Oh hehehey, I know this post is long overdue but better late than never right? Nysc palava!
Let’s get right into this shall we?
It’s a few days into 2018 and I feel this post couldn’t have come at a better time. I mean, what a way to welcome the year than a story that wraps up all of my 2017 experience which would be totally different from 2018 as I plan.
I’ll say 2017 for me started on a snail movement with me not knowing what and when exactly I wanted to do what I love; blogging. I was somewhere between frustrated and trying to pull through after spending a year at home doing absolutely nothing meaningful. I wasn’t so proud of my 2016 even though I did make some good moves.
Waiting a whole year and anticipating the Nigerian Youth Corps Service orientation camp isn’t something to be proud of. I had lost my respect at home as a graduate, lol. Nigerians can relate to this; it means I’ve overstayed and they have seen me finish 😂😂😂.
On the not so beautiful day I heard Batch B stream II could start registration, I danced around the whole house. Not because I was tired of staying at home or because they have seen me finish but I was just so excited to be starting another phase of my life.
I love new beginnings and even though I’ve heard absolutely nothing exciting about Nysc, I was still so happy to be starting this journey. I considered myself lucky because delay is not denial. Nysc call up letter came through and my happiness almost disappeared as the word Jigawa slowly parted from my lips with my eyes glued on my letter.
I had never thought Nysc could do this to me but who am I anyways? Just some random Nigerian girl who wanted to go live in Abuja, get a good job and fulfill all her dreams; Nysc definitely had other plans but it was too early to have said it was worth it. Now that I think about it, I’m truly grateful.
I’ve always been a nomad at heart. I traveled in books and pictures since my parents won’t let me go anywhere. Although I managed to attend all meaningful events happening around me as a means of going out and filling the nomadic hole in my heart but it was never enough and that was fine. My time came.
As I packed my bags and bid my family farewell, I felt so much rush in my blood. It was a mix of emotions I could not tell apart but whatever it was gave me goose bumps from adventure yelling my name.
Last minute before my mother left the airport, she had me take her Microsoft phone which was like her second phone because she knew how much of a phone addict I was and my battery never ever lasts. She wasn’t about to let me go without making sure she could reach me at every time she wants. Mothers are gems.
The journey was fast and fun as I met three other friends that were posted to the north at the airport. We all had one thing in common; traveling to kano and then we’ll part ways afterwards.
You know how people say language is a barrier? The north is a good place to learn the hard way. I was grateful I had basic communication level in hausa, all thanks to my father.
My first experience was having to book an hotel to crash that night before my journey to Jigawa the next morning. I was told I couldn’t have my name on the receipt and I had to get a man to do that for me. It was such a wow moment but whatever, I had made a new friend that same day and he gladly signed for me.
Morning came and I had my A game on. This time it was just me in Kano for the first time and I had no one to help me release the tension tightening in my chest. People’s eyes lingered on me for much longer than normal and I wondered if looked like an alien to be getting so much attention.
I was lucky to find a keke man and spoke a little terrible hausa to him explaining that I had to get to a park and find a car going to Jigawa. The first guy I stopped couldn’t understand me so he left. The moment I found another driver, I dialed my friends number and handed the driver my phone; the rest is history.
My first sight at the Nysc camp was a long ass queue of people who needed to be checked into the camp; I was already getting pissed as I hate queues when some random itk ( I too know) guy came over and jacked my box from me. He introduced himself as a corps member too and straight up he took me to the security guy who checked me in immediately.
I was so happy that I sent prayers to my mother immediately. Only her prayers could have worked so fast. The sad tale? This guy broke the handle of my box and I had to carry it on my head.. I slapped him about five times in my head but said ” it’s fine” with a fake smile when he said he was sorry.
And then, the journey begins ..
Due to popular demand, this post is a series and I’ll have an episode go up everyday till my Nysc story is over.
Have you ever been in a situation that you got something totally unexpected from what you wanted? What was your reaction and how did you take it. My comment box is wide open, let’s gist.
Do keep your eyes peeled and watch out for my next post.
Are you new to my space? Then here’s something for you.
” Delay is not denial; a scar is not a tattoo.
You can do whatever you set your mind
to do. ”
Thanks for reading.
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