NYSC Camp Diary: Day Two

I thought wake up time was 4:30.
So when some of my room mates woke up at 2am, I was extremely confused. By 3am, the lights were on, and over 2/3 of the 27 people in my room were dressed ready for the day. Even though I slept at 12am, by 3:30, I too had showered.
I delved into my medicine bag and found energy pills along with multivitamins. Once 4:30 arrived, we were being moved out. I completely forgot my alarm was set for then.
Out into the dark and we began to march. Except I got moved to the back. I began to check my outfit, was I dressed wrongly? Nopes, apparently I looked the part to be a flag bearer.
😂😂😂😂

After telling us why we’d been called apart, the official then said
“If you know you can’t do it, tell us now so we can replace you.”

This isn’t advice I’m giving you here, this is a command: DO NOT SAY YOU CAN’T!

I made that mistake. Then one official jumped out of no where and decided he’d make my life hell. After 10 minutes of picking on me I just said “You and I are going to be best friends if you keep picking on me.”

It worked guys!

I basically ended up missing the better part of marching under the scorching sun. 😊😊

In this time I also found a camp husband. Now this applies to the ladies. Apparently, a camp boo is essential as your waist pouch. So when this cute northern bestowed on me a bag of fruit and dined me with yam and egg and the mammy market, I thought yes!! I’ve won. Unfortunately, his phone got stolen, so no way to contact him. Such a short lived relationship. 😭

No but really, interacting with people here is so much fun. You don’t even need to say much. Just listen. Everyone’s got a story to tell. Some are boring, but you’ll learn how to avoid people. Found another familiar face today, yay!!

But I’m here for making friends.

I wouldn’t call this advice, but if you’re in Lagos, a little Yoruba goes a looonngg way!! From ‘élò lé léyi’ to ‘omi tutu?’

It saves you money and stress.

Maybe I have high expectations, but I thought someone would’ve been slapped by now. It’s possible they have and I didn’t see, but I doubt it.

My phone got seized today. The officer said he’d give it to his girlfriend. My response: She won’t like it.
Him: what did you say?
Me: She won’t like it. You’re a bigger man that that. Bring it, let me keep.

So I got my phone back.

My trick here is to always smile. Everyone is angry, but a smile works.
Anyways, apparently Fashola is coming tomorrow, so we need to be up bright and early.

Goodnight civilisation.