PunkyVeer:


I'm glad we're seeing it through the same lense. It's that
simple really, team work. They say doing things together as a couple brings you closer & strengthens the bond. Yes, please!

PunkyVeer:
Maybe he's rich enough to afford a MAID or is actually capable of doing all the washing, cooking & ironing himself. Being married doesn't render you paralysed nor does it make your wife a surrogate mother that should take care of all your needs, short of bathing you & wiping your ass.

I have no problem with washing or cooking but I hate ironing, so a guy I'm with would have to do that himself because I refuse to do it. Plain & simple. Now that's partnership. Taking over the duties your mate can't/won't do. Ain't nobody is here to serve you.

Tranquill:


Thanks but how do I do that please? I am using a cracked version.

kachiz:
I am currently in Issele-Uku camp, Delta state.

#Day1 #02/06/2015

I left home today for the much awaited camp experience. Throughout the journey, I forgot to even pray for journey mercies, my only prayer point was "let there be GLO network in that camp" my subscription is just a week old and there isn't no way I am doing father Christmas for this Glo people.

This transport people took turns in Jobbing me. After all I was going to become an Otondo, you know what it means, right?

Just before I entered the gate, a girl blocked me and tried convincing me to patronize her, she said her camera company was going to take care of all the pictures that I was going to take throughout my stay in the camp, if only I will give her half of the money and complete the remaining later. As she spoke, I got lost in the awe of her beauty and didn't know when I agreed to do her bidding. "But I am an Otondo and so no blame should come on me".
I didn't know it was another jobbing, oh dear Stella! I cant believe you did this to me. I entered the camp and the picture story sounded something different. Stella told me that Obi was a boy but her colleagues had a different story, to them, Obi was an Igbo boy from Anambara state who imports rice and beans from Cotonou.

When I got to the gate, everything else changed. You guys didn't tell me it was going to be like this. They searched my bag and seized my belt which they tagged as contraband. Then at the first checkpoint the soldier ordered us drop our bags and run a 100meters+ distance to and fro, the last person was going to suffer some consequences. You need to see the way I ran, like the continuation of the human race depended on me taking the first position. I ran with all my strength and thought that was going to be the end of everything but I was yet to receive a shocker. The same soldier now ordered us to carry our bags on our head. Thank heavens I packed light. There was this girl that packed all her family members cloth in her box, I didn't have any pity for her because nobody was having any on me.

We now carried our bags on our head and was matching time. They made us sing by force...
The soldiers were chanting
"Who send you?
"Who send you?

And we were replying
"na me send myself"..

There was about 5 other checkpoints that we passed through and we did the same thing over and over again till they were satisfied to let us go. It was at the last checkpoint that I lost it, the guy, "a Man'O'War" officer, a young guy that I am sure was younger than me took it personal. He made us to keep chanting "Otondo!" "Otondo!" like it was some kind of voodoo ritual. No matter how much we shouted, he still maintained that we weren't still audible enough. I went as far as shouting like that boss lady in KungFu hustle but he wasn't satisfied still.

I started wishing I was a pregnant woman or maybe even a nursing mother. I have already prepared to slump on the ground before a senior colleague of the guy asked us to leave.

Then came our rooms, a 4star hostel with state of the art equipments. From there was next to our registration place. The queue was longer than the great wall of China, what gave me hope was each time I looked back, the numbers behind me kept increasing.

The soldiers now forced us to go into the hall and sit down on the floor. I mean these people that are going to become leaders of tomorrow were made to sit on the floor against their wish. They made me sit on my certificate. A certificate that I crossed seven oceans and seven mountains for, a certificate that I killed dragons to get. They me made sit on it like it was just some plain piece paper that was going to be used to wrap Suya.

I sat on the cement floor for close to 4hours and when I stood up, I couldn't feel my butt anymore. It was as if I had a cement butt implant. And when it was about getting to my turn to register, they closed for the day.

I think this is soo much to just happen to someone in one day.

In a nutshell, today has been HELL but I didn't get to see Mazi Lucifer around. Maybe these soldiers are dealing with him too.

Lemme try and sleep and see if I would find some peace and quiet time alone.

But no! Ain't gonna happen, the Isselu-Uku mosquitoes have planned to do a welcome ceremony for each and everyone of us. A buffet service.

I hope the night doesn't become another massacre too.

#NYSC #OtondoCorper #CampExperience

LOSKYXANDER:

Yes, please I need help

shachris:


my brother, you wont understand. i was looking forward to this debate. i even bought fuel and kept my charged inverter battery in case NEPA strikes. I really wanted to see buhari on this debate, but he has failed me and i believe countless nigerians too.

sodiqyinka:
Register using the right reg number. It will correct all the errors. Cheers

sodiqyinka:
Good morning everyone. Please refrain from sending me your number if you KNOW your name wasn't included on that master list. And if you are sure your school sent your name, please go ahead and register. You can come back here to complain if the registration ain't going through afterwards. It could be so annoying going through a lengthy list to check for someone name or number and after all the search, you will realise the name wasn't sent in the first place and most of the people sending this numbers know this. Please do as i've said. If you are sure the name was sent and you are still having problems with registration, come back here. I'll help you.

You can also forward your complaints to nyscsupport@sidmach.com or nyscsupport@nysc.org.ng . Cheers.

PilotOz:
Close to 8pm, she came to fetch water in my hostel with her frnds... a girl i had been asking out... It happened that there was no water in her hostel, so she called me to try and get a wheel barrow... i went to my NFCS fellowship secetariat to get the wheel barrow.. and she came with 2 of her frnds... after they fetched.. well as a sharp guy i paid for the water and helped her to carry d gallons to the wheel barrow and pushed it to her hostel for her... then it started raining... we were soaked.. so i offloaded the gallons... and i was waiting to get a reward na but before i could say anytin.. she gave me a hand shake and dissapeared into her hostel... men i was so bittered... i stood right there in the rain lol.. ontop everytin, as i pushed the wheel barow back 2 my hostel, the tyre got spoilt.. men i had to carry the heavy wheel barrow on my head to my hostel.. i looked miserable lol.. my neighbour was just laffing.

urchman101:

Not yet.

JustCare:

quote any of his posts in other threads with your contact.

justwise:


If you want to take your discussion private then follow the person and contact them using nairaland email system.

justwise:


Yes. Stop dropping your contact details here, nobody asked you to, share your ideas here openly just like everybody else.