Service Year Boulaevard 96

This is sad!

Stella Stella. I hail ooh. So i thought i was never going to share my story. The story long ooh with different episodes. So open your eyes and read well. 

Episode 1(my first mobilization)
I graduated from one university in the north and all my life has been in the north, Kaduna to be precised and i never dreamt of leaving the sweet and peaceful Kd city. In fact i had always wished to served in Kaduna even thou it wasn't possible because it was my state of origin(lol). 

I graduated ending of 2014 and had to wait for one good year before i was mobilized due to my slow Uni. I was so excited when i was mobilized and on the first day of online registration, my friend and i ran to a cafe for our registration. When it got to my turn, the thumb printing machine stopped working and as a jjc, i listened to the cafe guy who said it was my finger thumb that was not responding and other people's thumb were responding.

 Instead of me to jejely go home and come back the next day, the cafe guy said he will use his own finger thumb to test( my village witches were already at work but i didn't realize it ooh). The guy now used his thumb,and it went once... That was how i chose three northern states and printed my slip. The posting letter came out and when i checked, i saw Kano. I was not feeling bad or scared because Kano is a stone throw to Kaduna but my mum was feeling somehow because of the environment.

 Oh, i also forgot to add i was stream two so i was kind of disappointed because all my friends were stream one. I waited patiently till when stream one was out, my friend

s gave me camp gist so i was so eager to get to camp.
On the d-day, i left Kaduna early and arrived Karaye local government before 10am. The queue was long and tiring but as a sharp girl i shunted and maneuvered my way to the main hall of registration. And when i finally got to the place i was suppose to capture my thumb print before getting a platoon and kits, the system did not recognise my finger(sobs). I tried ooh like 5 times but for where. So the ICT man now asked me if i did the thumb print my self, i said yes at first, then i now remember the incidence that happened during my online registration and i was like Mogbe! Awon enemies of NYSC are at work ooh. 

My village people are on my case

. I then narrated everything that happened and he was like why did i not come early enough when the thumb printing was dropped? I told him i did not know it was a serious issue. He now said i had to wait till the following day and i should pray the system drops off the thumb printing so i could recapture a fresh finger thumb print but in the mean time, i could secure a bed space.

 I left back to the hostel, already, i had made a friend on the queue that joined me in shunting. We got along so easily and she was from Delta state. We became bunk mates and went to mami to eat. The mami was so affordable and already our Igbo brothers were hanging out at the mami(Igbo people were the highest population at Kano camp as at then).

The following day, i went back to the registration venue and there was no news on the thumb printing drop off. I became so worried because other corp members were already dressed on their white on white and i was still on mufti. I got more worried when the soldiers started chasing people to the parade ground and i was still hopeless. I immediately called home and informed them on what was going on.

 My mum was so worried and started casting and binding. I went back to the registration hall and the ICT man told me the thumb printing was not dropped and i was not lucky because when stream one had similar issues like mine, the thumb printing was dropped off but this stream two was different. So in conclusion, i was asked to exit the camp the following day because it was already late to go home that day. I started crying immediately, the officials felt so sorry for me and said they could they could not do anything unless i had a strong leg working in Nysc Headquarters(who i kukuma know).

 Already, calls were already coming in from home and my siblings were all worried. That night i could not sleep and my camp friend kept crying to. Early the next morning, i took my bath and i left the camp back to Kaduna with serious sadness. 

In the car, i kept crying and by the time i got home, my mum embraced me and we both started crying(lol). Oh, i forgot to add am her last born. She had to call my elder ones to beg me to stop crying before she develop HPB. Immediately i heard that, i went to clean my face and slept off. When i woke up, i began to think of waiting for extra months to be remobilized.
Well after some weeks i recovered from the shock and started looking for a temporary job to do. I got a job as a secretary in one private firm even thou the pay was not much but it kept me busy from idleness and being a devils workshop. I recovered very fast with the encouragements of my family and friends and looked forward to my next posting. Episode 2 of my story loading....... Tired of typing.

 Hope i did not bore you guys with my ist short NYSC experience?

Abeg oh,episode two of wetin?if you couldnt finish the story in this long writeup then forget it ooooh..ha#!!!!!