Noticed I’ve been offline, yeah?
I have been in camp oh. I’m going to leave you to guess where I was posted to after you finish reading this rant.
It’s my 13th day in this place but I feel like I’ve been here for months. I’ve gone from waking up by 7/8AM to waking up by 2:50AM just so I don’t do early morning frog jumps.
The weather here na die. Very confused. One minute, we’re Eskimos and the next, we’re Tuaregs.
When I came to camp, I sharply located the Red Cross Society and joined them. I cannot come and kill myself. 😩
My platoon members don’t even know me. Talmbout “are you in this platoon?” every time I go for meetings. 🙄🙄🙄
After the first week, the camp food stopped being interesting to me. I don’t know who started stealing their ingredients. Mammy is now my bestie.
I had suya some days ago and it reminded me of home so much that I wanted to scale the fence.
Remember my last NYSC blog post where I pre-complained about the toilets? I am happy to announce that I have a favourite toilet here. Gbogbo big girls and slay mamas don’t flush the others some times.
There are camp couples everywhere. Boys are spending. Girls are eating!
So far, I haven’t served any punishments because I’m a sharp geh.
I’m writing this in such a hurry so forgive the brevity. I promise the next one will be longer.
While you wait, here’s a picture of me in my white x white.Where do you think Nigeria posted me to? Let me know in the comments!