Service Year Boulevard 104

Corpers we!! Wa!!!

Corpers we oooooo!! Wa ooooo!!
How is your moral? High!!!
Are you motivated? Motivated, motivated, motivated sir!!
Are you good to go? Good to go, good to go sir!!!

I impatiently waited for 18th of May, a day I call NYSC judgement day (release of call up letter), mum had actually done night vigil, praying i am posted to one of the best states because she was scared I would be posted to kano, don't mind me I always made it my nawtiness to scare her with it, she was just too overprotective of me her only daughter and this could be annoying sometimes...

12:00 am Thursday morning I kept on refreshing and that Nysc dashboard wouldn't change its date, these Nysc ppl is like they are doing them hahahaha, everyone on my Nysc group chat was very anxious to know what they got, finally I gave up and checked later during the day and yes I got mumsy's place of choice, some others who worked theirs got kwara, bauchi et al *tongues out, hahahahaha its the devils doing.

 I reached camp around 2pm on the 23rd of may, that was how anxious I was, just wanted to leave home and experience another part of life, wish I knew better, would had just sat my buttocks down and enjoyed the days prior to camp.




CAMP LIFE
We finally got our bed space around 5pm, The room was overcrowded, 28 in a room more like cubicle with just 4small windows and two fans of which one has given up the ghost and the other just kept making scary noise, I was kind of frustrated considering the fact that the highest number of roommates I have had in a room is 12, now 28, I just felt my world crumbling, we complained and we were told that in camp we had only privileges but not rights and we should try to make the best of it. I slept with all my valuables safely locked in my box, including my phone and money and my key, mmmmm was secretly hidden, I can't come and be a cheerful giver to thieves oo.


The sound of the beagle, Its that annoying sound u hear which tells you to wake up around 4:45am or when you are to go for lectures around 9, I just hated that sound with passion, Once u hear it, u can no longer sleep, cause the soldiers start shouting and whistle blowing follows, some times I try to evade it by claiming sick and heading to the camp clinic to sit and sleep more. 

Morning drills were interesting only during exercise periods with songs like "corpers marry corpers dem go born mumu" this was actually my best song, I usually eye those corpers who are in a relationship in camp when I sing this song, lol like as if i didnt have a camp sweetheart, it was my warning note to them, " shoes get size, officer get quality" and the best for the guys was "hold something" which involved searching for the girl with the biggest behind and grabbing it *shines teeth.... 

Before I forget Nigeria wakes up 6am and sleeps around 6pm, how lazy can she get?

Lecture starts 9am and ends 2pm, Just know the devil is against you if you don't have a seat, cause you will just be regretting, you should see girls sleeping on folded canopies and guys looking confused and asking themselves why me ?. I hid in the room lockers most time, I almost washed the toilet when I was caught. Boiled corn was our life saver. Practically 95% of corp members ate boiled corn and coconut in camp during lectures.

Kitchen food was on the average, the queue on the day jollof rice is served was longer than that of the immigration saga with different colours and size of foodflasks flashing around, while fasting was observed during the days beans is served. The toilets were neat due to constant flow of water and daily cleaning by the cleaners.

After registration we were grouped into platoons using the last number on our state code, after much deliberation, I was made the vice platoon leader and I practically did everything needed of a leader including shouting, cajoling and keeping mum when necessary #lifeofavoluntaryjob... Platoon work basically made me busy so I practically had little or no time for mammy evening galore cause I had to wash my whites every night including my rubber shoes so they don't pile up.


My platoon won a good number of competitions and lost some, all the same we were the best platoon, if you are jealous eeehn go and hug transformer, we are just the best with a lot of dying minute preparations we still out did the other platoons. I made lots of friends and my my platoon inspector was my camp mother, I was always at her beck and call, I mustn't dissapear for a minute and my phone starts ringing.

On our duty days I worked in the kitchen and seriously that's the worst place to do your duty ooo, I thought I would eat a large portion of the food but in the end those 11 pots, 8 coolers and other sedememde we washed still runs through my mind, chai I over worked my little body, well thank God for mammy which got my back. The best duty was sanitation, all you had to do was just pick around the camp, simple!!!

By 12am June 12th, all boxes were packed and every one was eager to leave the 3 weeks orientation camp aka known as prison, NB: three weeks felt like 2months, I pity those in prison seriously.

Well I hope I didn't bore you guys and I do hope my service year would be great...

By the way, I am still searching for that person that told us to do 15 photocopies of our documents each and 20 passport, hmmm I just want to tell u something, it is not funny, no ooo, its not funny at all kwa(in Jennifer's voice), I only used 2 documents out of each and 4 passports, what am I to do with the others eeehn??

Sorry for the typos and the long epistle, thanks

*Where exactly is your place of primary assignment?I couldnt connect with your story cos you left that out.