Service Year Boulevard 23

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Hello Stella,

You are my favorite blogger and I love you die! Thanks for this platform and keep up the good work.

Here is my service year boulevard.

Like every potential corp member, I dreaded being posted to the Northern part of the country as a correct Lagos babe that I am, anyways long story cut short, I was posted to Borno State for my service year, feeling so frustrated and dejected, I cried all the way to Maiduguri!



You can imagine how tired and sad I was after travelling for close to 24hours and on getting to the camp met some Army guys in uniform by the entrance of the orientation camp gate in BIU road, Maiduguri ordering corp members to carry their luggage on the head and shout “NYSC I DON COME I BE MUMU”, to say I was livid with anger is an understatement. 

As a correct, sharp Lagos babe that I am, I wanted to take another corner to gain access inside the camp without carrying my luggage on my head and shouting ridiculously like my fellow corp member, for where, as I try to move forward with my new friend (met her inside the bus I boarded from Lagos and we connected instantly), I just heard a loud baritone voice that said “ Hey, where do you think you are going, my friend get back and join up with others” chai…. this guy (very fine) has looked for my trouble today…..


I started to abuse the guy, in short I carried out all my aggression, frustration and anger meant for NYSC for posting me to Borno state on the guy, there is nothing I did not call him after all he is a fellow corp member like me (so I thought because he was in mufti), what right does he have to reprimand me, stupid idiot. 

While calling the guy names, I noticed some of the Army guys wanted to come for me but the guy kind of stop them but I was too angry at everything and everyone to connect the dot (Naïve me). I scaled through that stage of carrying luggage and shouting, I was excited that I did not do it, in my mind I have used Gbanko (strong face) for them with my sharp tongue.


We moved on to the next phase of registration which was very stressful too, only for me to notice one Soldier following me up and down and I was like what the hell is going on here. Well, that is his problem sha. After getting to the room we were allotted, myself and my new friends (met another one by the entrance of the camp where I was raking for the fine guy that tried stopping us from entering and feeling like a gee…lol), we were just about settling down when soldiers came to chase us out to the parade ground for the very first parade.



Feeling so terrible and angry, I changed to my white sports wear and rushed to the parade ground, I was very tired and sat on the floor with my friends one in either side of me, I must have dozed off or something when one of my friends tapped me to look at who is addressing us standing right in front of our platoon! 

Lo and behold, it’s the fine guy I abused at the entrance of the camp gate, he is the Camp Commandant! Yee… Mogbee….. where will I run to, I am in serious trouble and he was looking directly at my face. I am not bragging but I know I am very good looking with hour glass figure, very fair so it won’t be difficult for anybody to find me out.

Well, he told us the rules and regulations guiding his camp and issued some threats to violators, all the while he was speaking, I was shivering, I can now connect the dot of when the soldiers wanted to come for me and he signaled them to stop and also the soldier that was following me during my registration! 

Haa….see where my sharp mouth has landed me, A soldier’s den in faraway Maiduguri! and my Mum use to warn me ooo….. all these thoughts and many more was going through my mind during the parade, I could only think of how to get myself out of this situation that I found myself.

Getting back to the room, my friends narrated the incidence to our roommates, as we were still looking for a way out, I heard my name on OBS to report to Cam commandant’s office immediately. Yee….i am in soup, I thought he would lock me up in the guard room as my roommates thought but on what ground really?


I arrived at his tent, he looked at me real hard as I was shivering (I fear uniform man no be small) and the next thing he did was to burst into laughter and told me to calm down, he said “no one has ever spoken to me like you did today in my entire life, you have woken something I never knew existed before in me” bla bla bla…….he said he purposely sent one of his soldiers to get my details during my registration so he can meet me personally and he asked if we can be friends? SERIOUSLY?!!!!


Long story cut short, we became friends and later lovers (after I played serious hard to get, truth is I liked him a lot too but I just stressed the poor guy small…lol) and he made my service year very memorable that I wished the service year would not come to an end. We tried to make it work after my service year but it just didn’t work out. He loved me so much that he became too possessive of me( I fear that kind love), that made me run from the relationship.

 I am married now for over 3 years but he is yet to marry hoping and believing that I will still come back to him! Truthfully, I still love him like crazy ..….. don’t cuss me out ooooo


That’s my service year boulevard Stellastical, pardon my typos and any disjointed gist. God bless you. Oya chop kisssssssss

*Make i recover from all the corrections i make first.All you people that go to camp to gbensh I wonder how you do it in that dirty environment....not Judging,just wondering.