NYSC Journal: Listening To Corpers Was The Biggest Mistake of My Life

You know that experiment where you tell someone sitting at the beginning of a column of chairs something and ask them to pass it on till it gets to the last person? Usually by the time it gets to the last person it’s totally different, it happened in camp at least twice a day. In fact, it started before camp and by a week into … Continue reading NYSC Journal: Listening To Corpers Was The Biggest Mistake of My Life

NYSC Journal Guest Entry: Falling Face First In Camp & Other Stories

Written by Damola Arogundade I thought tension associated with checking your results after the semester was the worst, until it was the day to check for my NYSC posting. First thing I did that morning was to check twitter for any news concerning NYSC posting. There was nothing helpful there so I assumed the portal wasn’t opened and I went back to sleep. I woke … Continue reading NYSC Journal Guest Entry: Falling Face First In Camp & Other Stories

NYSC JOURNAL: 6 Things To Know Before Camp

1. That plenty photocopy stuff people will tell you is rubbish. For registration you only need like two copies for each document because there are other documents they’ll give in camp.  2. If you’re very security conscious and careful you can carry a lot of cash. There are usually people that can help you withdraw but they’ll take a fraction of it.  3. The most … Continue reading NYSC JOURNAL: 6 Things To Know Before Camp

NYSC Journal: Dropping Like Flies on Parade Ground

Today was “special”. It was the swearing in ceremony and we were going to wear our Khakis, hopefully our tailors had done good jobs. One of the Army sergeants would wake only the guys up by 3am. He’d sing with the funniest voice that was very annoying to hear at 3am. The song went like this “OTONDO WAKE UP E EEH OTONDO WAKE UP OOH … Continue reading NYSC Journal: Dropping Like Flies on Parade Ground

NYSC Journal: Registration, Queues & Dozing Without Nodding

When I stepped into Kaduna camp and walked past the sarcastic smiles of the military men, the first things I noticed were sand and dust. They were everywhere. I had worn black shoes with white soles and by the time I made it to my hostel to drop my mattress and box it was already brown. My friend Jonathan and I got a bunk by … Continue reading NYSC Journal: Registration, Queues & Dozing Without Nodding