Service Year Boulevard 10

Laughing out loud!!!

Hello Stella, Good day.
Love , love your blog. Here is my NYSC boulevard story.

I served in a town called Iro-ekiti in Gbonyin LGA, Ekiti state. It is bounded by two Ondo communities (Afin-akoko and Irun-Akoko). 

I can still remember my reaction when I saw the name of the Local Government I was deployed. Telling my plantoon inspector didn't make it easy also as he didn't hesitate to tell me 'it's a village'. I cried my eyes out, all my friends were deployed to towns and some redeployed to Lagos ,Abuja and Port-harcourt, so imagine my dilemma.

 I was all alone, that thought didn't hold back the tears either. On getting to NCCF house I met batch B corpers and trust me to start looking for a corp member from my ppa, immediately I met the guy , the questioning started. I told the guy I needed a self contained apartment with toilet, bathroom and kitchen. Oh boy can I dream, he nodded and agreed to get me my accommodation. I was happy.


As i entered the village the first thing I saw were goats, lots of goats, the water works started again. I was consoled by some and others laughed. It was time to pick rooms and I went to meet the guy to remind him about our deal, he smiled, I still didn't get the hint until we started seeing the houses, some with pit latrines, others with none. I was able to get one eventually that was manageable. 

It was both the worst and the best year. The town is filled with nice and loving indigenes who go out of their way to make sure you are comfortable. I had some of the best corp members always partying and it was never a dull moment in that community. 

There was a lot of downside as it was a village, no constant power supply (usually Friday nights and Saturday mornings), poor network coverage. A particular week, we couldnt make calls, surf the internet or make calls. It wasnt funny at all.

We have to travel to Ado-ekiti to buy things like ice cream, meat pie and other things.As a Bini girl, my tribal name was remixed into different versions, as some persons even called me 'Susan', 'sesan' etc.
I prayed to leave the village because it wasn't comfortable. We had to fetch water from a well down a rocky and lonely path, imagine carrying buckets of water on each hand climbing a hill, because that was where my house was situated. 

Due to my petite nature, I was often mistaken for a student (secondary school) and was referred to as 'small Corper' , it was annoying at first but adjusted later.
Though it's downside, I miss the scheme and I miss the town. Met a lot of people who turned out to be great friends and others who didn't.

*What about the goats?You didnt mention them again..LMAO!...just kidding.