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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by collinometricx: 10:26am On Dec 27, 2017
Gucciqueen38 :
And you didn't check since yesterday shocked undecided
I mistakenly dismissed d one u sent...
So i sent u another one
Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by collinometricx: 10:34am On Dec 27, 2017
Gucciqueen38 :
And you didn't check since yesterday shocked undecided
I just saw it
Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by paulaspearz(f): 3:04pm On Dec 27, 2017
Wow I love this. More updates please

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by gh0sts: 12:09pm On Dec 29, 2017
My two weeks break in Port Harcourt extended to three. I had no strength in me to go back. First the distance discouraged me. Then, every time I remember where I was posted to, my heart skips a bit and I just relax further in my house. Deji calls everyday, telling me what to bring for my house, how much things cost in the town so I'll know the estimated amount to bring. At a point I even got tired of his calls and stopped taking them. Finally, I summoned courage to go back. I discussed with some of my friends to know when they'd be going back, but nobody was making a move. Finally fine boy(the secondary school guy) and two other guys I had met on a WhatsApp group agreed to travel same day as me. I could tell he likes me, but I wasn't going just make it easy for him. I expected him to tell me.
We left PH in the morning of July 3rd. Got to jos by 8 at night. I finally got to Langtang North by noon on the 4th of July. I've been trying Deji's number without any success, I didn't have Tays number saved in my phone so I couldn't get her. I hurried to his place using two bikes; one for my load and the other for me. As my load been taken inside, I thought in my mind, ' now there's no going back until after a year'...

To be continued...

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by BiadeFolar(m): 1:47pm On Dec 29, 2017
Now the hustle begins

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by itsandi(m): 3:27pm On Dec 29, 2017
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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by gh0sts: 7:05pm On Dec 30, 2017
I had to stay with Deji for a while. Although Tay was there, I wasn't completely comfortable. I wanted to go to my house and have privacy. He had told me I could rent mattress at a cheaper price instead of buying. That means, I wasn't going to leave until I get one. I bought every other thing. Carpet, utensils, etc. The guy who rents the mattress out was a no show. Anytime I went to his shop it was looked and that increased my stay with Deji.

At first it was cool staying with Deji. He was nice and caring and all. Made sure Tay and I were comfortable. After a while, something changed and I still don't know what. Tay is Yoruba, that means they can talk endlessly and I won't partake in the discussion because I couldn't understand. I wasn't worried about it at first...I'm not one of those people that take offense or get worried that someone's talking about me. But somehow I was been sidelined. I'd be with them and not talk the entire time. And since there was rarely electricity and I had to save both my phone and laptop battery, especially the laptop battery till whenever they brought light again. I was mostly on my own. I started reading books I found in his house to keep busy. And since I knew nobody I was almost alone, though I had people in my room. Fortunately whenever he was out, Tay and I would have interesting and long discussions. Laughing and talking. But the moment he's back...it's like sango has arrived and hit everyone into a Yoruba speaking spell. Not one to hide feelings, I told them one day how rude it was to be speaking their language every time when there's someone who doesn't understand. And that some of their discussions are things I can take part in if only they'd speak English. I was honestly hoping that that would work...I clearly was thinking too much. Deji told me he doesn't speak Yoruba all the time and it's only when it doesn't concern me he speaks Yoruba and that it can never be rude to speak his language. I did not expect that, so the surprise on my face was clearly obvious. Because, Tay noticed and apologized to me.

After that day, she tried to speak English whenever I'm there. It was as a result of the English she started speaking that I realized that the phone he had lost at the last CDs was actually stolen by a fellow corp member and that 15000 naira of his money had been transfered by the guy. Money he had save to get phone with. You do know how it's difficult to save money during NYSC and then to save up to 15k from 19k. Anyway I forgot to feel bad for him, since he wasn't going to tell me. But that doesn't mean I didn't help in ways I could. Especially food.
I began to notice other things about him. Like how when we eat, he eats faster with larger portions and must make sure the food finishes before he leaves. Tay made me notice though. We were munching on spaghetti that day. I had a book in my hand...I love to keep busy while eating. As I read, I eat slowing me down. But I wasn't bothered, I've never been one to rush a meal or eat too much. Next thing I heard was Tay stopping him and asking him to learn to leave for the ladies...I just laughed in mind when he complained as he was leaving that he doesn't remain for his sister and doesn't have to do for us. Tay and I exchanged looks and laughed as he left. I began to distant myself from him especially. I'd sit outside alone, sleep early, read a lot. As other corpers came back from their break a lot of them looked for accommodation. My compound had some extra rooms, so some asked him about showing them. As we walked down with the two boys Seun and Darey. It was like an association of Yoruba corp members. At first it was a competition about who went to the best school. Tay and Darey went to OAU, while Deji, went to unillorin. Seun and I kept quiet as we went to lesser known schools . And I just did not have strength for worthless arguments. But I would chip in from time to time to tell them about how stupid their arguments were as all schools in Nigeria are sub standard. Not long after that, they switched to Yoruba... maybe they didn't like me telling them how stupid they sound. Soon enough we got to the compound and discussed with the landlord. Darey agreed to take one of the rooms. As we walked back, they continued in their Yoruba leaving me helpless. I walked in front of them, keeping a reasonable distance between them. ' you guys are speaking Yoruba too much it's not fair on ghost' I heard Deji say like he cared. Just then he walked up to me and wrapped his arm around my neck. I thought maybe he's had an Epiphany and I decided to tell him again that they should minimize how they speak Yoruba when someone who doesn't understand is there, plus it's not their state sef. I was like if they behave like this outside their state, then I'm lucky I wasn't serving there. He got angry and told me to stop asking them to stop speaking their language. And that he's never stopped me from speaking mine. I had to explain to him like I was explaining to a stupid person that in Rivers, we had multiple languages and would never do this both within and outside our state. As much as I like that languages unite people, I understood immediately what happened at the tower of babel.

Almost everybody that came to see us was Yoruba. Somehow, Tay and I started talking to another girl in the compound. Lanle is also Yoruba, so she talked to Tay first before warming up to me. That way we sat outside often and discuss. One of those days when nothing was happening. Deji asked that we followed him to pilgani ( a small village in langtang) to watch them play football again the indigenes. At first I was excited. Staying in the house everyday was not something I enjoyed. But, I changed my mind last minute because I didn't want to be in a place, where the only people I could really talk to speak a language I don't understand. And there was light too. Tay begged me to come with, since Lanle was going and Deji has been begging her. I had to change my mind again. The road to pilgani was covered mostly in farm lands and a few mud houses. And you could see Wase rock from there, a popular rock. When we got to the field, I could smell the difference. This place is even more remote than where I was. I wondered how the corpers there managed. I sat back quietly on a tree root, resting my back on the tree. I wasn't too interested in the football match, so I moved further away from everybody. I decided to call Nana to pass time. There was no signal... I quietly thanked God I wasn't in this place. I could see the corpers serving there looking at me at intervals.
My last straw with Deji was when he grumbles anytime we ask him to hold on, because we were changing or wearing clothes. I knew I had to leave. So I made up my mind that I was going to sleep on my duvet until the man that rents mattress comes or I could just buy.
I told Tay about my plans, since she'd be staying with me as she planned to relocate. She told Deji everything and he kept asking me where I'd sleep. I told him everything. When he saw that I've made up my mind he started speaking Yoruba to Tay. ( I only got to understand later that he was begging her not to leave with me. And it was when she refused on the excuse that she can't stay alone with him, that he begged me.) The next day, I arranged my bags and boxes and ready to leave with Tay of course. That was when I saw Deji coming with mattress. 'How did you get it?' I asked clearly shocked. He said it was one nobody used again. I could see why, the mattress had seen life. It was flater than an old lady's breast. I thanked him and we left.

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by BiadeFolar(m): 7:44pm On Dec 30, 2017
Hmmm, I can relate to the language stuff, When I was in Keff, Nassarawa camp, those hausa got me like ''Shey mi o de si rin bayi''

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by badohemmy(m): 11:36am On Jan 01
Gh0st, first of all, I think you'll make an interesting friend.

secondly, I am still trying to find the right word to describe how insanely good you are (your writing), funny, mean, easy going all rolled up in one unit. Anonymous Corper has driven me down memory lane and trust, as difficult as the experience was, it is one I learned a lot from.

Lastly I commend you. Please keep it up because your writing is beautiful.

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by queenDD(f): 6:55pm On Jan 01
I can so relate with your experience, i was posted to a small town which is a four hour drive to the capital city while most of my friends (yea, I think I can call them that, we came to camp together) got posted to Ibadan.

On our way to the town, corp members posted there were crying, I almost cried too. The distance alone to Ibadan is heartbreaking plus the electricity issues they are having over there. Some persons relocated, but I'm staying. I'll be traveling soon and I can only hope for the best!

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by BiadeFolar(m): 7:45pm On Jan 01
queenDD:
I can so relate with your experience, i was posted to a small town which is a four hour drive to the capital city while most of my friends (yea, I think I can call them that, we came to camp together) got posted to Ibadan.

On our way to the town, corp members posted there were crying, I almost cried too. The distance alone to Ibadan is heartbreaking plus the electricity issues they are having over there. Some persons relocated, but I'm staying. I'll be traveling soon and I can only hope for the best!
What's the name of the town? My father has a house there I can house you. I knw u've not mentioned the village buh any where you mention, I am certain izz gonn' be my town.
Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by queenDD(f): 10:52pm On Jan 01
BiadeFolar:

What's the name of the town? My father has a house there I can house you. I knw u've not mentioned the village buh any where you mention, I am certain izz gonn' be my town.

Lol, Saki west. I was given accommodation though.

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by holuphisayor(m): 7:06am On Jan 02
queenDD:

Lol, Saki west. I was given accommodation though.
you better relocate from there
Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by ChiefPiiko(m): 7:22am On Jan 02
Interesting read

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Tripleanthony(m): 7:35am On Jan 02
your story just reached the frontpage..����
Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Yenime1(m): 8:02am On Jan 02
Very interesting... grin

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Nobody: 8:07am On Jan 02
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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Tolulopevictor: 8:07am On Jan 02
That's my home town
queenDD:


Lol, Saki west. I was given accommodation though.

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by nini007(m): 8:14am On Jan 02
gh0sts:
met Ide two weeks into camp. On one of my naps, I had slept off on J's bed as usual and woke up to not find my glasses. I checked everywhere. Under the pillow, under the bunks, on her wardrobe, her box, on the top bunk...literally everywhere. I thought I was gonna find it later, so I went out using my old prescription. Everything was blurred that entire evening. I rushed back to the hostel early before it becomes too dark... the gutters in that Mangu camp are too big and lots of people had fell into it, as in alcohol induced falling. Infact it was big enough for rumors like; people having sex in it even got to nairand. I didn't want to fall as well, so people won't think I was drunk too. Or, I was also having sex inside. I asked around J's corner if any body had seen my glasses, but nobody did.
By the next day, I was worried sick. How was I going to tell Pops that the glasses I just got in March was missing and no be small money too o. The next day, my sense was sight was almost useful...I had to squint in order to see clearly. Jul's was the closest of all five friends to me. And she suggested that I met with OBS. By 7pm, I went behind the main auditorium, to where the OBS studio was. I knocked on the door, but there was no response. Then a guy came from outside and asked in this accent that sounded like he's never been in Nigeria what I wanted. I told him about my missing glasses, that it was recommended and looked like cat eyes. He laughed at my last statement. He asked that I waited outside, while he goes in to check among the lost item they have. While I waited for him, a light skinned, slightly chubby girl came in and asked for the broadcasters. She was a little bit chatty, so I played along and told her about my missing glasses. She too had come for her missing cap. So, we waited together. He came out and asked the same question he asked me. Somehow, there discussion got to name and where they came from...they are both Yoruba's. Dude is from Oyo, babe is from Osun. I was already liking him, so I just assumed that didn't stand a chance. Not when they are both from same region. He told me my glasses wasn't in their lost collection but if I could write the description down, they could notify if they see it. I left soon enough. By the time I got back with the writing, still hoping to catch a glimpse of his face and nice accent. I was stopped at the door by one of those OBS drag queens... she took the paper from me after asking so many questions.

Two days later, I saw him close to the OBS studio as I was coming back from Mami. I stopped to ask if there was any hope, by then my eyes were itching badly and sore. He hadn't seen it, but he offered his number just so I call to remind him to keep checking. And that my friends was how I met Ide.

I called to ask if we could hang out. Because I'm like that. When I like someone, or I want something I just go for it. Time is too short to be delaying. He obliged and we met in front of the OBS building. We sat on the step and talked about everything. He was smart and versatile. I liked him even more sef...I like when guys are smart and can hold discussion. It was the first night I stayed out till 10pm and it was fun. Ide and I spent time together and sent a lot of text. He even gave me designated survivor season 1 on my flash. And every night after that was fun. While others went in to watch pageantry, I would be in the studio chilling. But then, his calls began to reduce. He doesn't reply my text as fast as he used to. We never hung out again. I was surprised I could chase away a boy so fast, even I didn't know I had it in me...I did a recollection of all our discussions, if I threw a bomb by mistake. I also checked the messages to check my grammar and spelling. At a point I thought he had left camp(he was a batch b corper). But no, I saw him on the bonfire night and just concluded he didn't really like me. I hate to drag on poo too long, after a while it starts to stink. So, I just left things quiet down as they started. So friends, that was how Ide and I ended poo on camp.
ma, enjoying your story. Just wanna let you know that at the time when NYSC was paying 9800 there was nothing like Designated Survivor. thanks

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by damoneyman007: 8:18am On Jan 02
Lovely write up, keep it coming......

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by KingRex1: 8:19am On Jan 02
gh0sts:
, corp members.

'It has come to our notice that' you were either in platoon 7, 8, 9 or 10

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by RichardRexs(m): 8:47am On Jan 02
Intresting and educative(how camp look like)

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by naijareferee: 9:47am On Jan 02
Wow... My first to comment on the diary or is it literature section. Nice work op... Reminds me of my time in delta...
One thing I observed on this section is the lack of tribal bashing... The op mentioned two highly flammable tribes and bashed them, yet no e fight from the tribes mentioned. In fact dudes here just pretended as if those were not part of the story... I must commend the guy mature environment here, unlike what you experience In the politics and religion section.
Op, kindly use the opportunities langtang has to offer while u serve there. You can get some stuff from there like Irish potatoes, tomatoes etal for your parents and relations. Who knows you might even sale to neighbors while getting some sea foods from rivers to give to your colleagues in the plateau.
NYSC made me realise how complex the Nigerian system is, our nation is large with different people. Good and bad, and also highlighted one point... We are always comfortable in the confines of those we speak same language.
Tower of Babel almost reached heavens until different tongues was introduced amongst them. Europe is developed today because each country speaks her indigenous language... And where different language exist in a country, they operate a loose system like UK, Swiss etal

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by biggmusty(m): 10:21am On Jan 02
gh0sts:
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...

Lol I know dat feeling. Wen I was posted to Bassa I hold my chest too

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Firstgentleman1(m): 10:25am On Jan 02
Weldone pensmith. I commend the fact that you are penning down your experience while still serving. I hope to do mine after service year. You are an amazing writer, with a unique style. You also know how to make use of the write words for effects. Thanks for taking your time to share this beautiful experience with us.

As for my reaction towards your story, I'd say you are seriously starving us of details. I read your disclaimer from the beginning, but I was not expecting this kind of bland reading experience. The way you breezed past the three weeks of camping without sharing the adventurous escapades that ought to make your story juicy, makes the story looks like one you intend rushing.

As the story progresses, do well to feed our curiosity. When I see someone trying to relieve their service year experience, I expect lot of intriguing moments. Tell us about other people experiences if you don't have much of yours. Let us into Langtang North. You are the "I no like stress" kind of person, so I get why you are only dwelling on what you feel is important. But, for the sake of hooking your audience down, let's have the GHEN GHEN moments too...

Bring it on Miss Ghost. I am with you all the way of the ride.....

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by gunners160(m): 10:35am On Jan 02
Nice story you got and I must confess I can relate with every details you wrote down. Anyways I am enjoying ur story ride on.
Would have loved to write something like this down but menh my service year was filled with boredom and hustling in fact I no get time except when it comes to *Women matter*.
Finally,Plateau state is a nice state because I was also oppurtuned to serve their and I must confess:the state contributed to who I am today..

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Kenzico(m): 10:35am On Jan 02
Ghost You are a funny Writer!!

Before NYsc, I opted for Plateau, Taraba and Rivers....But Taraba chose me

I just finished my Service this December...I was posted to a Village in Taraba state beside Cameroon border. Life there was a tough experience oo until relocated to Jalingo town.

NYsC experience is a must challenge for every graduate.

Miss Ghost...Next Chapter please

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Damlovey(f): 10:52am On Jan 02
Nice write up dear, I can relate with the camp experience. Umunya camp in anambra was die!But i had fun, I'm now in ibadan, can't come and go and die

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Alvinchukx(m): 10:55am On Jan 02
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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Alvinchukx(m): 10:57am On Jan 02
itsandi:
Interesting... Enjoy other cool stories on Tushstories via

www.tushstories.com

#Enjoy
NA UR STORY DEY THERE?
Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by tomtyte02(m): 11:54am On Jan 02
naijareferee:
Wow... My first to comment on the diary or is it literature section. Nice work op... Reminds me of my time in delta...
One thing I observed on this section is the lack of tribal bashing... The op mentioned two highly flammable tribes and bashed them, yet no e fight from the tribes mentioned. In fact dudes here just pretended as if those were not part of the story... I must commend the guy mature environment here, unlike what you experience In the politics and religion section.
Op, kindly use the opportunities langtang has to offer while u serve there. You can get some stuff from there like Irish potatoes, tomatoes etal for your parents and relations. Who knows you might even sale to neighbors while getting some sea foods from rivers to give to your colleagues in the plateau.
NYSC made me realise how complex the Nigerian system is, our nation is large with different people. Good and bad, and also highlighted one point... We are always comfortable in the confines of those we speak same language.
Tower of Babel almost reached heavens until different tongues was introduced amongst them. Europe is developed today because each country speaks her indigenous language... And where different language exist in a country, they operate a loose system like UK, Swiss etal

Dude, when i think about how many tribes and languages we have in some states alone not to talk of the whole country, i begin to doubt the possibility of being united in this country. Im currently serving in Benue state and im the only Yoruba guy here. I've realised ladies from the south-south have a thing for yoruba guys though.

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