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|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by gh0sts: 8:08am On Dec 17, 2017|
I'm sorry guys about the delay. I was in a dilemma of weather to travel or not. I've made a decision now, I'm going home before I die from boredom. I'll be home by Monday. so, expect frequent updates. Love
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by BiadeFolar(m): 6:56pm On Dec 19, 2017|
Ion know why you chose to call you a ghost but huuf! How can I know you more than you... Plus like a ghost I can't grasp it, how you can be this good. Ion know if this is real experience or fiction. Either way, I am awestruck by the genius awesomeness with which you portray these happenings... It so make me wanna go back to camp lol.
Keep the good work going. Kisses and flirts.
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by bimberry1307(f): 8:10pm On Dec 19, 2017|
gh0sts:gh0st, ain't you home already? please update oooo. boredom wan kill person here o.
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by gh0sts: 4:42am On Dec 20, 2017|
About those camp doctors, I had an experience with them. Third day into camp and I had a horrible sore throat. Mangu weather has a way of attacking the throat and skin. You are either coughing or having sore throat. And every skin turns black...honestly Bobrisky's cream will do nothing in that weather.
It started with a cough whenever I was just falling asleep. I had to start keeping my water bottle on my bed with me, so when my throat gets clog I'd drink some. That helped for a while. Then I noticed swallowing was crazy difficult. I have to mentally think about swallowing, prepare my mind, before actually swallowing. And for someone that has always been so conscious of swallowing spit, it was real hard work for me. By the second day, I knew I had to do something. It wasn't like any sore throat I have experienced. Honestly, I hate going to the clinic. Especially for something as minor as sore throat. But, I didn't see a pharmacy at Mami. So, I was stuck with them. The next morning, I went to the clinic as parade was going on. I could hear the nurses talking about how we've come there to escape parade and in my mind I was ' before, is that not the deal?'.... of course it's all part of the plan, or do they think I can't come to the clinic at another time? Just then, one the nurses came over and told us the doctors where not there yet so we should come at a later time. Every other person stood to leave. I didn't know when it came out of my mouth, 'where are they?' I think she didn't expect someone to ask that and she was a little startled. She said they were sleeping. ' Everybody else is awake na, so if someone was dying is this what you'd tell the person?' She was getting defensive with her reply, when she asked if I was dying. I like questions like that, so I quickly replied; ' how would we know, when your doctors are sleeping'. By then the other medics had surrounded us listening to our exchange. I was so calm with the way I replied her, I think that made them question their move. One of them then asked what was wrong with me...my subconscious smiled one of those very wicked smiled. 'sore throat' I said. My subconscious fell from the chair she was sitting, clasped her hand, laughing hysterically repeating the sore throat many times. The confusion on their faces almost made me laugh, but I had to keep a straight face. ' but, it could be worse. Who knows what's masquerading behind the sore throat?' I said and turned to leave. Just then, one of them asked that I came after parade. I nodded simply and left like a diva. I could imagine all the vile things they would have discussed about me. It's not like I was wrong na...the doctors are suppose to be on a shift. If some worked too late and were sleeping, the other set should be up early like every body else and ready to attend to us even if we are running from the task at hand.
After keeping my breakfast of akara and pap on my bed, with Juls there to look after it. I rushed to the clinic. Honestly, the sore throat is bad, sometimes I feel like to throw up. A man attended to me. He wasn't one of the student doctors. Nice man. He asked what was wrong and wasn't surprised when I told him. He only asked that I eat first and then come back.
When I came back, it was after breakfast and people where going to the auditorium for lectures. When I entered, a nurse asked what I came for. After I took time to tell her, she asked that I came back later after the lecture. 'What? no o' I said dragging the o. She obviously wasn't with the morning set. ' You think I enjoy coming here?' I asked her. ' it's just a freaking sore throat, give me a damn stepsil and I'll never bother you again'. That was when the nurses from earlier saw me and asked that I sat down. They gave me a card and asked me to see one of the doctors in a private room and was covered with curtains. I sat opposite the doctor and admired him. Not because he's fine, but because it was what I always wanted to study. He asked my name and some other questions, all the while scribbling into his pad. When he heard sore throat, he paused a second, looked at me before continuing. I couldn't understand why they were all surprised o. After all in Grey's anatomy, someone went to surgery because of Hiccups. He gave some prescription to me to take to the pharmacy.
The guys that sat inside the small room used as pharmacy checked me out, like fresh meat. One of them collected the prescription from me and gave it to the young pharmacist behind the table. I looked at her with admiration. She spoke so well when she told me they had just vitamin C and that I should check in later for strepsil or I could get it at the pharmacy in Mami. I immediately forgot that I was admiring her, ' so you mean ordinary strepsil you don't have and I had to go through all these come back later for vitamin C?' I said waving the pack of vitamin C in their faces. They had a confused expression on their faces, but that didn't stop me. ' After everything, I still get to buy the drugs myself?' I asked. Then I quietly said to myself. ' if I had known there was a pharmacy in Mami, I for no come here na imagine' As they were apologizing, I just left.
I'm not that person anyway. I think the sore throat got the the diva part of my brain and made me kind off mean. Anyway, sore throat was replaced with cough and then I was finally better. But I never went to the clinic. I know a lot of people complain about camp medics. But I understand them. They went through poo, stress, spent money, time, and lost part of themselves to be what they are. Sometimes, they are forced to take it out on us 'simple folks'...lol, it's what I imagine them calling us. Also, some of them after that just believe they are better than any of us...and it's true, when we were young the only things we were going to grow up to be were Doctors, lawyers and engineers na. With doctor taking the first place. Plus, I can imagine me being a doctor...
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|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by bimberry1307(f): 9:58am On Dec 20, 2017|
Hmmm! na so. where I did my own camping sef, no doctor at all. the nurses that were there doesn't have time to attend to anyone. they prefer to gossip. well done, Op gh0st .
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|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by OlufemiWhit(m): 7:56pm On Dec 20, 2017|
Ghost....keep up the good work
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by BiadeFolar(m): 8:02pm On Dec 20, 2017|
Go get ur PhD, you can still be a daktah
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by gh0sts: 7:21pm On Dec 22, 2017|
I just want to seize this opportunity to thank you all for the love. The comments, the likes, the views. You have no idea what a big uplifting you all are to me. Especially in my depressed, sad and moody periods. I get strengthened by you all. Thanks a lot.
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by BiadeFolar(m): 12:52am On Dec 23, 2017|
Feels good to know u're uplifted... Don't be sad or depressed please, I take God beg yu!
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by gh0sts: 10:13am On Dec 24, 2017|
Finally, it was three weeks gone and we were set to leave camp. The night before was the first time that I ever visited ' platoon 11'(joints were alcohol was sold). Mr macho was won by someone from our platoon, so he hosted a few of us. I drank one and a half bottle of 33. By the time the soldiers came to drive us to the hostels. I was on my levels. I couldn't find G, the friend I went with. I couldn't even see in the day with clear eyes, talk more of at night with alcohol and without my glasses...As I got close to the open square of Mami. I was stopped by a boy, our platoon drama director. He was obviously drunk and was blabbing something about me joining them the next day to jos because he was so sure I'll be posted to jos. I was ia little bit confused and the cold was creeping in again. I just wanted to go to my hostel, so I agreed to everything he said.
By the time I got to the hostel, Juls was already sleeping. I just quietly got on my bed and dozed off.
The noise from boys signing and shouting woke me up. It was an excitement that they were leaving. I hissed and tried to sleep back, but no way. Their excitement has rubbed off on me and stole the sleep from my eyes. I got out of bed. Arranged my things, took my bath and got ready. Wearing my 7/7. I was excited, my jos posting was waiting for me or so I thought. I had given my details to two reliable sources so I was confident that if one doesn't work, the other will. It rained heavy that morning...the superstition in me came out and saw a good sign in the rain. We were finally out with our boxes and all. All five of us still together, still tight. We tools millions of photos and made videos. That was when the long wait started. After leaving our boxes in the NCCF secretariat, we went for breakfast at our normal Noddles joint.
The governor came soon after and the parade started. I sat in the auditorium and waited patiently for them to finish. I couldn't wait to see my jos posting. It was getting to 12pm and nothing seems to be happening. I slept off on the chair I sat soon after. By then the camp ground was filled with people and cars from different local government and PPAs. I was tapped by Juls who woke me up to tell me a queue was being formed behind the auditorium. Just immediately I felt like peeing...I didn't even know I was pressed before. The queue at the toilet in the ICT was so long. The moment I saw it, the pee left. I waited for J to finish peeing, then we went together. We joined a queue soon after and waited for my turn. People were taking and shouting in excitement 'jos. jos'. I was scared, praying silently for it. J was visibly shaking....I almost forgot I had issues and laughed at her. Juls came soon after with her letter in her hand. She smiled like she just won the lottery and announced that she had been posted to jos. I was a little bit relieved...after all we gave our names to same person. People were announcing local governments that I've never heard before. Soon it was J's turn. She called out her state code and waited for the man to find it. Few seconds letter, she smiled and told me University of Jos teaching hospital. I was so happy for her...now I was positive I've been posted to jos. I stepped forward and called my state code to the man. ' why ain't you smiling?' he questioned. I smiled without replying. Soon after he checked my letter and said congratulations...my subconscious did a back flip with contentment that it was jos. Juls and J were patiently waiting. I turned and opened my posting letter. The name LANGTANG NORTH was boldly written on it. I felt myself die a little inside...why do bad things always happen to me I thought. My friends asked me where it was, like I was I was going to my husband's house. I could talk. I held my poo together until we met G and S and they told me they were posted to jos too. The tears that fell from my lid was hot from holding it for too long. They all held me and consoled me. I wasn't crying because of where I was posted to. I was crying because everybody else was going to jos. We picked up our boxes from NCCF and stood at a corner talking. They were consoling me and telling me to visit them whenever I was free...nobody said anything about visiting me o. As we stood there, S showed me a boy carrying a card with Langtang north boldly written on it. The boy heard her and stopped, he asked if I was posted to Langtang. For where, I shook my heard and ignored him. As if saying no will change the Langtang North to jos.
I finally summoned courage to go look for my bus. I found them soon. There was no space in it and the LI was complaining that I was late. In my mind I was like, who wants to go sef. My friends waved me goodbye and left. Reality dawn on me immediately, I was going to be independent.
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|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by OlufemiWhit(m): 11:01am On Dec 24, 2017|
Okay.....i laughed as you didn't get posted to jos.....poo happens
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by gh0sts: 12:10pm On Dec 24, 2017|
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by BiadeFolar(m): 5:56pm On Dec 24, 2017|
Eyah... But wait. ''why does bad things happen to me'' like Langtan North was the pit of hell itself? Can't wait to hear how Langtan unfolded tho..
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by gh0sts: 2:58pm On Dec 26, 2017|
The drive from the orientation camp, Mangu to Langtang North local government area was a rather difficult one. Clearly I wasn't the only sad person in the bus. Every face inside the bus showed disappointment, fear, and confusion. We sat inside the bus like little children that have been caught for ritual. Someone asked the Lady that had come to pick us how long it would take before we got there. 'Not long' she had said. Remember my first journey? Not long always means forever. I eagerly looked outside, reading every sign post trying to know where we were. Two hours later, we were at the NCCF family house as it is called. The old corpers shouted as our bus arrived the house. Singing and welcoming us. Nobody made a move to come out of the bus. I could here people hissing and complaining about how discouraged they were because of the nature of the family house. The local government inspector(LGI) had to make us come down. The old corpers carried our luggage in and helped with our hand luggage.
The LGI did a roll call and gave pep talk on our Langtang is far better than Jos. In my mind I was like Yimu, before will he say something different? I wasn't happy at all. I couldn't eat the food that was served. It was the tastiest jollof rice ever. Looked like the used all the tomatoes in Jos to prepare the rice. The redness of that rice brightened my spirit a little and I knew just then that I was going to make Langtang North what I want it to be. After the LGI's orientation, the batch B corpers started to familiarize with us. They asked our PPA's, our names, where we were from. I just sat there quietly. I didn't get a lot of people asking me questions. Probably my face discouraged them, it's either that or my attitude or vibe. I sat there completely uninterested in everything. Later a guy that serves in the PPA I was posted to came over to talk. He tried to make jokes which came out horridly unfunny, but I didn't want to start hurting peoples feeling so I just laughed anyway. He told me how the school is the best in Langtang North and I was going to love it. I had imagined one of those private schools they advertise on TV in Port Harcourt, completely forgetting that this wasn't anything close.
They told us there wasn't enough space in the family house and there wasn't money to lodge so we should spend the night with some of the old corpers. That was how Deji, the boy that serves in my school offered to house me and another girl Tay at his place. I wasn't completely okay with it, but when I saw another girl coming with me I was fine.
There was no light at all and we were told they've not had electricity for days. My brain spiraled, there was no surviving this place...no way at all. We went with Deji to a kiosk. He introduced us to the owner and that was where we charged that night. We took our bath and slept in, while he slept in another room.
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|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by gh0sts: 3:29pm On Dec 26, 2017|
We dressed up and got ready to go for our documentation. Deji had prepared breakfast for us. He had left earlier because he had two PPA's so he left us with Lix, a guy that stays in his lodge and works in the sane place as me. He took us first to the local government Secretariat as Tay was posted there before taking me to the school. The path to the school alone discouraged me. There was no way those schools that are advertised on TV will have such awful roads. Paths covered in poo. I was loosing hope already. By the time we got to the school. I knew it was the school, but I didn't want to believe it. Lix confirmed my fear when I asked him...this is the worse. The school had a short fence, no gate. The roof looks horrifying, no windows, or doors. The students wore different colours of uniform...and you know any school that has more that one pattern or uniform is a complete community school. But what was I expecting? I walked in behind Lix. The students peered from their windowless windows and doorless doors, smiling happily at the new corper. I met the other two girls at the principals office already writing their letter of permission for the two weeks break. The principal saw me and asked that I photocopy my posting letter. Only place to do that was at the secretariat, which was very far. I was so pissed... which school doesn't have a copier? my spoilt and entitled subconscious thought. I decided to look for a bike, before I die in the afternoon heat. Heat I had never experienced before in my life. It was like the sun was drawn closer to the earth using a rope. Luckily, a bike stopped for me. He asked where I was going and carried me for free. I thanked him a million times and went in to do my photocopies. I wrote my letter at once, because I didn't want to go there again. I saw Tay and she told me she didn't like the local government and wants them to reject her. As I was going back to the my school, I saw two girls and guy standing by the road. One had a nose ring in. She complained to me about how awful the place was, and that there's no club sef. She asked if I was going to stay because she has made up her mind to redeploy. I don't know why she chose me to complain to...like I said my attitude gives a different vibe from who I really am.
The bike that took me back to the school did not show same courtesy as he collected the money happily from me.
I finished with the school soon enough and went for my documentation at the Secretariat. Documentation was fast and I was done soon enough. I waited for Tay to finish, then we went back together with Deji who had come to join us. Tay left that evening for Nasarrawa. She was going to meet her sister there, so they'll go home together. By then, we had made up our mind to stay so I had to look for accommodation for us. Not together, but same compound. I got one very late and couldn't make it back to jos that night so I slept alone at Deji's. He had slept in too and it was a little bit awkward but I couldn't make him leave his house for me another night. So I stayed put. The next day. I picked up my bag and quickly left for Jos. My friends had been waiting for me...
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|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by BiadeFolar(m): 5:12pm On Dec 26, 2017|
Four days without! When you hear Langtan, you shud knw the place was named aftes latern... BTW are u sure no details are missing from Deji's room*
Juicy update as usual wehdon ma.
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Gucciqueen38(f): 6:28pm On Dec 26, 2017|
Lemme go and start reading from page 0
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by collinometricx(m): 7:18pm On Dec 26, 2017|
Gucciqueen38 :Welcome on board...
I saw ur moniker on thread but i cant remember d particular story
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|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Gucciqueen38(f): 7:23pm On Dec 26, 2017|
You're the shy guy from the "Life of a shy guy story"
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by collinometricx(m): 7:24pm On Dec 26, 2017|
Which kind compliment b dis
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Gucciqueen38(f): 7:31pm On Dec 26, 2017|
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by collinometricx(m): 7:45pm On Dec 26, 2017|
Gucciqueen38 :U too like emoji
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Gucciqueen38(f): 7:48pm On Dec 26, 2017|
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by valyzubxx(m): 7:57pm On Dec 26, 2017|
I can totally relate with this story. I was posted to Langtan South (place's really close to hell!), North is even better, my dear, I ran as fast as my legs could carry me back to J-town.
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by collinometricx(m): 7:57pm On Dec 26, 2017|
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by emilykang(f): 8:20pm On Dec 26, 2017|
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by collinometricx(m): 8:23pm On Dec 26, 2017|
Gucciqueen38 :Sent u a pm
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by BiadeFolar(m): 1:00am On Dec 27, 2017|
Gucciqueen38:Don't forget to use ur Gucci designed reading glasses
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by gh0sts: 2:47am On Dec 27, 2017|
valyzubxx:I've heard that, but never been there. Missed an opportunity to go when there was a football match between us because it was too early. But, I'll try to visit before leaving...
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Gucciqueen38(f): 9:57am On Dec 27, 2017|
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Gucciqueen38(f): 10:22am On Dec 27, 2017|
collinometricx:And you didn't check since yesterday
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