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nawtibownie:
Nice story. Did the guy with you in the bush who went back for his certificates get them?

yes he did, that was why he was feeling like a king after we all came out of the bush, check the blog for new diary posts

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The week that followed my entrance into NYSC was so hectic for me. I got sick and couldn’t eat for close to 3 days. It was not even the trauma and shock I had when we were robbed nor the fact that I was far away from home. I just got sick for no just reason, I probably wanted to go back home as that would even be the 1st time I will be travelling so far away from home.


The farthest I ever did then was when I was in my 400 level. I travelled down to Ekiti State to conduct a survey with one of my lecturers in the University, so travelling a long distance was never my thing. I also remembered travelling to Akure in Ondo state at a point to rescue a sinking relationship with my girlfriend of that time. Funny enough, we never saw throughout my stay in Akure. I came back to Lagos with pieces of the sunken relationship.

I was told by the Medical doctor at the clinic that I would need to be injected, which I totally objected to but I was told I had no option. I succumbed and watched this pretty lady draw down my white shorts and inserted that needle into my buttocks. I still can’t fathom in until today why I didn’t feel any pain on that day.

In the 2nd week in camp, some guys came in from Zenith Bank hoping to recruit corps members and asked that members that are between the ages of 20-22 should only apply. I wonder where they would see those set of people. Not in that age when you don’t gain admission into the University if you had not grown beards. Fortunately I would be 22 that same month, so I applied.

We had to sneak out of camp for the interview, and surprisingly, the interview was to be held in Onitsha. That morning, I dressed in my mufti and pretended to be one of these locals that come into camp to sell. I had given a guy my Khaki to help keep in his bag. I rolled up my trousers and walked out confidently. The security man at the gate did not even question me as I was no different from a buns seller.

I met some other corps members on my way out and we all headed down to Onitsha. Funny enough, we were just 3 that had the interview and we were those 3 that went there together. Others could not meet up in one way or the other.

After the interview, we were given a pack of Lunch and told if we were eventually taken, we might even be retained at the end of the service year. I thought to myself at that moment that this is just a blessing in disguise. While on the way back to the camp, I noticed my fellows just kept mute in the bus and I wondered what could be happening. We got to camp and went our way.

It was at that moment I realized my phone had been switched off since morning due to low battery. I took it to the batteries charger there in camp. Later in the evening when I switched on the phone ,a message beeped and it was from the bank asking me to forward my NYSC number and other details.

The message had been sent since afternoon. Then did I understand what was going on in the bus. The other corps members had received the message too but decided to keep mute, thinking I didn’t receive same message. I just smiled and called the man in charge, he asked me to forward the details, which I did. I thought e don set for me at that moment, my life don better.



On the day we were leaving camp, I was just so filled with joy and and trying to imagine how life would be serving in the bank. It was going to be massive, it was going to be a blast. I was going to flex. When it was time to get our PPA letters, I wasn’t as anxious as others since I knew where I was going. I got my call up letter and opened it. I just stood still at that moment like I had been stung by a jelly fish. I was posted to Igwebuike Boys Grammar School, Awka.

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missKiffy:
Same happened to me but it just stopped on its on

I need that miracle, I don't wanna die now

I will be having my passing out
parade in a few weeks. Looking
back into the service year, it looks
just like yesterday when i got my
posting letter to go serve my
Motherland


I was with my Ex- girlfriend on that
fateful day, when a friend called
me and told me i had been posted
to Anambra State, i leaped with Joy,
because it had always been my
dream to serve in the East. I guess
you all should know my reason for
that.


The following week, i was at the
Umunya Orientation Camp, Uyi
Local Government, Anambra State.
Just some few kilometers from the
Commercial town of Onitsha. I
remembered being told to safe
guard my luggage while we were
approaching Onitsha as the boys
over there don't smile.


As if the other passengers had
envisaged the incident, while we
were at the park, another bus
coming from Lagos arrived and as
the passengers were alighting from
the bus, an innocent little boy just
approached this dude and asked if
he could assist with his bad, the
guy consented and the boy was
trailing behind him.


All of a sudden, the boy
disappeared into crowd and the guy
just stood there with his mouth
opened wide. A bigger guy moved
closer to him and whispered into
his ears.
The bus to take us down to the
Camp arrived and we all boarded, it
was in the bus i noticed the guy
that had his bag frisked away right
before his eyes beside me and he
didn't seem to have recovered from
the shock.


He just kept staring into space and i
wondered if an Airplane was in the
bus. I asked him what the bigger
guy told him and he replied '' What
did you wants to know?'' I
apologized and managed to give a
little smile discreetly, the guy just
murdered the Queen's English.
On our way to the camp, the driver
got off a phone call and just
stopped the bus abruptly and said
to us '' Armu Robbas dey front,
everybody come do wn.'' I said ''
Wetin you say, Army Urban or
what?'' but at that moment, I
happened to be the only one left in
the bus, I wondered how all other
guys got down from the bus.


I followed suit and we all ran into a
nearby bush. A guy among us said
he needed to go back to retrieve his
Certificates and other valuables, no
one even answered him, it was
later we got to know he is a 1st
class graduate in his school and
probably felt the certificates are
more important than life. He went
and retrieved his documents
anyways.


After some few minutes, we all got
back to the road only to discover
the driver and the bus gone. It was
like magic. The driver was the
''Armu Robba'' and we had all
been '' robbad'' . I just stood there
and i guessed it was my turn to
open wide my mouth.


The 1st class student was staring at
us all and am so sure he would be
trying to visualize the grade we all
left school with as he happened to
have taken the best decision of his
life.


Fortunately for me, my phone was
with me and my wallet. We all
decided to start trekking and picking
on vehicles that were passing by.
Thinking if this should be
happening on my 1st day of Youth
Service, how would the rest of the
year be for me?


I eventually got to the camp around
evening time and I just went for
registration and off to bed. Couldn't
even call home to narrate my
ordeal to them.
The guy that was robbed at Onitsha,
Femi, coincidentally, happened to
be my bunk mate and when we
were about to sleep he stood up
and whispered to my ear ''
Welcome to Onitsha'' I asked what
that meant and he said that was
exactly what the big guy said to him
at Onitsha.

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