up and eyes closed for offence we didn't commit oo. the soldiers came around twelve midnight to chase us all out without clothes oo for close to three hours we were there serving punishment. it wasn't easy men.