Personal, The Future

What comes next


So, I leave tomorrow.

Yes, tomorrow.

I mean, I have stayed an extra sixteen days since passing out from service. My family and friends have been calling and asking of my movement. I have been very busy being productive. More on that later.


I leave town tomorrow.

But I’m not going home.

Not yet.

I’m moving to Lagos.

Earlier today, I had nearly all my neighbors in my room. Looking for what to take. I made it into a sort of garage sale. And then put them to work helping me organize and pack my stuff. It was a very productive venture. My room was emptied and packed up in a couple hours.

Then in the evening, I took all of them out to celebrate my last day here. All 12 of them. It was a really fun night. Drinking, eating, dancing and lots of laugh all round. Makes me wish we’d gathered like this before now. There might have been  a lap dance included. Or two. Don’t tell my boyfriend. He wouldn’t approve.

Honestly, I’m so wired up with excitement. My neighbors feel the same way. So we bought us a bottle of McDowell’s and took it home with us. Now there’s music blasting in my room. From someone’s computer of course. All my stuff’s been packed up.

I feel really good. I spent a year in this town. Took care of myself without assistance from family or friends. It was a big step towards being an adult. Now I’m moving to the next thing.

Next stop, Lagos state.
Wish me luck.

The Future

Passing out

The end is just the beginning

This post goes to my dear Cush who, if I may be truthful to myself, made me write this post just to prove that i can write it close to passing out post celebration.

Friends who made it worthwhile

But dear, Cush, I didn’t actually mean passing out in that comment. At least not in the way you feel after downing a bottle of you-know-what but in the sense that I have passed out of the compulsory one year service to my country.


Looking back, I admit I went into the service like Jesus did his baptism; to fulfill all righteousness. But truth be told, I had a lot of fun. Much more fun than I did in my nearly eight years in school. Don’t ask me why it took so long. I mean I only studied Public Administration.


Anyway, it was a really fun year.  I swear. You may not take my word for it. In fact, you shouldn’t. The burden of proof lies on me. I am right now (probably too unstable to say that) committing myself to giving you the deets on my one year escapade.

There's always that one friend

Stay tuned for a yet-to-be-named series dedicated to my one year in service of my nation.

Feel free to leave your comments and/or questions.

PS: Today marks the one week of my passing out and of writing this post.

Personal, The Future

Runaway blogger

Ever since the new academic session resumed exactly four weeks today, It’s been go. I’ve been busier than I’ve ever been. Even more than I was as a freshman in the university. My workload is something else.

As part of my national service, I teach government to senior secondary school students in a school in southwestern Nigeria. Not only have I never taught in my life (I studied Public Administration in the university), my head teacher who is supposed to guide me around the whole process got transferred to another school the week of resumption and there’s been no replacement. So I’m basically winging it.

Talk about swimming off the deep end. That’s how I feel most of the time. At least I used to feel that way. I’m catching up. Barely. This is the fifth week and I’m still running on the third week class work. It’s been really busy.

To add to that most of my friends have completed their service year and will b officially passing out on Thursday the 15th. I’ll miss them terribly.

Apart from school work, I’ve had my hand in many pies trying to learn a lot of stuff from my older colleagues before they all leave. I have been perfecting my bead jewelry making. I’ve also learnt the basics in making bags, some ideas for shoes, fabric jewelry and baking. And I’ve also been taking a weekend Project Management class.

Sometimes I forget I’m one person. It’ll get easier. As much I like the feel of accomplishing something at the end of the day, I have relegated a lot of other things to the background. Like blogging for example. I haven’t been online much except to watch some recommended video resources online.

So here’s your runaway blogger asking you to please bear with her absences. It’ll be far in-between.

And here’s the bell. I’m off to class.

Ekiti, Nigeria

Current Issues, Personal, The Future

The day after


I got a couple hundred birthday wishes on Facebook, less than that in actuality but then no one has a thousand friends outside Facebook. Or do you?

That's me

Anyway, despite my lack of celebration, it was a wonderful day. When we got back from CDS (it’s a weekly compulsory thingy for Corps Members), Lizzy, friend and senior corps member, cooked a delicious fish jollof rice with hardboiled egg which she served with a bottle of Malt drink.


So in essence we had us a little indoor party in her apartment and then topped it off with moviefest. We watched 3 movies – Matilda, Next Friday and Pitch Perfect 2.


Did I mention how great this was? There was no electricity. She had to turn on her generator just so we could watch movies well into the night.

It wasn’t the birthday I dreamed of but it was much better than I prepared for.

And thanks to everybody that wished me well. May you all get your wishes. I love you all.

Personal, The Future

The outside world is still intact

Life in the camp is somewhere sheltered and not necessarily in a bad water. Just a statement of fact. And I say this after being out of camp barely 30 hours. I’m currently lodging at a church family house in my local government of assignation with a couple dozen other people where we’re being provided for.

And I’ve seen the town some. I arrived in camp three weeks ago under the cloud of darkness and this is my first time of seeing the place. I’m yet to be impressed.

Anyway, I’ve reported to my PPA,


a Methodist Girls School with elective boarding facilities. And I’ve been accepted (you could be rejected). And I’ve filed all the necessary paperwork at the zonal Secretariat with some left over for tomorrow.  I may have to go find an apartment that’ll be my home for the next 10 months. Then I’ll have to return home for my entitled two weeks leave to recuperate and regroup before resumption of duty.

One thing is clear though, outside of camp you’re on your own.

Camp Affairs, Personal, The Future

Passing out already

I can’t believe camp is over so soon. Today marks my 21st day in camp bringing to an end my 21-days orientation course.


The parade is awaiting the arrival of the governor (Most likely to be represented by his deputy) to literally set us free.
People are getting antsy waiting under the sun for 2 hours already. We’ve all been up for nearly 8 hours getting prepared for this and it isn’t even noon yet.


Me and my friends are just chilling sitting on the grass. Why worry ourselves unduly.


Whenever the governor arrives, he’ll do his due diligence, we’ll do ours, collect our posting letters and we can get to rejoin the outside world again after being in here 21 days straight.

I can’t wait for this. I pray for better things on the other side.

Camp Affairs, The Future

Camp fire night!!!


You can have fun in camp if you set your mind to. You can also have too much or too little. It’s all about the mindset. And it’s not all about how much money you have to spend in the camp market.


And like I’ve said before. You can also keep busy. I’ve chosen being busy over having fun and the two aren’t mutually exclusive.


The serious part of camp ended Friday night with the camp fire night. It was fun night. At least it was supposed to be. It was probably so for some but it ended too early around eleven. I had expected it to last all night. Or at least till midnight.


There was the cooking competition in which my platoon came second from the back. I wonder who judged that because the food wasn’t bad at all.

Anyway it was supposed to be a big deal because for the first time in history, the Director General of NYSC was present


at our camp fire night. I personally didn’t find that very significant especially as I couldn’t see him through the smoky haze. But it was fun watching the fire burn high. It was over 15 feet high.


You’re probably wondering how fun can watching the fire be, right? Believe me, it was.