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Written by Wealth

In 2015, when I was 15years, I broke up with my boyfriend. Timi and I had been together for 3 years, and there was no good reason to end. Things. He was an exceptional person, intelligent, good - looking, loyal and kind. My friend, many of whom have someone dating were confused and surprised, I was also confused and surprised. To account for my behavior, all I had were tangible yet undeniable conviction something was missing, I was to small to do some things.

That period, thing were unpleasant. I barely ate for sobbing all the time. I missed Timi desperately, his calm and sure voice, the sweetly fastidious way he folded his shirts. But on good days, I felt that I'd done the right thing. Learning to be alone would make me a person. On bad days, I feared I would be alone forever. But the questions have been asked by many is that, what led to my break up ?.

It was a question I don't want people to ask me because the reasons was not as good to say, I can't say the reasons without crying but there was a day a very good friend of mine, kept asking and demanding for an answer, because she said "she never want me to break up with the guy", she almost got me angry on that fateful day. She kept imploring me to tell her. But I has no choice that to tell her. I told her to promise me never to tell another person in which she did immediately. I am about to tell the story of my last boyfriend , she paid a rapt attention to me. Her concentration wasn't altered even by the noise of the children in the neighborhood playing and laughing out loud outside.

I changed the position I was sitting, I told her how much I loved Timi, I still do, I told her much I suffered myself just because of Timi, I told her how much I spend my time with him almost daily, I told her how I skipped classes because of him.

She pestered me to tell her more, to tell her the things we did together. I didn't want to because I felt I was our private life, but I did tell her a little, I told her about the first day I kissed him. The kiss lasted for a very long time and I had my lips in another colour, I told her how we smooched and lots more...

I told her the way I treated his siblings especially her sister, who was my best friend then, we do things in common then. I told her how we met in a love garden (a corner in mystreet), how I was shy to kiss him publicly.

But the real problem I faced for the good 3 years was that, Timi wasn't satisfied with all I did and gave him. He rather double dated, which I disliked a lot, he kept dating different types of girls day by day, and this made me jealous. He always give me the excuses like he wants to please his sexual urge, which I was unable to do. I cried almost every night thinking about him, I never concentrated on my studies anylonger. I call him severally and his number was always busy, I would angrily disconnect the call, and resolve to thinking about who he was talking to for that long. I knew he saw my missed calls but he always fail to call back.

There was a day I logged unto his facebook account. Then a message from a girl he was dating in his church came in. I was so sad, and I didn't know what else to do. I cried and cried all through the night and was unable to sleep. I could bring myself to call or text him that night. Just because I didn't know what to do, I know I would react in another way and he will expect me to beg him, in which I can't do.

Then I visited him and next day, I told him everything, he was shocked and started pleading, I didn't know what to do, he told me it was a real relationship he was having with her. I was disheartened and I asked for a break in our relationship. He pleaded with me, and told me he will sort things out which he never did.

Someone who attended their church, who was also a classmate of mine told me what they both do together in church, how they both walk around hand in hand. I wAs shocked and yet I never reacted.


It was later in the year, around christmas time, we were together, we chatted for hours, played roughly, hugged, kissed and even smooched. Then all over a sudden, I told him I wanted a break up again. It was like he was expecting it this time. It was like he doesn't love me like before. It was like this new girl has taken away all his attention from me. My own timilehin doesn't care anylonger. He said he wasn't willing to hurt me anymore. Which wasn't an excuse to me. Well since he agreed this time around to us breaking the relationship. I wasn't really happy with it deep down, but I just have to let go.

His sister didn't believe it when I told her, because of the way he saw us behaving some minutes earlier, even his elder brother, they never thought we could break up, but when their brother (my timi) doesn't love me anylonger, I had no choice.

For some days, I was really devastated, I wasn't myself, I was trying to figure out if it was all a dream or if all that happened was real.

I thought about the three years we spent together. Thought of how I spent my money on him. It was like I was duped, but it's nothing.

My classmates who knew we were dating never believed me when I informed them we broke up. They kept asking what happened ?

And I answered saying "Love Left Us".

I never stopped loving him till date. But I had to force my self and make myself believe am over it. We still talked, and chat like friends, but with no string attached. I just love him for who he his and who he was. But had to let go.

The End

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Episode 23

I decided to be a runway model. I had the looks, the build & the height to succeed as a model or so I thought. I went for the audition and I was the only guy selected, hmm my luck. So had to moved to lagos, which was where the company was based. But who do I know I lagos self.
I scrolled through my phone book. Check names after names, to see if I have a paddy in lagos, because I don’t want to go into boredom.
Lo and behold, I found one, a yy guy i met back then I akure, krissh introduced him to me as his brother from another mother who came to akure then. And we became friends back then, we rolled together. Not until lately when things change and we didn’t just contact each other any longer, I decided to call krissh first to ask if the guy was still in lasgidi.
Me : hello kvng of life
Krissh : (chuckles) real recognition.
Me : how far now ?
Krissh : I’m okay, just here living my life.
How has been your service in the north.
Me : omo lot of things don happen o.
This NYSC of a thing is just a waste. You won’t believe the school where I was posted to for my PPA, none of them understood English. Geez don’t know why it’s called a school sef.
Krissh: (laughing out loud) you don’t mean it. How are you now coping.
Me : woo I just do go there once in a while for my clearance letter. Have just been flexing until thing are about to take a new turn.
Krissh : henen what do you mean ?
Me : decided to be a runway model, for now still I park and go.
Krissh : shake my head. You are full of surprises. What’s that for now.
Me : woss, that’s a story for another time. Right now I’d been leaving for lagos anytime soon. So just wanna ask if that igbo friend of yours “Olisa” still they there.
Krissh : you dey craze. You don’t have his number ba ?
Me : chill, just answer me. I have my reasons.
Krissh : okay his still there.
Me : alright, we go dey talk online now.
Krissh : indeed .
Me : okay sha bye.
Hung up
Then decided to call the Olisa of a guy.
He picked up by the second round the phone was ringing.
Me : hello chairman.
Olisa : boss mi, you remember me today. Omo gat to head to church for thanksgiving o.
Me : (laughing) are you whining me ?, I didn’t neglect you before now, na we we.
Olisa : hmmmn indeed, how far now? They last time I heard from you, you said you are going for your service, are you now through?
Me : not really jae, I’m coming to lasgidi, this weekend ni, and it’s seems like it’s alone you I sabi for there.
Olisa : oga mi no problem now, sha bring money along for boys.
Me : you are high.
Text me your address sha. I’d let you know when am around.
Olisa : okay now
Hung up.
Packed my stuffs, and drove all the way to lasgidi the next day.
I first lodge into a hotel to relax of all the driving I did. I then called Olisa to come and join me their, so we could head to his place together.
Soon he joined me, in the room, and I briefed him about the reason for my stay in lasgidi.
To my greatest surprise. He was into modeling also. from there I do stay in his house and at times I sleep at the hotel, but my luggages where primarily in his house.
When am not attending to my body, I’d be hustling on my pc. One way or the other, money must be made.
With time, we do go to he gym to work out. We were regular customers at the gym so naturally. Since I knew Olisa was a model , I was interested & knew I could become
a model as well given I had better features than he possessed. So through Olisa, I became a full time model.
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The modeling world isn’t for the regular Joe I must say. I found myself in the midst of insanely pretty women, so I didn’t really mind the fact it took me several months to land a spot in a fashion show. It was during this show I met a popular modeling agent called John Smith, who was willing to have me on his books in his agency but on a condition. I told him I’d do anything to get signed.
So he handed me his card. I called him the next day & we arranged a meeting. I didn’t suspect anything when he asked we met at Radison Blue, a posh hotel situated at Victoria Island. I called him at the reception & he
instructed the receptionist to send me upstairs to his room. I was surprised because I thought we were meeting for drinks but still I said to myself, ‘this dude runs a modeling agency, maybe he’s upstairs with one of the many bombshells he manages’. So I was smiling on my way to his room.
I knocked on the door & he asked that I entered, he’d left the door unlocked for me.

As soon as I walked through the door, I couldn’t believe what I saw with my eyes.
Lying sideways on the bed, with nothing but a red G-string on, was John Smith smiling seductively at me.

To be continued.

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Episode 22

The group seven GSU students who approached us once that they want to join our group, approached us again one day on the field. They assumed we were cultists in our university days, so wanted to ‘belong’. James & I didn’t treat them seriously but Alex, being the cunning fella he was, decided to play along. We ended up collecting 10,000 naira from each of these wannabe gangsters as membership fee. Alex had them believe it would take months before their initiation
because we couldn’t initiate them without our ‘leader’ who lived in the South. He assured them that pretty soon our leader would arrive Gombe to perform the rites. They bought the story hook, line & sinker.

I really don’t find clients on facebook. Except for the Miss. Rose who I do legit with,
I simply don’t understand how boys waste their time on facebook?! No maga to pay… but I am forced to sign-up (by Alex actually). Killing two birds with one stone… I opened a new yahoo mail, ID: Barbara Simpson, 20 years old and an aspiring model. I also downloaded lots of pictures for my new identity, very sexy. Barbara Simpson would have.

Day to day I would be at home either hustling or clubbing. Seriously I never felt wasted in my life like this. I was making lots and lots of money though. But likewise I was wasteful, wasn’t conscious of my spending, I flash my money at any slight instant.

Social Life in Gombe was unexpectedly fun. NYSC Doctors, Bankers & Gombe United footballers were the biggest boys in town. I still think its unfair that those Doctors received over 90,000 naira while ‘ordinary corpers’ were receiving 9,500 naira as ‘Allowee’. We
didn’t let the Federal government’s injustice affect us though, we balled!

Following our reputation within the walls of GSU, we became friends with another set of students, these ones were the most popular boys in school. They were socially-aware rich kids. They had money to blow & fine girls in tow. I became particularly close with 1 of them, samkay (real name samuel), a yoruba boy from Kwara state because of our physical resemblance. We were often asked if we were brothers. Showboy was the most popular
boy in school, the school’s Social Director.
These kids showed us the life in Gombe. Among them was Yaks, a Fulani boy whose maternal granddad was the then Deputy Governor of Bauchi State. During the
Ramadan fasting, Yak would invite us to his house by 7pm daily to ‘break fast’. We were feasting every night, Fulani style! They made some weird dishes though. My favourite was ‘Massa’ with chicken sauce. I also enjoyed
their ‘Kunu’ mixed with groundnut powder & lots of milk!

Yaks was a Ladies man, helped by his extreme good looks & fat pocket. Through him I met Aminat, a light- skinned Fulani damsel. Hadi (as she was fondly called), was a beauty to behold. Elegant with flawless skin, her smile would melt any man’s heart. She had her secondary school education in Lagos, so it was easy to relate with her, as she was a lot more enlightened than most indigenes. We became an item, much to the chagrin of other female students.

To be fair & not to sound self-absorbed, I was blessed with charming good looks myself, 6ft tall & with surfboard abs. Complement
that with a wicked dress sense and you’ll understand why women simply can’t resist me.

My feelings for Alimant at that time, was the closest I had gotten to being in love. I say this because, I wasn’t in a hurry to get her in bed. I actually took my time with her
which was new to me then. I know some of the ladies reading this would quickly label me a player. I have always treated my women with maximum respect & care.

As a matter of fact, I have really have any good relationship. I simply belong to the school of thought that says, why date when you can just have fun and freestyles! Well with Aminat it was different. I was content with pre-intimacy. She had the softest lips & was
inexperienced in the art of kissing. She was ready to learn though & I was more than a willing teacher.

My feelings for her grew beyond sex. To be honest, her virginity made it easy & the fact that I lived in a somewhat volatile Muslim community didn’t help matters either. I remember Alex bringing his GSU girl
home one night. A cute Muslim girl named Aisha. On their way to our flat, Alex got stoned with a rock & was almost mobbed by some of the youths in the community. These youths or touts popularly referred to as Kalare Boys, guess they were in the same group of the boys that threatened me the last time,they were notorious violent anarchists. In fact
we were warned when we 1st moved into the community to avoid getting in trouble with them. It was obvious they didn’t want us around their muslim girls. So my relationship with Aminat stayed within the school’s
premises.

One certain evening like that, I was in my room with Aminat, we were having one of those pre-intimacy sessions of hers, but I couldn’t hold it any longer, it’s been a while have had sex. I was moving hands towards her holies of holies. Then she stopped me, in annoyance and frustration. I sent her away, though I know she must be feeling dejected, but it’s not just my thing.

I decided to call alina, the girl I met on that dreadful night.

Dialed her number repeatedly but she wasn’t picking up.

I then called showboy, I knew since he was very much social able he should be able to fix me with a clean bae.

Me : hello

Showboy: hello chairman

Me : how far now

Showboy: I just dey lowkey o

Me : where you at ?

Showboy : in the school canteen o

Me : okay I’d meet you there in the next 10mins.

I drove to the canteen sharply and lo and behold, to my greatest surprise. I met. Showboy and alina eating on the same table in the canteen, they were smiling and eating.

Chai hausa girls self dey flet. I just ignored her presence. And resolved to sitting by a table opposite theirs. Then showboy noticed my presence.

He left Alina to join me where I sat.

Showboy : have you heard the latest.

Me : what’s new about this boring state hun ?

Showboy : some folks are organizing a modelling audition, heard they are selecting around states, and they are taking them to lasgidi, and they need guys. I heard they pay quiet well. You should go for it.

Me : tchew do I look like I need money, all I need are girls to flex with.

Showboy : now that’s why I’m suggesting this to you. The female models and the male models do have some kind of hmmmn , you grab, and girls love models a lot. And with you cuteness you’d be a right man for this.
Once they give you finishing touching. My guy you won’t be hunting for girls , they would hunt for you.

Hmmmn seems there is sense in what this guy is saying, besides, I can’t just be flexing with a lot of months I have left. And I really have to look fresh for the any white maga am going to use as my stay in the overseas. Best of it all, money is in it and girls too. What’s more to gain in life than this. I didn’t waste any minute.

Me : oh boy, where are they registering ?

To be continued

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Episode 21

it's been a while here though, the delay was simply due to health issues. My Life As A Yahoo Boy is back and better

By the time I moved closer to them another girl joined them, and they kept moving together.

I follow the trio till they got to a footpath leading to where I never knew. I approached them.

Me : hi girls.

Lady one : hey young corper good evening

Me : aha how come you know am a corper.

Lady two : aha you guys are the talk of the town now.

Lady three: (smiling) corper's are always popular around here.

Me : okay girls, am ife by name , can I know yours?

Lady one : I'm zainnab by name but you can call me zainny.

Lady two : (straight face) hadijat.

Lady three: Alina.

Me : Alina ? That's all ?

Alina : yeah it's an english name.

Me : nice one.

I sort of liked the girl alina more because of her physical features, besides she seems more accommodating than the rest, and looks Behind.

Me : okay what are you girls doing tomorrow ?

Zainny : why asking ?

Me : so maybe you could hang with my friends and I (winks).

Zainny : I guess I'd be busy although tomorrow.

Hadijat : same here also

Then I turned to Alina with a pleading/ questioning look.

Me : what about you ?

Alina : I should be free around 5pm in the evening.

"Alina!" The two other girls chorused.

Alina : what!

Me : oh thanks I'd be delighted, can I have your digits, so I could give you a reminder call ?

We exchanged digits , but the two others girls didn't stop staring at us. I smell jealousy. Just ignored them and kept talking with alina alone as we were moving down the footpath.

Me : alright guess I have to head back now, thanks for sparing me your time

I turned and left them, heading back to the Suya man side if I could still meet him there.

Unfortunately he wasn't there, so I turned towards the road leading to my area.
Was yet to take my third step when three dark muscular guys blocked me.

Two of the guys were saying some stuffs in hausa language that I couldn't pick. Then one of them pushed me backward, then I know they meant trouble. They kept ranting. Then I noticed they pointed to the road I was coming from. I then concluded it has something to do with the girls I spoked with earlier.

Me : guys calm down.

Mehn they didn't listen or perphaps they don't even understand what I was saying. The third guy who was yet to make a move or say anything since aside from staring, brough out a small dagger from underneath his cloth.

Mehn my heart skipped counts.

3rd guy: listen to me very welli. Ko this is your last warning fa. If I see you with any of our ladies hen , in this community, walahi I will cut you into pieces and use you for kilishi.

Seems he was the only one who could speak english a little. Mehn I was just speechless, the other two were still blubbering in their language, I just kept nodding.

Until the greatest shock happened.

3rd guy : walahitali if you no run now ko. I go use this knife cut ya head.

On hearing that, I took to my heels, this life is too short. I speed directly into alex and james apartment. The door wasn't locked. So I barged in.

I was breathing like a live goat. I couldn't find my voice, it's been long I ran like that. I just kept pointing to the door. Alex who was busy with his pc initially,rushed to the door and locked it with the key.

James : guy relax, siddon, wetin dey chase you ?

I was still speechless, still trying to normalize my breathe.

Alex peeped via the blinds of the window.

Alex : nothing is out here.

James : alaye what's with you na ?

Me : haha ha (breathing slowly) nothing much, haven't just been this close to death before .

Alex : just relax and tell us wetin happen.

Minutes later when I was settled , I narrated All that happened to the duo, but I got from them was laughter instead of a little compassion which I was expecting. I was pissed by this, as in greatly pissed. Gosh do those girls worth my life sef.

James : you know I told you earlier, before you approached them, but you no dey listen. I dunno what you see in those girls.

Alex : those university girls ain't enough for ya hun ? You wan come dey do area parole. You dey craze fa. Dem for slash your face and give you a mark as remembrance.

Mehn I was vexed , regret telling them anything at all. In annoyance, I barged out and headed to my own apartment for the night.

In my room, I couldn't help but to think and ruminate, the events just kept replaying in my head.

To Be continued

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Episode 20

The 1st month or so after the camp was boring as hell. Most of my buddies in camp had secured their redeployment but for some reasons, mine didn't work out so I was alone. But for few corper girls who were more eager to warm my bed , waiting for the next list. It was during this period I met Alex and James. Alex was a graduate from LAUTECH while James attended UNILORIN.

They were both YY niggas, but Alex was the one with the vast knowledge and skills about the game. I got to learn a lot from him. He always brag about his previous school, calling it "home of yahoo boy". I sort of agreed with that, because he was into stuff I never dream trying. Even his dating was advanced.

James on the other hand is mainly into goods and Apartment, Alex and James lived in the house opposite mine, and most times I sleep over at their place.

Suddenly life in Gomber became bearable with my new friends. We lived very close to the Gomber state University, so we often ate our meals in the schoool canteen, we began to spend a lot of our free time within the school premises either playing basketball with the students or watching them playing. We became popular amongst the students because of our extravagant lifestyle. Life chidinma sang, we were the "ballers". And girls in the school tick around us so they could get to ride in our cars, but the way things end up were always romantic.

One day, a group of students of the school, 7 boys, approached us claiming they kneW were "bag guys"

Me : hello what do you mean by that ?

1st guy : we know a bad guy when we see one.

2nd guy : see the cars you guys ride.

3rd guy : you guys are dope.

4th guy : we just want in!

1st guy : please don't deny us.

We just kept staring at them. James and I didn't treat them seriously, but Alex being a Yahoo guru and a very cunny fella all the way from lautech, seems to have his own plan.

Alex : No qualms now, we got you back, na we we.

they all smiled.

Alex : for now let's roll, we would talk better later.

They chorused : yes boss!

James and I gave each other a "what is he planning" look.

They hoped into our cars and we had a nice time that evening clubbing.

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Later that evening, the guys have departed.
In Alex room.

Alex : hmmmn life is good ( sinking into the bed)

James and I were playing Winning eleven on his pc.

Me : Alexix you sabi say you dey craze sha

Alex : which kind talk be that ?

Me : what are you planning by agreeing with those boys ?

James : I wonder o.

Alex : (smiling) you guys are funny, so you think say na only white be maga, black maga sef dey.

Me : I don't get you, o boy engligthen me ( dropped the game pad and turns towards him)

Alex : normal normal now, they wanna be among abi. You guys should just watch and learn.

James : you are always looking for trouble.

Me : yeah you don't even know what those guys are capable of .

Alex : just watch, I'd invite them here tomorrow and you will see how I roll.

Me : smh am famished what's for dinner jae.


Alex : na your mama cook for here abi, better step out and buy something before those shops close.

Me : you dey craze , like hunger sef no dey worry you.

James : oh boy let's go and get something jae and leave this crazy guy.


James and I stepped out to purchase suya and some soft drink to step it down.

We met two dope looking girls just leave the suya man stand.

Mehn it was like a sudden current was increased in my body.

With they way they were dressed, it was obvious they were indigenes.

James noticed I was staring at them.

James : better don't try anything funny, you've forgotten the story we heard in camp, about the boys in this area. They don't like strangers messing with their girls, better let's face what we came here for and go back in peace.


Me : ah you dey craze, so you believe such superstition, abeg buy my own suya too I go meet you at home.

I left him to follow the girls.

To be continued

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Episode 19

From that incident have learnt not to trust anyone. And I was more mindful of eke anywhere I went.

I lived my life quite lowkey during my remaining days in ib. I finished my I.T two months later, I submitted the Mobile App I developed for them and taught them how to use it.

my send forth day was also the day the App was launched so dignitaries came from different branches of the company, requesting for my help with creating the d App also. Doors of blessings were just opened before me.

I went back to Futa for my Final Year , I stayed at krissh domot for road block permanently , krissh and I were so much into YY that no amount in our account was satisfying. Anytime we feel we have over spent during a weekend, we sit down and put our heads together to think of new formats to get doe's from maye's.

I defended my project quiet easily before those professors because I was a guy of confidence and I was very much knowlegible about what I was defending.

It was during my final exams that things took a new turn, I knew I wasn't really good with definitions and cramming. And I can't afford to stay an extra year in school, so I resorted to mingling with some unserious course mates of mine, they are from rich families I guess. And what they do during exams is approach the most intelligent but corrupt course mate of ours, a guy called stephen, he had the ability to predict almost correctly what the lecturer would set for exams. So stephen would jot, then the rest of them would make photocopies in the nearest cafe and shared it amongst themselves, I connected to them to tap from the anointing also. During exams girls would come and sit near us to tap also.

I eventually graduated with a third class from Futa and was shipped off to the North for NYSC. A new facet of my life, I remembered how I felt when I found out I was to serve in the North. A good illustration of how I felt would be that beat up bbm smiley. I was the butt of my friend's jokes as they were posted to more favorable locations. The fact I had bragged about working my service to lagos state made it even more painful.

The first thing I did was to purchase and end of discussion. To make my movements within the state easy, I could have bought a better car, but knew my days are numbered in Nigeria.


Well serving in Gombe had it's perks. Orientation camp was mightly fun. I met some fellow Futa guys there, though we never rapped back then I Futa, but because of the new found situation, we became friends.

We quickly developed a reputation for ourselves as a result of spending spree at the mammy market. We became friends with nost of the soldiers and Man O' War. Guys (so we didn't partake in the parade or obstacle courses), dated the finest girls in camp. We were IT! . For the first ten days or so, I hooked up with one fine ibo girl, chisom from Imsu. Things got complicated when one of the NYSC officials developed an interest in her as well. She felt she needed him to help secure her re deployment. As a sharp nigga, I paved way.

It's funny how we see our selves as players in camp because it was easy to get girls, when in fairness, these girls just wanna have fun. Most of them were either married or engaged, so they viewed the NYSC as their last hoorah. My guy Alfred, experienced this first hand.

He dated the biggest girl in camp, she spent money on him and after camp they lived together in a nice, cosy apartment she paid for. He was the envy of all. One morning this girl woke up and told him she was traveling to lagos.... For her wedding!!!.. Alfred was stunned! We all were. She didn't even mention for once she had been engaged. Poor Alfred has to leave their cosy apartment at federal low cost, to squat with some of his buddies.

After camp, I was posted to a village called Kumu, in Akko LGA to teach computer studies. I was wondering how a working boy like me would cope in a class as a teacher but I'av got no options,it's a service to the nation. The village was barely a 40minutes drive away from the state capital so I lived in the capital and went to the village once every week. The first day I walked into class, the students, some who could barely speak english were all exicted, calling me "Young Corper", I decided to teach them that day for about 30mins.

After the teaching.

Me : class do you understand ?

Students: Ba Turanchi!!! (Meaning No English)

Mehn that was the last day I taught them anything. In fact, I went to the school only to obtain my clearance letters. I still view the entire NYSC scheme as a waste of time, a brilliant initiative which has outlived it's importance. So rather than wasting time teaching students who fail to understand either by their own fault or the corper's inability to teach, the federal government should channel the time and resources into educating graduates on skill acquisition, entrepreneurship, SMEs and job procurement by coaching them on how to prepare a standard resume or approach a job interview, simple skills yet lacking in many graduates. Sadly, elements in the government view the NYSC as a lucrative money - making scheme.

Hence enough time for me to face yy full time.

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un able to charge please updating tomorrow

Nice one, more spacing plz