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***** My Life After Camp (NYSC )
Episode 1
Do you believe in fate?
My love life with chifawu kicked off on a pinky start. She
loved with all innocence and naivety of a teenager; trustful,
faithful, innocent and not withholding.
Actually, she was withholding one thing. . .
Sex
I was not worried at first. I loved the innocence that
showed on her eyes whenever she looked at me, I love the
smiles on her face when we are together, I love the fact
that she almost couldn’t stay without me. We were always
seen together at all times, so much that we were
nicknamed "Love-birds".
The next week after I submitted my ppa letter to Fed. Poly
idah, I checked back to get a response from the human
resource manager of the school.
“young man, we’ve been waiting for you!’ he exclaimed
after going through the copy of the ppa letter I had given
to him. He searched his drawer for a file he had kept all the
letters from corp members posted to the school.
He brought out mine and handed it back to me. At the
bottom page, an inscription had been made on my letter.
It was directed to the coordinator, part time program
(continuous education program) of the poly.
He gave me the directions to the office block of the cec
program and asked me to inquire about the coordinator.
I met the coordinator on his way out. I had asked the
secretary and he pointed to one stout man with thick lips,
thick eyebrows with hairs protruding out of his ears and
nostrils.
He looked very irritated that I had stopped him from
entering his car, but the look on his face changed when he
saw I was a corp member.
“can I help you?” he asked.
I showed him my ppa letter and informed him I was
posted to the unit. His looks brightened when he scanned
through my letter.
“let us go inside my office.” He said, leading the way into
his nice office.
We passed a general office with a secretary and entered
the door that had the tag; “Director of Continuous
education” and I sat on a sit, facing a desk with another tag
“Dr. Aneide.”
He explained to me how the continuous education
program, otherwise called part time program at the poly
works. It was a part time program introduced by the
school for students who were engaged in full-time work or
busy on the weekdays. The students attend lectures only
on Friday afternoons and Saturdays, just twice per week.
Not all departments where listed in the cec program as it
was by the choice of the department to be enlisted. Any
Head of department that wishes to include his/her
department in the program must ensure that they provide
at least three lecturers that will handle courses related to
the department. The lecturers are paid on pay as you
teach basis, with allowances for lectures, marking test
scripts, marking exams and grading papers.
He informed me that for the meantime, I would be
handling some of the general courses offered by the
students which included calculus (mathematics related
courses).
I was sort of in a disadvantaged position, I thought. I was
to be attached to the cep unit, so I wouldn’t be getting
allowances for the lectures I give, just the end of month
allowance the cep unit will be paying me. The pay wasn’t all
that wonderful, and I had to find an accommodation for
myself.
He asked me to return the next day so that the o secretary
can open a file for me with my credentials, and give me the
course outline and course content of the course or
courses I would handle as the case may be.
When I got to the hostel, chifawu was waiting outside. She
had absolutely estranged herself from the other female
corp members at the hostel. She claims they were ‘busy-
bodies’ that only gossip about each other.
We both were still at the corpers lodge in the local
government council. Her ppa, government girls secondary
school was rounding off for the term, so the principal
asked her to return for the next term, after which her
accommodation would be ready. She wanted to travel
home immediately, but stayed back because she loved
staying with me. She insisted she would travel once I
sorted myself out.
She came up to me when I returned from the poly that day
to ask how my trip was. I told her everything that
happened. She tried encouraging me, informing me that
everything would turn out great.
Together, we headed to the only place we found solace at
the corper’s lodge; the c.l.o’s room. The community laison
officer (clo) was a fellow corper; like a platoon leader at
camp, only that he/she had to take care of all corpers
serving at the local government. He had his own room at
the corper’s lodge where we were, and since he was
always busy at the nysc office, chifawu and I found solace
in his room, and used it anytime we feel like reducing the
pressure building up between us.

***** MyLife After Camp (NYSC )
Episode 2



As usual, we kissed and smooched and romanced: but no
action.
She let me handle her bare b’re.as’t, suck on her ni’pplee’s,
moaning softly as I do this; yet, no action.
We had earlier quarreled about her up-tightness when it
comes down to sex. She had bluntly refused the idea of
sex on the first stance, saying she wasn’t ready for it yet.
We resorted to deep intimate actions with no real
satisfaction! Actions that would lead to my di’c’kk getting
hard for hours but finally succumbing to the frustration
and resting as a limp in between my legs. I had begged and
begged to no avail. I already knew she was a virgin before
she told me. She exhibited typical virgin tendencies; loves
romance, cuddling and kissing without going the whole
nine yards! It was so frustrating for me, I had to bare my
mind.
“don’t worry, soon, very soon. I just need time.” She kept
on promising me, yet the time seems not to be coming.
The next day, we found ourselves alone on the room. That
afternoon, as both of us lay on the bed, she made her
usual advances at me, but I didn’t respond.
“what’s wrong?” she asked. “Are you still worried about the
polytechnic?” she asked.
“no, I’m worried about us, we aren’t making any headway.”
I informed her. I wasn’t really in the mood to start her
usual endless romance without getting actions, so I
fronted the talk again. She tried initiating the romance
again but I remained cold towards her. Finally, she gave up
and opted for a thorough discussion.
She made her points known, that she loved me enough to
go all the way with me, but she needed something from
me.
“whats that?’ I asked.
“you need to get tested for H.I.V first!” she said.
I was surprised at her demand. If that was what she
needed, she should have told me all these while.
“I have condoms.” I announced to her.
“no, I need to know I’m safe with you. I’m all in this and I
don’t know how reliable those condoms are. Please, just
do the test for me.” She insisted.
I took it as a flimsy excuse. I felt she was just trying to grab
on straws and make up excuses for not going intimate
with me. Then the sooner I get tested and present the
result, the earlier I tap into that secluded warm c’un’ntt
that has been waiting for me all these while.
“I will do it.” I announced to her. “But we both have to do it
together.” I added, just as an after-thought. She agreed to
it with a smile on her face. She bent over and kissed me,
this time around, I responded to her.
‘I love you so much, with all my heart.” She said to me.
“I love you too.” I responded.
If H.I.V test was what it takes to tap that lovely a’r’se and
seal the relationship, then what am I waiting for? I thought
to myself.
That night, we had the best romance of all times. It was so
hot and passionate as we explored each other’s bodies,
turning on the very source of our passion as we got
tangled on the web of romance.
Yet there was no satisfaction!

***** My Life After Camp (NYSC )
Episode 3



The next day, I returned to the polytechnic to open the file
as directed by the coordinator.
He signed my acceptance letter and introduced me to the
secretary to open a file for me. The secretary gave me
some forms to fill while he attended to some students who
had one problem or the other.
I left the polytechnic feeling disappointed at my choice of
ppa. This was not what I expected. Ms Enoh had painted a
great picture of the polytechnic for me and I dived without
having a second thought. I went outside the school gate
and looked around. There were many private hostels
offering off camp accommodation to mostly students. I
ventured further and saw all kind of houses. Some were
erected by the locals; occupying some of the rooms and
renting some out to students.
I was already exhausted, so I planned on coming the next
day to look for accommodation.
“otondo!” someone called as I was about to head to the
road to board a taxi to the corper’s lodge. Otondo was a
slang used in referring to a fresh corp member that just
left camp. It was more like a military lexicon used at
military camp to indicate fresh recruit, probably someone
that still doesn’t know the norms of his new environment.
I turned round and saw an unfamiliar face smiling at me.
He looked young with his blue jean and white polo. My first
guess was that he was a corper.
I was right.
He introduced himself as Mike, an ex-corper that just
passed out before we our batch entered camp. I
introduced myself and informed him I was posted to the
cec unit. The look on his face showed excitement as he
screamed in what I could term as an excited voice.
“congrats bros?” he exclaimed. “You don hammer!”
I didn’t understand what he meant so I asked for
clarification. He informed me that the cec and pre-nd units
where the best and easiest places to make quick money.
When he informed me of the money the guy was offering to
pay me, he waved it aside.
“forget that chicken change!” he told me. “cec students are
big boys and girls, that is where you make your money;
from organising test every week, to being strict on
attendance, to selling lecture material! Before the end of
the semester, you will be smiling to your bank.” He said,
smiling at me like I was the bank.
I needed to learn more about what mike was saying, so I
followed him to his room.
Mike explained to me that he served at the poly also, but
was unfortunate to be posted as an admin staff working at
one of the departments. But he insisted that the best
places to serve were the part-time program, pre-nd
program and at the exams and records unit. It was mike
that opened my eyes to the realities of the polytechnic and
the possible ways of milking money from the students.
We were interrupted when a girl walked into the room.
Mike introduced her as his girl friend, who happened to be
a student of the polytechnic.
“what are you still doing in idah since you’ve passed out?” I
asked mike, after wondering why he was still hanging
around the school vicinity.
“wetin I dey go find for house?” he replied and his girl
friend chuckled.
“there is no work in this country, so I have to hang around
here and see if anything comes up.” He said.
Mike explained that he has enrolled to do his masters
program at the kogi state university, and he was keen to
hang around the school to see if employment opportunity
could open up and he could fix himself.
The girl friend walked into the kitchen to prepare food, as
she had been picking beans ever since she entered the
room. It was a cool self contained room in a nice hostel
occupied by students. I asked how much the rent of the
room was and he informed me. It was quite on the high
side, but he insisted it was ok, that any cheaper room
around will have one problem or another; if not light, then
its water, or security, or small room space and lots more.
“are there empty rooms available?” I asked him. If he said
the room was ok for the price, then there was no need
looking around for house.
“none for now. But some occupants will move anytime
from now.”
I exchanged contact with mike and left. If what he told me
was true, then my service year was back to the promising
year of sex and comfort it was planned to be.

I will continue tomorrow,
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@mayorleo pls don't abandon this story. More grease to ur elbow.

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***** My Life After Camp (NYSC )
Episode 3



The next day, I returned to the polytechnic to open the file
as directed by the coordinator.
He signed my acceptance letter and introduced me to the
secretary to open a file for me. The secretary gave me
some forms to fill while he attended to some students who
had one problem or the other.
I left the polytechnic feeling disappointed at my choice of
ppa. This was not what I expected. Ms Enoh had painted a
great picture of the polytechnic for me and I dived without
having a second thought. I went outside the school gate
and looked around. There were many private hostels
offering off camp accommodation to mostly students. I
ventured further and saw all kind of houses. Some were
erected by the locals; occupying some of the rooms and
renting some out to students.
I was already exhausted, so I planned on coming the next
day to look for accommodation.
“otondo!” someone called as I was about to head to the
road to board a taxi to the corper’s lodge. Otondo was a
slang used in referring to a fresh corp member that just
left camp. It was more like a military lexicon used at
military camp to indicate fresh recruit, probably someone
that still doesn’t know the norms of his new environment.
I turned round and saw an unfamiliar face smiling at me.
He looked young with his blue jean and white polo. My first
guess was that he was a corper.
I was right.
He introduced himself as Mike, an ex-corper that just
passed out before we our batch entered camp. I
introduced myself and informed him I was posted to the
cec unit. The look on his face showed excitement as he
screamed in what I could term as an excited voice.
“congrats bros?” he exclaimed. “You don hammer!”
I didn’t understand what he meant so I asked for
clarification. He informed me that the cec and pre-nd units
where the best and easiest places to make quick money.
When he informed me of the money the guy was offering to
pay me, he waved it aside.
“forget that chicken change!” he told me. “cec students are
big boys and girls, that is where you make your money;
from organising test every week, to being strict on
attendance, to selling lecture material! Before the end of
the semester, you will be smiling to your bank.” He said,
smiling at me like I was the bank.
I needed to learn more about what mike was saying, so I
followed him to his room.
Mike explained to me that he served at the poly also, but
was unfortunate to be posted as an admin staff working at
one of the departments. But he insisted that the best
places to serve were the part-time program, pre-nd
program and at the exams and records unit. It was mike
that opened my eyes to the realities of the polytechnic and
the possible ways of milking money from the students.
We were interrupted when a girl walked into the room.
Mike introduced her as his girl friend, who happened to be
a student of the polytechnic.
“what are you still doing in idah since you’ve passed out?” I
asked mike, after wondering why he was still hanging
around the school vicinity.
“wetin I dey go find for house?” he replied and his girl
friend chuckled.
“there is no work in this country, so I have to hang around
here and see if anything comes up.” He said.
Mike explained that he has enrolled to do his masters
program at the kogi state university, and he was keen to
hang around the school to see if employment opportunity
could open up and he could fix himself.
The girl friend walked into the kitchen to prepare food, as
she had been picking beans ever since she entered the
room. It was a cool self contained room in a nice hostel
occupied by students. I asked how much the rent of the
room was and he informed me. It was quite on the high
side, but he insisted it was ok, that any cheaper room
around will have one problem or another; if not light, then
its water, or security, or small room space and lots more.
“are there empty rooms available?” I asked him. If he said
the room was ok for the price, then there was no need
looking around for house.
“none for now. But some occupants will move anytime
from now.”
I exchanged contact with mike and left. If what he told me
was true, then my service year was back to the promising
year of sex and comfort it was planned to be.

I will continue tomorrow,
Guys, It's actually my first time of posting here and the least you can do to keep this piece flowing is to like and comment,
Thanks...

I have like and also commented you better give us update now because I no wan vex.