I am currently in Issele-Uku camp, Delta state.

#Day1 #02/06/2015

I left home today for the much awaited camp experience. Throughout the journey, I forgot to even pray for journey mercies, my only prayer point was "let there be GLO network in that camp" my subscription is just a week old and there isn't no way I am doing father Christmas for this Glo people.

This transport people took turns in Jobbing me. After all I was going to become an Otondo, you know what it means, right?

Just before I entered the gate, a girl blocked me and tried convincing me to patronize her, she said her camera company was going to take care of all the pictures that I was going to take throughout my stay in the camp, if only I will give her half of the money and complete the remaining later. As she spoke, I got lost in the awe of her beauty and didn't know when I agreed to do her bidding. "But I am an Otondo and so no blame should come on me".
I didn't know it was another jobbing, oh dear Stella! I cant believe you did this to me. I entered the camp and the picture story sounded something different. Stella told me that Obi was a boy but her colleagues had a different story, to them, Obi was an Igbo boy from Anambara state who imports rice and beans from Cotonou.

When I got to the gate, everything else changed. You guys didn't tell me it was going to be like this. They searched my bag and seized my belt which they tagged as contraband. Then at the first checkpoint the soldier ordered us drop our bags and run a 100meters+ distance to and fro, the last person was going to suffer some consequences. You need to see the way I ran, like the continuation of the human race depended on me taking the first position. I ran with all my strength and thought that was going to be the end of everything but I was yet to receive a shocker. The same soldier now ordered us to carry our bags on our head. Thank heavens I packed light. There was this girl that packed all her family members cloth in her box, I didn't have any pity for her because nobody was having any on me.

We now carried our bags on our head and was matching time. They made us sing by force...
The soldiers were chanting
"Who send you?
"Who send you?

And we were replying
"na me send myself"..

There was about 5 other checkpoints that we passed through and we did the same thing over and over again till they were satisfied to let us go. It was at the last checkpoint that I lost it, the guy, "a Man'O'War" officer, a young guy that I am sure was younger than me took it personal. He made us to keep chanting "Otondo!" "Otondo!" like it was some kind of voodoo ritual. No matter how much we shouted, he still maintained that we weren't still audible enough. I went as far as shouting like that boss lady in KungFu hustle but he wasn't satisfied still.

I started wishing I was a pregnant woman or maybe even a nursing mother. I have already prepared to slump on the ground before a senior colleague of the guy asked us to leave.

Then came our rooms, a 4star hostel with state of the art equipments. From there was next to our registration place. The queue was longer than the great wall of China, what gave me hope was each time I looked back, the numbers behind me kept increasing.

The soldiers now forced us to go into the hall and sit down on the floor. I mean these people that are going to become leaders of tomorrow were made to sit on the floor against their wish. They made me sit on my certificate. A certificate that I crossed seven oceans and seven mountains for, a certificate that I killed dragons to get. They me made sit on it like it was just some plain piece paper that was going to be used to wrap Suya.

I sat on the cement floor for close to 4hours and when I stood up, I couldn't feel my butt anymore. It was as if I had a cement butt implant. And when it was about getting to my turn to register, they closed for the day.

I think this is soo much to just happen to someone in one day.

In a nutshell, today has been HELL but I didn't get to see Mazi Lucifer around. Maybe these soldiers are dealing with him too.

Lemme try and sleep and see if I would find some peace and quiet time alone.

But no! Ain't gonna happen, the Isselu-Uku mosquitoes have planned to do a welcome ceremony for each and everyone of us. A buffet service.

I hope the night doesn't become another massacre too.

#NYSC #OtondoCorper #CampExperience

I believe it was a sad, hectic and nice experience

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For karaye camp nothing like dis happen oo...na onli bad weather we battle with.
I mis karaye camp ooo

kachiz:
I am currently in Issele-Uku camp, Delta state.
#Day1 #02/06/2015
I left home today for the much awaited camp experience. Throughout the journey, I forgot to even pray for journey mercies, my only prayer point was "let there be GLO network in that camp" my subscription is just a week old and there isn't no way I am doing father Christmas for this Glo people.
This transport people took turns in Jobbing me. After all I was going to become an Otondo, you know what it means, right?
Just before I entered the gate, a girl blocked me and tried convincing me to patronize her, she said her camera company was going to take care of all the pictures that I was going to take throughout my stay in the camp, if only I will give her half of the money and complete the remaining later. As she spoke, I got lost in the awe of her beauty and didn't know when I agreed to do her bidding. "But I am an Otondo and so no blame should come on me".
I didn't know it was another jobbing, oh dear Stella! I cant believe you did this to me. I entered the camp and the picture story sounded something different. Stella told me that Obi was a boy but her colleagues had a different story, to them, Obi was an Igbo boy from Anambara state who imports rice and beans from Cotonou.
When I got to the gate, everything else changed. You guys didn't tell me it was going to be like this. They searched my bag and seized my belt which they tagged as contraband. Then at the first checkpoint the soldier ordered us drop our bags and run a 100meters+ distance to and fro, the last person was going to suffer some consequences. You need to see the way I ran, like the continuation of the human race depended on me taking the first position. I ran with all my strength and thought that was going to be the end of everything but I was yet to receive a shocker. The same soldier now ordered us to carry our bags on our head. Thank heavens I packed light. There was this girl that packed all her family members cloth in her box, I didn't have any pity for her because nobody was having any on me.
We now carried our bags on our head and was matching time. They made us sing by force...
The soldiers were chanting
"Who send you?
"Who send you?
And we were replying
"na me send myself"..
There was about 5 other checkpoints that we passed through and we did the same thing over and over again till they were satisfied to let us go. It was at the last checkpoint that I lost it, the guy, "a Man'O'War" officer, a young guy that I am sure was younger than me took it personal. He made us to keep chanting "Otondo!" "Otondo!" like it was some kind of voodoo ritual. No matter how much we shouted, he still maintained that we weren't still audible enough. I went as far as shouting like that boss lady in KungFu hustle but he wasn't satisfied still.
I started wishing I was a pregnant woman or maybe even a nursing mother. I have already prepared to slump on the ground before a senior colleague of the guy asked us to leave.
Then came our rooms, a 4star hostel with state of the art equipments. From there was next to our registration place. The queue was longer than the great wall of China, what gave me hope was each time I looked back, the numbers behind me kept increasing.
The soldiers now forced us to go into the hall and sit down on the floor. I mean these people that are going to become leaders of tomorrow were made to sit on the floor against their wish. They made me sit on my certificate. A certificate that I crossed seven oceans and seven mountains for, a certificate that I killed dragons to get. They me made sit on it like it was just some plain piece paper that was going to be used to wrap Suya.
I sat on the cement floor for close to 4hours and when I stood up, I couldn't feel my butt anymore. It was as if I had a cement butt implant. And when it was about getting to my turn to register, they closed for the day.
I think this is soo much to just happen to someone in one day.
In a nutshell, today has been HELL but I didn't get to see Mazi Lucifer around. Maybe these soldiers are dealing with him too.
Lemme try and sleep and see if I would find some peace and quiet time alone.
But no! Ain't gonna happen, the Isselu-Uku mosquitoes have planned to do a welcome ceremony for each and everyone of us. A buffet service.
I hope the night doesn't become another massacre too.
#NYSC #OtondoCorper #CampExperience

I was at that camp in 2010. My experience was not as bad as this. There was no mosquito except the last few days.
God be with you.

You are a great writer.I envy your courage at the field using the pen as a weapon of war.Awesome piece.

kachiz:
I am currently in Issele-Uku camp, Delta state.

#Day1 #02/06/2015

I left home today for the much awaited camp experience. Throughout the journey, I forgot to even pray for journey mercies, my only prayer point was "let there be GLO network in that camp" my subscription is just a week old and there isn't no way I am doing father Christmas for this Glo people.

This transport people took turns in Jobbing me. After all I was going to become an Otondo, you know what it means, right?

Just before I entered the gate, a girl blocked me and tried convincing me to patronize her, she said her camera company was going to take care of all the pictures that I was going to take throughout my stay in the camp, if only I will give her half of the money and complete the remaining later. As she spoke, I got lost in the awe of her beauty and didn't know when I agreed to do her bidding. "But I am an Otondo and so no blame should come on me".
I didn't know it was another jobbing, oh dear Stella! I cant believe you did this to me. I entered the camp and the picture story sounded something different. Stella told me that Obi was a boy but her colleagues had a different story, to them, Obi was an Igbo boy from Anambara state who imports rice and beans from Cotonou.

When I got to the gate, everything else changed. You guys didn't tell me it was going to be like this. They searched my bag and seized my belt which they tagged as contraband. Then at the first checkpoint the soldier ordered us drop our bags and run a 100meters+ distance to and fro, the last person was going to suffer some consequences. You need to see the way I ran, like the continuation of the human race depended on me taking the first position. I ran with all my strength and thought that was going to be the end of everything but I was yet to receive a shocker. The same soldier now ordered us to carry our bags on our head. Thank heavens I packed light. There was this girl that packed all her family members cloth in her box, I didn't have any pity for her because nobody was having any on me.

We now carried our bags on our head and was matching time. They made us sing by force...
The soldiers were chanting
"Who send you?
"Who send you?

And we were replying
"na me send myself"..

There was about 5 other checkpoints that we passed through and we did the same thing over and over again till they were satisfied to let us go. It was at the last checkpoint that I lost it, the guy, "a Man'O'War" officer, a young guy that I am sure was younger than me took it personal. He made us to keep chanting "Otondo!" "Otondo!" like it was some kind of voodoo ritual. No matter how much we shouted, he still maintained that we weren't still audible enough. I went as far as shouting like that boss lady in KungFu hustle but he wasn't satisfied still.

I started wishing I was a pregnant woman or maybe even a nursing mother. I have already prepared to slump on the ground before a senior colleague of the guy asked us to leave.

Then came our rooms, a 4star hostel with state of the art equipments. From there was next to our registration place. The queue was longer than the great wall of China, what gave me hope was each time I looked back, the numbers behind me kept increasing.

The soldiers now forced us to go into the hall and sit down on the floor. I mean these people that are going to become leaders of tomorrow were made to sit on the floor against their wish. They made me sit on my certificate. A certificate that I crossed seven oceans and seven mountains for, a certificate that I killed dragons to get. They me made sit on it like it was just some plain piece paper that was going to be used to wrap Suya.

I sat on the cement floor for close to 4hours and when I stood up, I couldn't feel my butt anymore. It was as if I had a cement butt implant. And when it was about getting to my turn to register, they closed for the day.

I think this is soo much to just happen to someone in one day.

In a nutshell, today has been HELL but I didn't get to see Mazi Lucifer around. Maybe these soldiers are dealing with him too.

Lemme try and sleep and see if I would find some peace and quiet time alone.

But no! Ain't gonna happen, the Isselu-Uku mosquitoes have planned to do a welcome ceremony for each and everyone of us. A buffet service.

I hope the night doesn't become another massacre too.

#NYSC #OtondoCorper #CampExperience

Funny enough I was there with you. Platoon 8 though.

Abeg if you see Dr farinu at camp please extend my greetings to him ooo, from lagusta....

kachiz.. getting the remainder of those beautiful piece over here ASAP

#Day2 #03/06/2015

I woke up by some minutes past 3am. I am not sure if the mosquitoes went ahead to carry out their plans. I am actually one of those few gifted people who whenever they lie down to sleep, they mean business and sleep. Nothing else from the outside world ever mattered during this sleep phase.

I still don't know how I was able to wake up by that time. The sleep was actually less than 2 hours, but an Otondo should be equal to any task.
Then came our bathing time, we had an outdoor Jacuzzi, I swear the morning was like throwback Marist Academy. The moment was magical to me, I don't expect you to understand.

We had our bath, went to the parade ground. We were now taught the NYSC anthem. It sounded cool even though I cant still sing it on my own. There is also a part of the anthem that I have sworn not to follow them and sing, the part they say "under the sun and in the rain". Today, the sun didn't come out but the rain dealt with us because we called it to come, I wasn't that surprised. Then the national anthem, will you believe that I couldn't recite our own anthem. Smh for me.

We now prayed and went back to seat on that floor again to complete the registration. This time around I felt more relaxed. I assumed the cemented floor to be a high quality sofa without back rest. it was till after some six hours plus that I got my kit and was assigned to platoon 8. Actually, It made me feel kind of good. But bad is never far fetched from any kind of good and of all the things in the kit, it was only the face cap that matched my head. I walked about in that hall for the next 2hours so that I will be able to do trade by barter with another person who had the same issue. Everybody's kit had one comma or the other. The khaki in particular was like canopy when I tried it on.
I missed lunch today because I was looking for who to trade with. NYSC I have missed you guys chaw 3times in a row, it wasn't going to happen again.

Parade!! was the next that came by 3:30pm. How was I supposed to go and start jumping up and down when the only thing that had found its way into my stomach today was just the free oxygen that everybody else was breathing and 2 sachets of water that I took too.

I wore the white shorts and polo and stepped out with the others. I don't know what heaven feels like but I think I had a glimpse of it during this moment, "heavenly feeling".

The next day was swearing in, so this soldier tried teaching us some new moves. To be very frank with you, what that soldier kept shouting was Something I never did understand but like Ivan Pavlov's dog I tried associating any of his shouts to the moves he made. It worked. God bless you Pavlov.

I went to the mami market later in the evening, the only place in camp that kind of feels like the outside world. I swallowed Egusi and fufu, mehn! this lady was an Egusi soup professional. You need to have seen the look on her face when I told her, "Aunty your soup is world class".

Toilets!, mehn I have not seen any since I came here. The few guys I have asked keep forming that they don't use the toilet like that. You see,me ehh I am a toilet person, after all whatever goes in must come out. I have held this thing for two days now and I have not found a way to take it out. Its not like I am Ajeebor pikin because some of the guys still said they went to the bush. But there is how this camp vegetation is, the way the grasses grew was against the law of "shot-putting". Even though I was an otondo, it wouldn't be good to do this in a place that is not a bush. So I held it together and hoped for a better tomorrow.

Today wasn't too bad shaa, unlike yesterday. Today was still registration day, maybe it might get worse from tomorrow, who knows?

#NYSC #OtondoCorper #CampExperience

cheries:

I was at that camp in 2010. My experience was not as bad as this. There was no mosquito except the last few days.
God be with you.

I didn't say there were mosquitoes there yet. I was only expecting the worst.

#Day3 04/06/2015

Today was something else.

The phrase "waking up from the wrong side of the bed", played a major part in my today. The thing is, my bunk is very close the wall so I was only left with one side to wake up from.
From the early morning parade, my Platoon "buy Job", the commandant punished us because he felt that we murmured while he was speaking. Our punishments ranged from frog jumps to lying on the ground with our white.

After the parade, I found it! What did I find? I found the toilet that has been hidden from me for the past 3days. All the while it was behind the hostel. Please is it easy to hold something down for 3 good days? did I not try? The toilet is..... (no details). If you are a Nigerian and live in Nigeria, I think you should know what it looks like.

I had already taken an oath not to miss any camp chaw and this morning I was going to eat their food for the first time. The chaw was Moi-moi and pap. They said I came late so the Pap finished some guys before it got to my turn. Nigeria will always be Nigeria. How can you people be under-cooking?? I walked back moodily to the hostel with my half chaw. My bunkmate then offered me his pap when he saw I didn't have any. I don't even know the guys name and we've been here for three days now and have been greeting each other everyday.

Today is going to be our inauguration /swearing-in so the dress code was the bogus Khaki that we got yesterday. I dressed up but the belt that was mine was bigger than my waist. I tried everything I could to adjust it well but at the end I ended up expanding it more. I finished on time but it was in trying to fix this belt that the bugle sounded and I lingered back trying to find someone to help me do it. A man'O'War officer later helped me do it after I Came down.
Then before me were me were my fellow prospectives corp members, my fellow latecomers were either squatting, kneeling or sitting on the ground. I joined them and squatted. For the fact that I wasn't a soldier, I gave up after sometime and knelt down with my Christmas khaki trousers. Then the RSM (I don't know what it means shaa, the same soldier that punished my platoon in the morning) made us walk on our knees. I was wearing this khaki for the first time, and this guy made me walk on my knees with it. I think this was what made my mood gloomy for the remaining part of the day. My khaki was stained on the knees and by my left pocket was a pink lipstick print, maybe one of the girls might have kissed my pockets while we were running about.

The swearing-In ceremony went on gradually. People fainted as we stood there and some of us still feigned the fainting. One chick was unlucky, she fainted beside a soldier and he said she was faking it. No one knows if her fainting was legit, the soldier chased all the Red cross guys that came to carry her away.

So we were prospective corp members (Otondos) before but today we became gentleman corpers.

Wee wee wee!!! Wah wah wah!!!

The evening parade came. My undersized nysc shoes have killed me. My toes are now sore. You need to see the way I catwalk. This woman now came with her wahala, the state coordinator. She spoke for some boring two hours. We all sat on the ground and listened. In this camp, the word "White" is never considered as a color.

Night chaw was jellof rice, by the time it got to my turn, the fish finished again. The woman just used her massive palm and packed the fish scraps remaining at the bottom of the bucket and dumped it in my flask. She didn't even fill my flask.

" Our laughter keeps us in the shade, both day and night we rest because we have emerged victors.".... copied from the camp hall wall.

#NYSC #OtondoBefore #CampExperience

You were classically conditioned indeed,only responding to stimuli by the soldiers ...........this part of your write ups,made me smile and remember my psychology lecturer..........Thanks bro,for a well shared camp details.........

#Day4 #05/06/2015

If you ask me, today was my own inauguration. The day began well, no buying of job. The Man'O'War guys took us for morning jogging after prayers and this has been my most enjoyed activity so far. I just felt like an earthling that have been long lost forgotten.
I was nominated for "Mr Pretty face" to represent Platoon 8. Because I shaved my Rick Ross beards before coming to camp, they now said I had a feminine face. The morning has been good so far.

Breakfast was tea and bread. I don't know what you guys mixed together to get this tea color. It doesn't taste like tea.

Today marked properly, the commencement of those boring lectures. I sat on the floor, crossed my legs and dozed off like nothing else mattered in this world of ours. I slept better than someone in a 4star hotel.
Lunch was porridge yam✔.

Evening parade came again. Not much rest anymore. Maybe this soldiers are preparing us to go and invade South Africa because of their last Xenophobia unrest. Platoon competitions were now upcoming, so people are now identifying with whatever it is they can do very well. I joined the 100m race guys and test ran. Took 2nd shaa. I ran alongside Usain Bolt today.

The evening was social night intro. This comedian in my hostel and my platoon too cracked dry jokes and refused to leave the stage upon all the booing. We kicked his ass when he came later in the night.

Oh lord! Everybody's shoe now produces thick odour. The water is rationed also.

#NYSC #CampExperience #Corper

Y did u stop writing

Nice writeup

following with keen interest

e b like say na delta camp strong pass cos for Kusala Dam nothing like this . lol

#Day5 #06/06/2015

Saturday in camp looked pretty much the same like a weekday. The only thing that made today a Saturday was that it was a Saturday in the outside world and my phone said Saturday too.

Prayers came with Man'O'war Jogging.
This man again, the RSM now gave everybody punishment to write down the names of about six officials, 100times for each name. That's about 600 names if you do the math. He didn't know that I was among the group of students who photocopied other peoples assignments back then in school. How does writing this number of names help in serving my fatherland? The worst that could happen was to "buy job" and I have already bought plenty since I came.

Then sanitation came. Did you ever participate in any of those kind of sanitation where about 50 people are asked to pick stuffs scattered on the field and at the end you discover its just about 20people that did the work. Trust me naa.
Everybody in the room is seriously writing this stuff even those that I thought their morale were higher than mine, even those that I thought if worst comes to worst, we will buy the Job together.

They have released to us our transport allowance. (#1500). Even some of us that came from far away Mogadishu were given the same thing people from Asaba got. Thats not fair.

The submission of the 600 names was supposed to be by 4pm and as at 3:40pm, I had written nothing. At last I went out with only about 40names I had managed to write, ready to bear any consequence that my action will bring. At the parade ground this chick in my platoon promised to give 100names from the one she had written, "wife material= 2 Dangote trucks". The RSM now said he will collect it the next day.

This evening I tried the 100m race again. I was unlucky this time. I ran with Chioma Ajunwa, Usain Bolt and Christiano Ronaldo and they knocked me out. I gave up and became a referee for them.

Night came, everybody went to watch Barca vs Juve. After the match, more than half of the room came back drunk, not because Barca won but because #MagaHasPaid. These peoples palm wine is wonderful. I will try it out tomorrow.

Tomorrow is Sunday, I hope there will be no parade.

#NYSC #CampExperince #YeyeCorper

reading these pieces just make me giggle..

Guys after day 6 update, I will wish you guys drop some comments. Especially the ghost readers. I want to know how good or how bad it is and maybe to boost my yeye Ego small
Criticisms are welcomed too.

#Day6 #07/06/2015

Today is Sunday, the day that is Sunday is supposed to be different from the others.
For the first time in 5days I slept for more than 8hours. Rain ushered in the morning to us, the sleep now became heavenly.
There was no morning parade today, thank you lord for making Sunday a day of rest for us all I woke up around 8am. This rain wanted to help me actualize this my plan of not going to church. It didn't want to stop.

Breakfast was Tea (something that looked like tea), bread(rubber bread) and egg. I brought it back to the room and dropped the cup under my bed then this guy looking for bucket came and kicked my cup of tea as he wanted to check if my bucket was empty. He spilled my tea on the ground, 80% of it.

Have you ever been in this kind of situation before? Where someone will start chorusing sorry to you after the deed has already been done. My tea was there flowing freely on the floor and this guy was here telling me sorry. I didn't even bother to look at him and I told him to go. "Sorry" is among the words that should be removed from the dictionary.

Then I went to church, I got there during communion time. My year 2 philosophy lecturer will always say "its the intention that mattered most more than the action itself". This justified it for me. Maybe next week I will take a peek at the camp mosque.

Lunch was white rice and reddish water. The news that there was chicken in the chaw made the queue extraordinary long. Even the corpers that served in far back 2012 and 2013 were in the line with us and all those chicks that have been "anti-kitchen" were all equally present. They added something they called chicken, it seemed the chickens while they were alive took more of calcium supplements than something that was supposed to give them flesh. But we still ate and crunched it in good faith.

Platoon soccer competitions started. I went to try out in the drama section of my platoon, after a while there I didn't need any holy spirit to tell me that I didn't belong there.

I tried out that palm wine later in the evening. These delta people has hyped it too much. It wasn't sweet but it wasn't bad either. Since it came in plastic cans, there was no indication of the alcohol percentage in it. Almost all my hostel mates were all out there too sipping their various poisons.

We were chased back to the room some minutes to 10pm, this was when the 2nd episode of the night started playing. This guy that kept making mouth that he could drink down the headquarters of Nigerian breweries came inside and climbed on someone's bed. When he was asked to move, he stood up and then sprayed everywhere with all he had taken in that day. It was a mess! The superman of our room has messed up big time.
I have gotten a nickname, we are about three light skinned guys in the room. One is "bleaching cream", the other is Mirinda (the drunk guy), and then me "escape albino season 2". Then we have this guy that takes corn in the morning, afternoon and night. All cool people.

#NYSC #CampExperience #Ajuwaya

Nice write up. Following. What a life time experience of NYSC

Following, nice story, what I enjoy about ur write up is the comic relieve, I was just smiling as am reading

#Day7 #08/06/2015

Monday again! The only weekday that is responsible for the most number of heart attacks. If you shared a questionnaire in the whole camp, nobody will ever want the Sunday to finish.

The morning jogging isn't fun anymore, the Man'O'war guy that knows how to give us gyrating songs has stopped coming to chill with our wonderful platoon 8 for reasons best known to him. This morning parade is gradually becoming less fun and fun as the days drag by.

These guys gave us beans and garri for breakfast and after they will still expect me not to sleep away my worries as they deliver those their boring lectures. Before they even started their lectures, yours sincerely already had dosed off.
6 hours sitting on a chunk of wood that was supposed to be used as firewood by the kitchen people, mehn there is no fairness in that.
This man that is a lecturer is teaching us skill acquisition, why is he teaching kwanu? Is teaching now a skill that is acquired too?

Evening parade came, everybody "bought job". What we did is still unknown. it started raining while we were still on the parade ground. Our platoon commander now made us recite the NYSC anthem, she made us repeat the part that said "under the sun and in the rain" severally, we got served!

The tap water now looks like it is mixed with milk and Milo to serve as tea. My skin is gradually peeling off and my humble self is gradually becoming a mutant. Maybe by the end of the week I might have grown Wolverine's claw(Iron ) and hopefully before all these camping is done, I will be looking forward to becoming Mystique.

Morale is gradually diminishing.

#NYSC #CampExperience #Ajuwaya

Kudos to you for your entertaining journals of camp experience.......

I'm so enjoying this write up.. more pls

Of all that is left is the picture. Kachis,do the needful