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Blinded By The Sun


Hi guys, It’s been a while I know. Anyways I’m back…I think *rme. I hope I haven’t lost my mojo. This story you’re about to read is ALMOST true, the characters and names are real though! Here we go….

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“This is just hopeless” I muttered to myselfI  had been on the same spot for about 2 hours, under the scorching sun and was really starting to believe the meaning of NYSC to be “Now Your Suffering Continues” I thought I was done with the whole NYSC stress when I redeployed but it turned out I was just getting started. I dipped my hand in my backpack to pick the cold Ribena I had bought earlier but unfortunately, It wasn’t that cold anymore. l still took it anyway, I was still downing my not-so-cold Ribena when someone jerked me from behind and made me pour the Ribena on my white NYSC T-shirt. l turned back furiously to face the person but I could hardly see the person’s face as l was blinded by the sun and he was way too tall for comfort all I could hear was his ridiculously tiny voice that kept saying “I’m so sorry”. He handed me his handkerchief which I pushed away and kept yelling until I was satisfied, he only stood there and watched as I created a scene.

l faced my front back when I noticed all eyes on me and all of a sudden it wasn’t that sunny anymore. I turned back and realized my new “friend” had an umbrella and he was kind enough to put it over my head. What I wanted to say was “Bribing Me with your Umbrella won’t work but good thinking” but something about his face rendered me speechless and the next thing I know I was shaking his hands and introducing myself.

Him: Hi Sophia, I’m George

Me: Nice to meet you George 🙂

 In my head I thought: “Oh! Emm! Gee! Why did I yell at him? He’s so damn….

I heard pounding footsteps from behind, looked back to realize another queue had been created and people were rushing to the second queue.  I gathered my stuffs quickly and ran there. On getting there, the queue was almost twice the length of the first one. On seeing that,  I lost hope of completing my registration that day and was leaving when I heard my name. I turned to find my new friend George at the fifth position on the queue,  he signaled at me to come over, and he allowed me shunt in front of him.

25 minutes later, we were both done with our registration,  I thanked him again and he replied saying it was the least he could have done for ruining my shirt. In my mind I thought, Oh please, the shirt was ruined before anyway. We chatted as we walked to the park and I was praying in my mind that he asks for my number or BlackBerry pin at least, he got a bus and had to leave immediately. Damn!!!

I should have asked for his I thought but oh well….

8months, 2 PPAs and 2 weeks of joblessness later,  I was busy playing game on my phone when the call came in, I was so angry at the timing of the call as I was just about to beat my high score.  I picked angrily and screamed hello.

Caller: Lord! Sophia, are you always angry?

Me: Excuse you? Who’s this?

Caller: It’s me?

Me: Your name is “Me”? Interesting

Caller: Haha, stop it Sophia, its George.

(*Thinking* In all my life, I’ve only met one George so this better be who I think it is)

Caller: Hello, are you there?

Me; Yes, which George?

Caller: George Okpara, we met at NYSC state secretariat sometimes ago

 ……………Yes! Yes!! Yes!!!

Me: Oh My God! George, Ribena George…

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Born to survive (Part 1)


Err..hi,

I’m new to this so i’m gonna keep it brief.Before I proceed I think its better I do a lil introduction.

Hi, My name is Oyinlola,  a Microbiology graduate of Unilorin . I graduated from school two years ago, finished my compulsory one year service (NYSC) , that ended earlier this year and here I am right now at my first official job, in a media/advertising company. How come right? Yeah…

If someone had told me earlier, even two months ago that i’ll be doing this, I’d probably tell him/her to stop dreaming cuz seriously, i dint see this coming at all. I really loved my course, still do….kinda *rme. Anyways my plan was that after school i’ll try and get a job with a food or at least pharmaceutical company and start my career as a Microbiologist.

But like the saying, Man proposes, God disposes. I was posted to the Northern part of the country for my service, which i thought was cool, at first. I got my posting letter after camp and saw NBC i was so happy, called my sister and my dad to give them the good news and immediately headed to the company. Getting there, i saw ten other people and felt like o_O this cant be good. Getting inside, we were asked to sit and of course were given refreshment :D. While waiting to be addressed, four other corpers came in. We all waited for about 5 mins before the manager finally came to address us. He welcomed us and started “sweet-talking” their company …blah blah (i really wasn’t listening) until he said so that’s why we cant take you people ( then i came back to life) ….sorry? what????

He repeated: “we already have 13 corpers working for us so we really cant take more, i’m really sorry”

 WOW! I had a headache immediately, I slowly put down the Fanta I was drinking….and was so confused “TF am i going to do now??? I soliloquized

I went to my LG to submit the rejection letter i got and was told there I had to get another PPA (place of primary assignment) within 3 days. “How??? I dont know anybody, i’ve never even been here until now” I told the woman. She replied “well, you’re welcome”. I called my dad back and cried to him on the phone, he dint help, screamed at me to put myself together and find a way. It was then i remembered i have cousins living there, i called them and went to spend the night over there.

And then the journey started, i finally got a PPA on the third day, a “very dead” hospital about to be “resuscitated”. well, i really dint have a choice so I jumped at the offer and submitted my acceptance letter. I resumed work and by work i mean nothing, nobody ever came for treatment, we only had four in-patients that we took care of everyday. I had an apartment within the hospital premises where i lived and there was peace……not for long.

Election Time: As a corp member, I went for election duties and that was when my trouble started. The first election was very peaceful ,then came the second one (presidential). Lets just say i was lucky to survive that day. The preferred candidate won at the ward I was put in but because of the news that  the opponent was leading in other states, trouble started, burning of tires, riots everywhere. I was scared to death. All the doctors and nurses couldn’t come to work because of the 24-hour curfew, so i was stuck in the hospital with 4 grown up guys, and did i mention they were mentally ill? Yes. they were four “crackheads” rusticated from school and the hospital was apparently also a rehabilitation.

I’ll be back……..

Please let me know if i should continue or you’re bored already 😦