Camp came and went by pretty fast. I won’t bore you with the tiny details but I think I kinda had fun. The only problem was that they restricted my wears. One morning, I was jogging to the parade ground and suddenly one soldier called me over. I didn’t know why. He obviously had a problem with my shorts. Something I had worn severally before that day with no complain o. He made me go to the hostel and change them and even warned me not to wear them again till I left camp.
One other time, I don’t know what happened, but I know I woke late. I tried to finish preparations before the beagle but couldn’t. As punishment, I had to frog-jump midway from the hostel to the parade ground as per latecomer wey I be na.
Not to mention the eye-opener encounter I had the one time I had to answer nature’s call and went to the hostel while others were supposedly on the parade ground. What my eyes saw, my mouth can’t tell it all. Almost half of the hostel was filled with people! What the heck? I thought everyone was supposed to be on the parade ground? I couldn’t believe the crowd. And from then on, I learnt to escape some parades too. I no come this world come suffer biko.
When I received my posting letter, I was neither excited nor sad. No friend of mine in camp was posted to the same local government as me. I had to find my way to my place of primary assignment alone and that on time. Thank God for the corpers from the batches before us who had organized buses to convey the newbies. It was such a relief. Quite unfortunately though, about two of the buses leaving camp that day had accidents. We received the news in the course of the journey and suddenly heavy silence fell upon the once noisy commuters. My journey was smooth. I was welcomed by a shrine strategically placed just at the turn into the community where I was to serve. I didn’t know such places still existed, moreso, in the open. Except in remote villages.
That’s where most people’s wailing started. We had suddenly moved from development-ism to primitive-ism. To add salt to injury, there was no network except you took your phone to a particular spot. In fact, there was a particular spot for each network. My first thought was redeployment. But when I spoke with my mum, all she said was, if there are human beings there and they’re surviving, you’ll survive. And just like that, my redeployment plans were squashed. Though half the people who had come there with us had redeployed by the end of day two, I started looking for an apartment to stay. That would make for a full story though but let’s just say there are very few sincere people who can help you in life without asking anything in return and I implore you to be one whenever the opportunity presents itself.