Service Year Boulevard 55

WOW!!!

The sound of my alarm woke me up and I quickly got up excited to go to school to check where i was posted to. i was so confident it was Lagos because i worked it. before i got to school (its about 45mins drive from my house) i called a friend of mine that was already in school and she said i was posted to Oyo state, i started crying till i got to school to see for myself.

I called my mum and she said i should just go to camp that i would redeploy later.


Fast forward to the day i was supposed to go to camp, my dad's driver and orderly (he s a military man) took me from lagos to Oyo state. the camp was at iseyin. the journey was rough and tiring. i slept most of the time. finally we got there. i was given vip treatment. i registered immediately, got my kit and room. the hostel was quite neat. but the bathrooms were a no go area.

 infact we had our baths outside (which was prohibited) as early as 3am. one day the soldiers came to chase us while we were bathing outside. we all ran into our hostels with nakedness and soap all over. lol!. throughout the 3weeks camp, i defecated only 3times. once per week. i took exit permission thrice saying i wanted to use the atm, then i would go to one eatery close to the camp, use their not so neat but manageable toilet, then balance and eat well before returning to camp. 

One day i used their toilet, the whole eatery was smelling badly. i was so ashamed eh! like the ground should open and swallow me. because as i came out, i saw one cute camp guy that was a popular yoruba actor in our camp. my shame was complete. i just squeeze face tell am hi, go seat down chop my usual lol! (who actor help)


I made friends with some cool girls and guys. though i prefered the company of my school mates in camp. we soon formed a clique. 2girls and 4guys. we painted mammy market red, blue, black! i never ate camp food. we made friends with some soldiers that would allow us sneak outside the camp, go to one mountain like that and smoke weed. ah! i enjoyed those trips eh! i eventually didnt Redeploy again.


Camp was super cool and i didnt even want it to end. i was treated like a vip because the camp commandant (he's late now. was killed by boko haram) was asking me out. i hardly come out for parade. i would sleep and sleep then go to mammy market to cool off at night. a night to passing out, the camp commandant said i should spend the night in his room (guess i had to pay for all the privileges). I told him not to worry, let me go and bath. after bathing, i put my phone on silence and slept off in my room. the next morning i saw 120 missed calls and a message saying "i dont blame you". ah! kongi would have killed the guy eh!. 

he saw me collecting my posting letter and eyed me eh! i later apologised and sha gave him one silly excuse for not coming that night.


I was posted to the governor's office Ibadan, as i had anticipated because my dad worked it. i rented an apartment. the landlord was an old man. 10pm e don lock gate (only him had the key). he bluntly told me that he only wants to see me with one guy which i must introduce to him (as my papa abi?) and i must call him daddy (see me see wahala o) i just tell am ok daddy (yimu) to let peace reign as that was the only house making sense.

 Ibadan sha! very dirty dirty town! (sorry if am offending anyone). food stuff is very cheap though.

I resumed work. there was nothing much to do. i chilled most of the time and weekends i go to lagos. the honourables were always asking me out but they were so stingy. them no de dash money at all except you get down with them. hian! 

I avoided them like a plague because na so so jazz them they do (i no want anybody to trade my destiny) and there was rumour that one corper followed one honourable and they found her by the road side dead with her breasts removed.


One day i entered a one chance taxi and they used the usual format for me ( was a novice than). i followed them to the so called pastor's house to break the charm, thank God i didnt have atm and i promised to come back with money the next day. they said i shouldnt tell anybody if not i will die. well the next day, i gisted my uncle then he laughed and told me the format. 

I called one of the guys and insulted him. the next thing he said was "shut up there yeye girl, if to say i r**e you scatter your small yansh you for no get mouth to talk".

I had a fling with one yeye yoruba dude. i think he used jazz on me o! because i cant comprehend. 

Anyway service year was good. i passed out successfully after service and i didnt miss Ibadan one bit! asides the gbagauns (yoruba people can gbagaun for africa) and amala ati gbegiri with cow leg and cow tail.

 hope i didnt bore you guys?

Bore us keh?eyes dey turn me sef join this gist...I see you are one of the ajebotas in camp.Your gist sweet sha.*side eyes*