Service Year Boulevard 12

Funny.....

This is my nysc boulevard and it is a mixture of everything.


Hailings Aunty stells...I am feeling good today so I want to type plenty. ‎ Regular BV but on anonymous mode.

One good Wednesday like that in November 2013, we all gathered at school waiting to collect our call ups, everybody already expecting to be posted to where they have worked it to..(as if naso life be).
It finally got to my turn and I received my letter, went outside to open it and instead of seeing abuja, I saw Abia. Oboy, this was not the plan oh. I checked to see if it was a mistake, whether there wanted spelling abuja but mistakenly put Abia only to see those posted to Abuja was written as FCT. 

Honestly I cried in my dream, who Abia don epp? Thursday passed, Friday passed, nothing. My parents was just looking at me telling me it is the will of God.

Since camp was the coming Tuesday and it wasn't looking possible to do anything, I just resigned my fate to abia.

Monday came and I was ready to trave‎l to my Abia when my mum said I should chill, that I don't have faith at all. (naso I give myself faith oh) by evening, mama came back, gave me another call up letter and it has been switched to FCT but I was to camp in keffi.. come see smiles now..

Tuesday came, I called those I know going to camp in keffi and they were shocked to see thinking I should be in Abia...after I gave them the story, we foolishly went to drink before going to camp. Getting to camp, see queue of life.
After getting passed the 1st stage where those soldiers will catch cruise on you by making you carry your bag on your head to march. Thought that was the end only to get to another massive queue again. There and then I knew it was foolish not to have been here early enough but as a warri boy wey oil full the head, I just walked straight to the front with plenty people looking at me like who is this one.

 I met with the NYSC officer in charge of the screening, gave him the envelope I was given from NYSC headquarters. Uncle opened it, saw the content, shaked his head and said you schooled in Abuja and still want to serve in Abuja...me sha no talk make I no enter trouble. That was how I jump all those 1million people on queue, within 3 hours, I already had my bed space and everything set.


The next morning, these soldier guys wanted killing us with all those remove head dress matters, marching and sitting under the sun, to even chyke babe under the sun na war. Sharply I was made the captain of my platoon as per football and I saw 1 empty pack of malaria medicine which I picked and stored under my pillow...so any day those uncles on green do gra gra...I just show them my malaria pack, but some na wizard, if you like show them you have AIDS, you will still go out for morning parade...


Finally morning parade became fun, I had one crazy babey in the next platoon that always rub her banku on my Bros . Chai, this babey wan kill me, all those their lectures NYSC wanted to kill us with, babe will just arrange we sit together and we will watch porn all through ( side eyes to who want go George me for Bush)

I made sure I arranged myself before going to camp, material and pocket wise.. only me uses the bathroom in my block cos anytime I go to have my bath, I must kush till my head remove sparks, whoever enters next must complain for their father.


Then the maami story, met some correct bayelsa boys from covenant university, that was how we turned south south crew, we drank every day...we started with JD, red label, money start dey go down, we entered mcdowells, still the devil wanted to play with our fun but we still package, start drink palmy and stout all to get high. 

I became a celeb in camp oh, my platoon got to the final, come see me introducing the nasarawa NYSC coordinator to my teammates as per senior man that I is. Lol


All those their night activities in camp was for those wey no get boo, at night, I ll just take my crazy camp boo to parade ground. (everybody hates the parade ground so it's the most quiet place for parole). Na there we dey check size and pwess bwess


Stells, we flexed camp.. toward the end of camp when it was time to get posting letter, I went to the camp church, pastor talked about how we need to be close to God and how God can make out service year a starting point in our life....plenty stories, he asked us if we want to give our life to christ or we want to rededicate the life to christ to just raise their hand and he will pray for us. I look my life, smell my shirt, (e dy smell stout and weed) looked at babe, she no look me, I just bone raise hand up thinking Bros pastor will just pray and everything will be over. For where, pastor say oya those that raise their hand, stand up..(for my mind, I was telling the pastor, this was not the plan oh)

 I stood up, chair shake, babe look me start laugh, I no talk...pastor just finally kill me, he said all you people standing up, come out to the alter and today the holy spirit ll come upon you and you will speak in the spirit tongue.

I came out sha, saw my maami crew too, I became comfortable, time to speak in tongue reach, for where, Wetin I wan speak, me that cannot speak isoko complete wan speak spirit. I just quietly they beg God to sorry for all my camp doinz. 

After church, all the highness from maami has cleared...what a life, so I jeje went to have my bath and forgot I just gave my life to christ, naso I burn my SK for bathroom, spray perfume for body to disguise only for one busy body boy to go to the bathroom, came back and started shouting "who don go smoke for this bathroom again" my friends just looked at me "Bros but you just repent now now, Wetin happen?


D-day now, I was posted to tetfund in abuja, my repent work for me, service year was cute,......
‎Shout out to all 13C, we will all make it .

If I wasted your time, read it again.

*Seems you lived/live life on the fast lane...I no be Judgina abeg.

please what is SK that you smoked.

Abeg take am easy.