Service Year Boulevard 90

Waffy things!

Good day Stella and beevees, just felt I should send in my SYB, I know some of my friends will know the sender after reading this but well......
Apologies for the long and maybe boring read.


I was posted to Delta state, batch A 2013, my posting was even a miracle cos I didn't know I was gonna be able to serve in batch A as I did clearance quite late and then the error list thing that year. I went to great Uniben and grew up in Onitsha Anambra state so getting posted to a state I'm a bit familiar with wasn't so thrilling.

Anyways that morning my dad drove me to Iseleuku from Onitsha quite early. I intentionally went early cos I wanted to be the chief pharmacist in camp ( the first to report to the clinic automatically assumes that position). So as I got down at the gate, my box was searched and cleared and then they told me to carry the heavy thing on my head and run. In my mind I was like "just negodu this bloody rankless soldier, carry wetin?". (My senior colleagues already told me this during my internship so I was prepared for drama).

 I was busy rolling the box like someone that stepped down from an airplane, the thing vex the soldier and he went to report me to another soldier man, that one called me to come, I still rolled my box and cat walked to where he sat, greeted him and told him that I can never carry such a heavy load on my head not to talk of running with it that I have a medical condition. Na so he look me from head to toe and told me to go.

 I went to the hostel, secured a bed space, went to the clinic,put down my name and then proceeded to the hall for the registration proper. Infact I had to go back to onitsha to get some documents that were needed but I didn't come along with.

At the registration booth I had a slight altercation with my platoon head, Mrs B. Imagine the woman gave me two diff sizes of boot, I calmly asked her to change it, she refused. Omo I headed straight to camp director's office to nicely and assertively make my case, he settled us and ordered her to give me a fitting pair. Of course that was the beginning of my acquaintanceship with camp director.


Most of my time were spent in the clinic sha, gisting, attending to both sick and fake sick Corp members who just wanted to dodge activities. I had things very easy and smooth cos I was a medic and always wear my tag, I can go to mammy anytime I wanted, the medical team had a special tank of water so the stress of water fetching was reduced. During morning devotion and parade, I will just jejely carry my self to clinic and sleep there. I didn't have to queue up to do all those plenty registrations, just walk to the front and tell them you are working in the clinic and then they go just give you "shance", book of life was brought to us to sign in the clinic sef. 

Then I was part of the panel that did medical screening for those that wanted to redeploy, mehn did I have a good time doing so? Absolutely! Power dey sweet shaa no be small, see where Corp members will be offering bribe and buying lunch and all just so we can clear them. The camp cmd,cmac and I will just decide if we like the person (even though they were lying) to clear, some with nasty attitude and oh all those foreign trained ones that feel Delta was beneath them, we just show them pepper. But that screening exercise made me believe what someone said that most Nigerian youths are not just unemployed but unemployable. Imagine someone that claims he has tuberculosis but doesn't know jack about the disease, you have asthma but you don't even know what the signs/symptoms are? To use the inhaler nko, they will just chook it inside their noses. Like if you want to lie, the least is to read up on the subject of the lie nah, big deal?

 Shaa, I thoroughly enjoyed the screening, the recognition it brought, the special favour it brought 😜and of course the envelope that followed it.
One time I had to go for drug procurement to warri with the clinic head and one other staff, see me feeling cool on top nothing, lol. I went for shopping from there sha and enjoyed correct meal, of course all expense paid by the clinic director that was forming love sef. 

I became friends with the camp director. He even gave me a slot out of his that brought in my friend and colleague to delta state later in the year. The camp commandant somehow also became my friend, bought abacha for me a couple of times and I helped with the recommendation for the nurse and Doctor posted to the battalion for ppa. Even that Mrs B sef later became loyal as I was always helping her out with medications and counsel, a lotta Soldiers and civil defence also were my pals cos they always come begging for tramadol and analgesics and we will use them to shine sef. I chose the place I will be posted as the chief that I "is" nau and made sure all the other pharmacists were well placed. 

The day we left camp, vehicles came from state hospital management board to convey the medical personnels to Asaba and from there to our respective PPAs (see special treatment, lol).

Service in Warri was fun jare. I had an accommodation inside the hospital but I didn't like it cos we get to share bathroom, crappy but convenient. The first few months I was staying in navy base with a uniformed guy Dr C that I was introduced to by a friend. From clap, dance be wan enter sha but.....(aproko masters I no go spill) Something didn't feel quite right. Even the mutual friend lady A encouraged us to date as we were presumably compatible, he was a medic too, same faith, neighboring town sef, mutual respect but maybe the ukpakotu (idol) in my village was still on my case.

 I was still styling for him Oo, the next thing he Dr C and lady A got into a relationship and then before I could say ehh, they got married. Yours faithfully was even one of the flower girls abi aso ebi ladies, I follow count wedding money sef, chai see my life.

While in the navy base, I met another medic Dr I, now that's a guy I would have married. We connected on all levels, intellectually and all, I love(d) him and I know he does/did too. Some nights were spent with him sef, we hung out, played card and board games, watched movies together, did mushy mushy, chai, the foreplay no be here sha, fellatios and cunninlingus were like egg and indomie to us, that popular position with 2 digits kwanu?? mhmm no go there. 

Funny unbelievable thing was that we didn't do the real penetrative do. Maybe we were saving it up for wedding night. Sadly though, we didn't get married cos we couldn't just agree on doctrine Oo, I didn't fancy myself and kids doing the Saturday worship thingy (was a 7th day Adventist member) plus my mum no just gree. That's how we parted ways.

My service year was quite busy as I had two jobs, after working in only my ppa for some months, I decided that I needed to be getting at least a 100k monthly to survive well on my own. I was earning over a 100k during internship and so found it unbearable to go lower during nysc. That was how I got an evening and weekend locum pharmacy job that kept me busy. The place was strategically located so I got to meet a lot of important persons too that have helped my life in no small measure, it also helped me grow in my carreer. 

I can say I maximized my time during service, I was in a choir in my church and even had a trio group (as the destiny child that I is nau). My CDs were fun, I had a good relationship with all the officials so I was always preferentially treated. The projects we organized were fantastic and quite educating and informative: medical outreaches to schools, the communities, free eye check/ glasses to inmates at the state prison, visits to orphanages, health talks etc. My social life didn't suffer as well cos I found a way to strike an equilibrium between all of that. I made a lotta friends courtesy of Nysc and they have proven their mettle in my life's course. I reconnected with a senior colleague in school who was repping in Warri and we got involved too, It was going great until he travelled to the abroad, #sad face#

I got a job in a reputable private hospital in warri immediately after service, Ordinarily I know I wouldn't have gone to Warri so I guess providence had special plans for me.
All in all, NYSC was a good platform for me to grow in every aspect of my life.


I told you it was going to be long and boring ab initio so please don't coman and say I wested your time and data.... O wee buru ya.

*Chai,play play you chop like three guys oh...wehdone

so you are based in Waffy now`?Thats nice..Hailings!