My NYSC Camp Experience (Episode 2)

What A Start !

Yeah! what a start 😕.

Through the night, the thought of how the camp will treat me were lingering on my mind till I finally submit myself to nature. It was a sweet cold morning, momma woke me up so early, I got up and went straight to the bathroom for a warm bath after which I prayed.
As I prepared to leave, I looked at my maxi box with disappointment 😓. I had earlier told mum that I want a small traveling bag but she said a big box will do because my stuff will be in one place. I dragged the heavy box , to the main road for bike, Oh lucky me, I found a bus filled with passengers, so I did not wait at all.

I was in a hurry, so I had skipped my breakfast, I have heard about how hectic the registration will be so I didn’t want to get there late.

About an hour later, I got to Iseyin, but I was not familiar with the location. I asked around for the camp address, then I took a bike, as the bike proceed, my heart started beating heavily, so scared, nervous at the same time anxious. In a short while we got to the main entrance.

I saw different forces , I saw traders who are already dragging my box for me, before I knew it, I had like 20 bussines cards.

Until I was left alone to start the sojourn. I entered the camp ground and I was directed to the check point, the man told me to open my box but I was reluctant because my underwear bag was right at the top. I opened it, he checked through, then asked if I have a cologne, I didn’t want to reply because That cologne is so special, so I said No! I penned my name down under Ogun Corpers’ list.

I was directed to the pavilion, as I walked through the rocky road, I was struggling with my box because the road was not smooth enough. Moving forward, I heard a funny sound, I pulled my box then it fell on the ground. It was like a dream, then I checked to see that one of the tire has removed 😖 I looked at my bucket my bailer is at-large.

How will I drag this huge bag now? How will I ? It’s too early for this!!! Unfortunately, there was no bike nor cab inside the camp. So I carried it with my tiny little hands, as I walked slowly to the pavilion. I got there looking so pale and tired already. I saw many prospective corps members receiving some kind of lecture from one tall dark man, I wanted to join them but he said I should drop my bag and sit aside. Ohhhhhhh! What is this again??? As I sat down I noticed pretty fair lady beside me, I said hi and she replied, I wanted to create a conversation but I was too shy, so I was gisting with my mind.

In a short while, we have a numbers of PCMs with us so the man came and lectured us about the basic things here and introduced us to U-report . After which he directed a Man O War lady to lead us to the registration point, then my tension began again. We were told to be on a single line with our loads. I saw people pulling their boxes easily alas! I had to carry mine, I have a bucket on my left hand and my box on the right. Fortunately for me, one woman came like an angel, she helped me with my box 😀. I was so excited and I started walking like a runway model, like one free soul. So we got to the first point, we were told to register for accommodation, I had earlier picked a number at the gate “31” which I showed them, then I was told to pick one paper, I checked it and I saw OLUBADAN hostel (how will this hostel look?) so many questions lingering on my little mind .

At that point I was already seeing people on their white 😏”so they came as early as 5am? The Lord is their strength ” Yassssss I can’t wait to put on mine as well so this people won’t feel they are superior.

Anyway🤷, We were led to the hostel, oh! Not to worry! That woman was still by my side. Then we got to the hostel, she gave my box back to me. My heart skipped a beat , because I don’t know what she will collect from me 😰 well she can’t just carry that bag without anything in return, so she smiled and said, call me for your laundry 😉 I collected her number. Wait o! there was a woman at the gate who gave me her laundry card. She was my first customer, who will I call? Well, we will get to that.

The hostel was not bad, kind of fine in contrary to the rumors I’ve heard. We were given our bed space, I got the up bunk with one sick looking bed 🙄. I quickly changed the bed to a nice soft one, lol, everyone else started changing their after I did that 😎.

After placing my bed, I opened my box spread my bedsheet beautifully, then I brought out my file and mosquito net. I checked my bunk mate and yippee 💃 it’s that beautiful l lady under the pavilion. I said hi bunkie, I’m Aderonke Lawal, what’s your name? She said Aminah. she was about to fix her net which I quickly helped her with, for I need to create a nice relationship with my bunk mate.

I locked my box, then I set out for registration, my bunkmate was deployed to Oyo so we will be threading a different path for registration . The first dilemma at the registration point was that I don’t know where to go first 🙁 (No guidline for the order) . I was walking up and down, at each point, they will tell me I need to be in another place, there should be a guide for this 😒, I got to the ICT, I did thumbprinting and the man gave me one slip with a stern face, he was not friendly at all so I couldn’t ask for the next step,

I saw a long queue which I joined, the next question I was asked was ” are you pregnant ” I said no with a very confused tone, the woman said, you are not meant to be here 🤥. Where do I go to now?

I left the queue , I don’t know how I got to the medical clearance point , I tendered my medical fitness certificate and I was cleared. I went to the spot for Ogun state, I was given a file to put my Statement of Result, the clearance slip from ICT, call up letter and some other forms that came with the file. So I filled them accordingly, I was so careful not to make any silly mistake, so I took my file to the man, I got my code card, my code number OG/18C/***2. Since my number ends with with 2, that’s means I’m in Platoon 2 (2 platoon ).

The man collected my file arranged for me and he told me to go fill the book of life, which I did,I was told to go and register at a bank spot , so fate brought access bank to me, I filled the form attached my passport and I left the place.

The man in charge told me to go for my kit. Yassssss 💪we are getting there 😩. I was told to find platoon 2 stand for my kit . Oh not again 😥what is wrong with these people? I’ve never been here, be nice and direct me to where I’m going, not telling me to find it😣. Well I did found it, I saw one of our platoon inspector who asked me “what can you do for our platoon ” I said I can talk 🤷. He looked at me with one weird expression like what’s this one saying? Lol 😂 they didn’t know that talk is not cheap 😎.

I was given my kits, he didn’t even ask for my size, he just gave me , A jacket, trouser, belt, jungle boots, NYSC crested vest, a cap, a white sneakers, two white shorts, two white vest and two pair of socks. I dashed to my hostel to check it😖😖😖 , Too bad 😕,my trouser came inform of palazo, my white sneakers are unnecessarily big and dirty 😕 my jungle boot and jacket was the only item I preferred, my short knickers were just tooo short. I have long legs… What’s all these now? So I wore my own short knickers which I brought from home , plus the white shirt, socks, White rubber sneaker, may Hijab and my NYSC cap, oh I didn’t forget the waist pouch. I have a blue unique own.

After all the registration process, I called Dad and everyone that I’ve done the needful

I stepped out feeling fly 😎 so I asked a girl to take my picturs that I will snap her in return. One of the pictures was used as the cover picture for this episode 😀. I have nothing to do outside, but I just want to walk around with my white, so I was walking like one super star, going towards a direction where I saw many people going, that must be the popular mami market.

As I proceeded to that direction, one Man O war called me, she said “Alhaja, you don’t want to follow our rules abi, the only thing from your outfit that is from us is the cap ” I tried to explain to her that, I just can’t wear their kits for now . She told me to go that she will catch me later 😕.

I left for mami, everywhere was bubbling, I have many cards with me, many people dragging me to their various stands, I picked one place at last where I order for a plate of Jollof rice, #300 plus meat and plantain. I couldn’t finish the rice so I went back to the hostel with a bottle of chilled Nutri milk.

On getting to the hostel I had my first experience of beagle. That was my first time of hearing the beagle paran ran paran ran paran paran paran papa,

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The sound of the beagle

we were told to go for lunch, oh… I was given a meal ticket at the registration point.

I didn’t go for the first meal. I was chilling on my bed, my bed space was at the door so I was looking at each new Prospective Corps members coming in, so I saw my course mate, Summonu coming in. That was where I was until I heard the beagle again, we were sent out to the parade ground. The soldier were looking so scary while saying “if you are walking, you are wrong ” double up!!! That was how our never right journey started.

I joined some sect of people, so they told us to stand at ease. Numbers of soldiers were standing in front of us, they told us we can’t address ourselves as Corps Members until our swear in ceremony, so we were addressed as Prospective Corps Members (PCMs) 🙄. While standing, one of the soldiers said, “if you know, you are tall, step outside ” I know I’m tall, but I don’t want to go 😖. Then one soldier told me I’m fragile that I should stay where I was.

They started looking around, when one of them came towards my direction, I was already in a different land of scary thoughts, he said to me with a loud husky voice “you! are you not tall? You are short bah? ” I replied in a pitiful tone “I’m not sure ” stylishly looking for the other soldier, alas! He was at-large so I joined the tall PCMs .

We were divided into groups. My group was taken to the rear part of the field (My bunkie is part of this group 💃 ) , they said we are the Quarter Guards but, through out that day I thought it was “water Guard ” so funny.

One soldier came to us and introduced himself as the Quarter Guards commandant 😑. His name is Umaru… He said his nickname is Yaro. So we started from priet, parade shun! Stand at ease, stand easy, quick match time and halt. I have to memorize all these to survive there, we did this from 3:30 till 6:30 (the first day) my white has changed to brown 😶 my socks and everything.

6pm on the dot, we were all ordered to stand at shun because our dear country Nigeria wants to sleep; two soldiers marched to the flag to bring it down while the beagle was being blown all through the process.

The beagle was blown again for meal . We went for dinner by 7:00. The food taste good, white rice and meat with a nice stew.

We slept earlier the very first day. Light out by 10:00pm, so we were told to go to bed 😐. I chat for a while and I slept off.

While enjoy my beautiful night rest after a long day, I suddenly woke up with some funny sounds of foot steps🤥. People were taking their bath already, I checked the time it’s 2:00am, oh no! my phone must not be working perfectly! I asked a girl for the time But she said 2:00. What is their problems now? They should let me sleep in peace 😢 , I tried to sleep but I couldn’t! I must have chosen the wrong room, these people are not normal, after this long day? I can’t sleep in peace?

I had earlier set my alarm to 4am, so I managed to sleep s again and I woke up to have my bath (alarm) , I put on my white to go back to bed again when I heard the annoying beagle 😥😣😥 paran paran paran papa …

Watch out for episode 3 How will I wear my palazo trouser? How will I cope with the regimented life.

These new episodes will ” Not be sequential, I will pick different part of camp and gist you about it, The quarter Guard, the OBS, The lectures, The SAED, The social Nights, platoon2 , People that I met and all . Don’t worry, I will gist you in short, precise and interesting way. Thanks for stopping by . Like comment and tell a friend to tell a friend 😉

I am Hummulikhair Aderonke Lawal, a graduate of the Department of Mass Communication Fountain University Osogbo. I believe that versatility will take you anywhere so I decided to be versatile. I am a presenter, a voice artist, video editor, audio editor, graphics artist, writer and I am now a blogger. All pictures and graphics here were designed by myself. Thanks for stopping by😍💞💝💗💕

16 Comments

  1. Sheryna

    December 24, 2018 at 8:22 pm

    You have done an amazing amount of work to put this together,This is Astonishing I must confess,it is astounding,awe,veneration in fact you are too much abeg heeeeem heeeem heeem Episode 3 abeg.

    • Khair

      December 24, 2018 at 9:47 pm

      Thanks dear, coming

  2. Jad

    December 24, 2018 at 8:23 pm

    Quarter Guard 💂, interesting

    • Khair

      December 24, 2018 at 8:55 pm

      Thanks

  3. Dennis

    December 24, 2018 at 8:35 pm

    Sweet piece 👌

    • Khair

      December 24, 2018 at 8:55 pm

      Thanks

  4. Yusful

    December 24, 2018 at 11:15 pm

    It’s a nice episode, kudos to you,
    I can’t wait for the next episode.

    • Khair

      December 25, 2018 at 6:03 am

      Coming 😎. Thanks

  5. Adewale Mazeedah

    December 26, 2018 at 6:31 am

    Am really enjoying this. My sister, if you are not dropping episode 3 now, you are wrong. Double up double up.

    • Khair

      December 26, 2018 at 8:03 am

      Lol 😂 OK Ma on my way

  6. Adeyemo Abdullateef ALAO

    December 26, 2018 at 7:06 am

    This could be compiled to a novel. A brilliant narration…….Amusing section of the narration was “carrying the load with my thin hands”

    • Khair

      December 26, 2018 at 8:14 am

      Wow, thank you so much

  7. Sotonye Jumbo

    December 26, 2018 at 5:26 pm

    I don’t like reading much but I read through the whole text and i enjoyed it… how did manage to hold all those information and put them in writing? ??

    • Khair

      December 26, 2018 at 9:42 pm

      Aww thanks for reading dear 😀. Well, I kept them somewhere in my memory

  8. Abdullah adetunji

    December 28, 2018 at 10:41 pm

    interesting, love this….. keep it up

    • Khair

      December 28, 2018 at 11:10 pm

      Thank you so much

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