Disappointed! Yeah! Quite disappointed!
That fateful evening I received my call-up letter stating I had been deployed to Oyo state for my NYSC program. I had hoped and prayed for somewhere in particular! O well! Knowing that to everything there's a plan and purpose I chose to 'adjust' to the turn of events, remembering the words of a mentor, "we know in part"! so for me, the journey to Oyo state began that night as I began to ponder on what it held for me.
It's 5am, April the 27th and I'm all packed and ready to go. Thinking of the 8hours torturous journey by road from Abuja to Ibadan, I can only have mixed feelings- I'd have to endure the long hours of sitting plus I'm wondering what exciting expereicnes Oyo Nysc camp holds! 90% of my fellow travellers were 'otondos' (prospective Corp members). And we were all heading for the camp full of excitement mixed with anxiety, not fully comprehending what awaited us! If only we knew...lol
And guess who heralded our arrival at the NYSC orientation camp Iseyin, Oyo state? If you've ever been through this journey, you'd guess right! Man O War! They checked our call-up letters and school Id cards, to make sure we were not impersonating or planning some illicit acts. By the way, for those of you yet to travel this road I've been through, one quick advice, TRAVEL LIGHT! Carry only what is necessary to the camp! Wondering why? You won't believe this but as soon as your documents have been scrutinised, you will carry your luggage on your head and take the frog jump position! UP, DOWN, UP, DOWN, UP, DOWN...
Does the thought of doing frog jump scare you? Nah! No need to get scared. Although you may complain and whine, you just keep a positive spirit, and enjoy the experience like I did. Did I? You'd find out soon...
After the frog jump, we had to carry our luggage on our heads (imagine!) and move down to the gate where we were to be searched. Before we moved on, the soldiers told us to keep shouting "I DON COME" ( meaning I have arrive) till we get to the gate. It was really funny! Imagine some girls with their huge boxes as though they were moving to their husband's house. Lwkmo!!! The whole scenario seemed light and funny.
At the camp gate, NSCDC officers, Police officers, and men of the NDLEA, were on stand-by. Here all contraband materials such as forks, blades, shaving sticks, knives, hard drugs, extension boxes, and the likes were seized, tagged and preserved till about 2 days to the end of the orientation course when we would be called upon to retrieve them.
After being searched, we moved towards the pavilion- by the way our luggage was still very much intact- on our heads. However, things got a little bit heated up. This time, we had to jog not walk! It wasn't bad enough we had our luggage on our head, now we had to jog with it. Sigh! Could it get any worse? You'd find out in my next post...till then help me shout 'I don come