NYSC Batch A 2015 Timetable

1. 2015 Batch A pre-mobilization workshop. 17th - 19th December,2014 
2. Briefing/Sensitization of final year students and prospective corps members. 19th - 23rd January, 2015 
3. Display of list of all approved programmes for institutions on NYSC portal for cross checking 1st - 15th February, 2015 
4. Submission/Uploading of Senate/Academic Board Approved Result and Revalidation Lists by CPIs 16th - 21st February, 2015 
5. On-line Registration by Foreign and Locally trained Nigerian Graduates 2nd March - 4th April, 2015 
6. Notification to prospective Corps Members on their mobilization status 13th - 14th April, 2015
7. Delivery of print-outs to CPIS. 15th - 17th April, 2015 
8. Verification of Complaints from prospective Corps Members in all NYSC state secretariats/FCT 17th - 18th April, 2015 
9. Submission of Marital/Ill-health cases by CPIs. 20th - 22nd April, 2015 
10. Notification for on-line printing of call-up letters 27th April, 2015 
11. Delivery of call-up letters to CPIs 27th - 29th April, 2015 
12. On-line printing of call-up letters by Prospective Corps Members/Collection of call-up letters in the schools 27th April - 4th May, 2015 
13. 2015 Batch A Orientation Course 5th - 26th May, 2015

Source: nigerianbulletin.com

Youth Corp Members Can Champion National Agricultural Revolution #MyCorperDiary

This was the must fascinating topic on the bus. I had to contribute a smile and several nods to the discussion.

In my short stay, I realised we have land in abundance. We have human resources in abundance. Many of the corp members were rejected on their initial posting. One, a good friend of mine, is an agricultural engineer who finished top of her class and would love to be a part of such a national Agric Revolution. We have financial resources. If a fraction of a fraction of the national budget for agriculture is redirected successfully, we could end up with world-class, commercial, export-grade farms all over the country.

Not only are these resources available, they are sustainable. Universities churn out graduates yearly. That's thousands of individuals with diverse skills to supervise, administer or participate in.various aspects of the agricultural revolution.

I personally think it would be also honorable for a youth corp member to serve this way and see his/her effort transform Nigeria agricultural landscape. While some go to the classrooms, some should go to farms. There are thousand of trained individuals who would love to see an end to importation of food, reduction of unemployment and increase in economy as a result of export. There are a lot of passionate people who will do it for free. Just like MDG's, HIV/AIDS, NEMA, FRSC gained volunteers. There are potential volunteers for agricultural revolution!

I must not fail to mention the loans and facilities available for Agric based ideas. Nonetheless, these schemes only lead to more and more fragments of what we need. What is a loans of 250,000 Naira in a thousand places? I will explain. It is our agricultural independence broken into unidentifiable pieces and scattered into a thousand places. I look forward to farming communities in every state, with thousands of acres of land for farming, hostels for accommodation, qualified and trained staff and machinery and technology for increased productivity.

I look forward to the return of the pyramids of the north, Cocoa and Rice plantations in the south and Palm plantations in the east. I anticipate maximization of the capabilities of the green portion of our flag and black portion of the coat of arms. I want to see all our agricultural science lessons in reality. And I see youths in khaki championing the course.

My First Class Return Flight #MyCorperDiary

I Boarded a First Class Flight on my trip back from Plateau.

What is the definition of first-class? You get the best treatment, right? I thought I got a regular ticket for a while until I realised otherwise. I noticed there were free spaces in the bus. That didn't concern me much. I felt the company had a policy of timely departure whether or not the seats are occupied. We took off from Jos and on getting to Nasarawa the free seats were filled. It didn't stop there. The 'free stand' and walk way were also occupied. I thought they'd alight at Abuja or someplace close by. I never imagined they'll maintain that position for another 12 hours. My imagination was defied. Some didn't get a seat until Berger, Lagos. In comparison to these ones, my ticket was more like a first class.

We Should Invent Buses With Seats Facing The Window #MyCorperDiary

This is a candid advice from a lover of nature, an engineer and a para-medical personnel by proximity (my brother, a doctor; my mum, a radiologist; my cousin, a nurse etc). It is not healthy to stare out of the window for over 10 hours of one's journey. I made sure to look around. Every other person, I reiterate, every other person was also looking out for that period. Why not just manufacture buses with the seats facing the window? Save our necks from straining and hello is enjoy the scenery during our trip better.

Show Me Your Meal Ticket And I Will Tell You Whom You Are #MyCorperDiary #MyCorperMealTicket

I am faithful
I hardly miss my meals
I take meals seriously
If I missed meals, you can trust it must be something more important
The few meals I missed were times I was in Church and moments I had to wash mostly. I could also Miss a meal for a great discussion that can't be done in the queue it after meals.

I am real
I am not out to impress anyone
What is the point of giving an impression that didn't portray me?
There's nothing embarrassing about spending half an hour on a queue for just half a plate.
Some people wanted to prove that they didn't like food when a passer-by made jest of them while on the queue. I stood as an advocate. That wasn't necessary.
The food is yours, everyone eats and the time is meant for food. The queue is the best place to be at the instant. If you are anywhere else, you are...

It saved me unnecessary expenses
Since I lost a notable amount of money just before camp, I resolved to be very prudent with spending. I trust I would have done the exact same thing even if I didnt loose a dime. It's the ijebu instinct. I missed my first meal in the camp and I had to contribute towards the advancement if the maami ministry. I didn't want to be a regular

I do not waste government food
I believe it is corruption to do so
If it was prepared for me, it is meant for me.
No crime in claiming my right.

No body to form for.
The only person I can form for is far away in Lagos. No time to form Ooo.

The food isn't bad afteral
For this point, I am not so sure if it is my ability to easily forgive and overlook another's faults or I just love food. For the cold weather, the hot blazing meals are a guaranteed therapy. On the other hand, I honestly think the meals served on the Plateau are better than those elsewhere. The reports from other places seemed either exaggerated or were just privileged.

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Accepted or Rejected #MyCorperDiary #Day22

Acceptance seem to be a very rare response. Many of the companies and institutions where corpers where sent to, especially in the urban communities, are faced with rejection. Is it that they didn't request for corp members? Or the corp members sent are not with relevant qualification? Is the government trying to force corpers on them? After taking corp members far away from home, rejection is not what they need right now. Many are broken by multiple rejections. Many who have made a brave decision to stay are having a second thought. What if half the population did not redeploy? Or was the redeployment a strategy to depopulate Plateau State? If so many people didn't apply for relocation, we would have even more people faced with rejection.

Rejection for some is the supporting evidence for relocation. A lady recieved her rejection news with a smile and relief. From the first glance at the surrounding, she concluded she couldn't stay. Rejection is the joy of some people. They pray for it and even ask the employer for it. Since its a legitimate reason to leave the vicinity, it is the desire of many who want to leave. What an irony? Some fear it, others want it. Those who want aren't given, those who want to go are retained. Life really is unfair.

My heart goes out to everyone who has been rejected. I hope and post you find a resting place. I'm not so concerned about getting a place of primary assignment, my main concern is your state of mind while you are seeking one. Take heart and take courage. And to those who have been accepted, congratulations. Determine to give your best. What is worth doing at all is worth a excellent touch. Remember it is one opportunity to extract the virtues of the past generation, correct wrong impressions about this generation, write upon the hearts of the people and determine the future.

Yours in National Service.

Allawee Don Land #MyCorperDiary #day18

Today at about a minute past 6pm, good news arrived. We were all expecting our allowance and the authorities said we would get it before Sunday. They didn't give us exact time for security sake. It didn't take long before the admin block was over crowded. Up until mealtime, people where still there. Unfortunately, I was on the slowest queue in the world. It seemed everyone kept space for the other. As one person was leaving, another was standing by. Soon, some people assumed authority to stop the stagnant queue. The gravity of the occasion called for sanity. We didn't have to wait for a big day to learn discipline. We ought to start from little things.

Soon I was in from of the queue and I forgot all my tears and toils on the camp. As the allawee touched my hand I felt like a feather grew out of my historical NYSC cap. Let me digress a little. The NYSC cap is certainly a one of the numerous types of hats/caps. It is the 'liquid cap.' It has no shape of its own. It only takes the shape of the head of the person wearing it. The allawee made some people proud. It made others gain confidence and got others drunk. For me, life continues.
Physically, we were paid 19800 naira, but its actually economic value is 19720. I guess the government is trying to use us to dispose racks of 20 notes fit for the waste. But its all good. Though, 4 mutilated pieces of 20 naira notes is negligible but the thought of it hunts a prudent man or 'ijebu man' as the case may be...

Many Things We Take For Granted #MyCorperDiary #Day19

This is a word for perfectionists, who want to get every detail right before entering the limelight. The truth is we are not so confident about our work that we think we are far from average marketable standard. We think there are a gazillion people better than we are. This is our greatest bane, our number one enemy.

Another similar situation is doing somethings we enjoy doing so much that we are willing to do it for free anytime. We do not seem to understand the value of the service we offer so that we can't maximize the economic benefits of our passion.

We must be able to appreciate ourselves. Also, the fact that people pass comments at your work at intervals is enough evidence for you to raise your heads. People commend what they wouldn't mind. Above all, there is no evidence greater than personal conviction. No matter how much people commend you, if you don't find confidence within, you can't take the share you deserve. You need confidence to demand compensation for your work. That must come from within.

What exactly informed this? I'm not exactly a graphic artist (sounds like 'not so confident about my graphic artist ability') but I do have interest in designing. I have seen some designs that aren't so fascinating. I have also made some designs that I got commended for. That would have been some gain if I had the confidence to make demands.

This does not translate to demanding compensation for everything we do. However, we must be able to identify and take advantage of opportunity in the midst of enjoying life and building relationships.

Last Night #MyCorperDiary#day20

This is the last night in the orientation camp. There are mixed feelings in the atmosphere. We want to stop the parade, the morning meditations in the intense cold, the endless queues, column of dusty air, the uniforms, the lack of privacy, the watery soups, rude faces and wrong impressions. At the same time, we don't want to leave our friends, the constant meals, the transient liberty, the fun, competitions, social gatherings, exercises, handy and cheap laundry services, new faces, new passion.

The night started with a burnfire. People danced around, took pictures and after a while reality started dawning. The face you see today, you might see no more. For the rest of the night, people were moving in twos. I could tell they were exchanging final words and perhaps final affection. Soon I moved from the arena to the hall with a friend. We continued to chat while I accessed the situation with one eye. The chairs had been cleared out to produce a dancing floor. I'm not sure of this was intentional, but it seemed like the best idea for such a night. In twos as usual, they started perfuming their last dances. The steps seem to be well coordinated. I can say the steps were coincidentally in synchrony with the music. They were all actually dancing to the rhythms of the heart.

I am sure several 'signs and wonders' would have transpired but as our judiciary will say 'I do not have substantial evidence to make comments or convictions at the moment. As a matter of fact, lightout was pushed ahead by a few minutes. That is a greater gift for some than a timely allawee.

For me, I had mixed feelings too. A few more people I wanted to get closer to but I hadn't even said my first hello. A lot of people I wanted more time with and take away a pinch of their motivation. There remains a lot of goodness not done, nice words not spoken, great complement not given, bright smile not shared, gentle wave not raised. Though i've got some contacts, they'll never feel like a chat with accompanied with a gaze.

Sometimes, life is fueled by the desire to cover up missed chances. However, we just have to proceed with the hope that we have met everyone fate wanted us to meet and done all we ought to do at this time if we want to live without regret.

After These Things #MyCampDiary #SundayService

I had a wish granted today. I haven't been a part of the Choir since camp started. Though I really wanted to, I couldn't sqeeze out the time. My unit had meetings at the same time as the choir. As the service started, I didn't see either of the faces that usually played the piano. I got the consent of the person in charge and touched a Keyboard for the first time in 3 weeks. It was a privilege to be part of a wonderful worship session.

We had the privilege to recieve the ministry of a minister who had been a worshiper for years. He wrote a book on standards for a worshiper to which Bro Gbile Akanni forwarded. He coincidentally wad the one who taught and led the popular NCCF Family Song for the first time at the National Conference then. His name, Bro (Prof. Pic). Just as I expected, the first thing He did was to teach us a song. "Your Word is true, oh Lord. I can hang my life on it." After we learnt the song, he led us to a few minutes of heartfelt prayer declaring God's Word as true and basis of our life. That great song forged the basis of the entire sermon.

From the book of Genesis 15, he picked a phrase "after these things." He explained from Abram himself that not until a total dependence on God's True Word, God didn't make a promise of protection and reward to Abraham. He emphasised on consecration, dedication and attention to spiritual things above physical things. He taught with the illustration of a sister whom God trained to be prudent not knowing she's being prepared to meet her God ordained (perfect from God's perspective), low income (as perceived by men) bachelor. She first learnt not to put hope in earthly possessions. Next she learnt to be a faithful steward. They're married today and stewarding wealth greater than their joint income. Until we have lost our attachment to earthly possessions, we can't recieve God's word.

Massive Redeployment from Plateau #MyCorperDiary

Over 1800 of the 3500 corp members posted to Plateau State were granted relocation. The authorities tried hard to keep everyone back. They brought the heads of all major security agents in the state to give us assurance of safety. They brought tales of joy and wealth, food and 'allawee news' from several local government areas, also to no avail.

Initially, about 200 were instantly relocated for marital and health reasons. That included nursing mothers. In the course of the orientation, medical screenings was done for those who brought reports. Those whose case were thought to be urgent were also allowed immediate relocation while others' were deferred till a further time. But during the camp something happened.

One night there was so much noise in the camp. We were instructed to get into our hostels, a similar call to lightout but way too early. There was panic. The military came in with extra men and gadgets. The last straw that broke the carmel's back was the APC (Armoured Personnel Carrier), popularly known as the armoured tank right in the middle of the maami market. People called home, calls came from home. Eventually, nothing happened. The only company we had was the military, our friends. But a lot of dust had been raised such that Abuja gave directives to grant relocation to all who applied. This is the primary reason for the large number.It was after this incident that delegates of the Military, NSCDC, Nigerian Police Force, Immigration, Military (Joint Special Taskforce), SSS all came to give us assurance.

The authorities tried to pacify our fears. They encouraged us to cancel our requests for relocation. Only a few people did. The competitions were open to those who had no intention to relocate even though that wasn't strictly adhered to. Winners of the Mangu's Got Talent, Miss NYSC, Mr Macho, Mr Cute, Bold and Beautiful and other competitions will not be granted relocation. Some we caught on the dilemma and were required to drop their gifts or forfeit relocation. What a dilemma! You do not deserve the glory until you are willing to identify with the story.

Don't imagine that those left behind are helpless and easily defeated people. Don't Even think about it. I believe they are here because they are fearless. Fear is not only nursing negative thoughts. To fear is to make decisions based on unfounded facts, hearsay and illusions.

Meet my Friends #MyCorperDiary #Part2 #day17

Omolade: My Friend's Friend
We came in the same bus to the Plateau but didn't talk much. Incidentally, we graduated from different extremes of the same prestigious institution. It was while we were on the dreaded verification queue that we found more common grounds. We had a mutual friend and mutual interest in music. We both volunteered for the MDG's, FACOR sector to be precise. There's one more common ground we have that family and community life reorientation is integral to sustainable development. She sings really fine and a person of faith.

Tosin: My Personal Miss Mangu
Since our arrival here she has bought and read three novels, one of which is Bible-size. In this chocked up daily routine, I am amazed that someone will squeeze out time for that. She represented my Platoon for MissPlateau paegent and she did really well. Unfortunately, she wasn't part of the top three. She's my winner anyway. She's friendly and intelligent, an edge she had over the array of beautiful contestants. She's the ebony kind of beautiful, which is prefect for an African Queen Contest. She's the kind who'd easily blend in the midst of guys, the whole catwalk tutorial is boxed her up.

Tobi: Cool Calm Caring
Also, a graduate from the other end of my university, he's dark, smart, cool, generous and kind. He has a good sense of humour. He was a good and consistent encouragement while I was freezing under my blanket. He doesn't talk much but his smiles will compensate his silence.

Imole: Very Unique Name
I don't even remember his name is Seun. I prefer to call him Imole-light. IT savvy, calm, intelligent, friendly, creative and entrepreneurial. Look forward to sharing idea and doing business together.

Time will not permit me to talk about Busola, the Non Tribalistic friend from Ekiti and psychologist. Omowumi, Runaway Queen, Entrepreneur and fashion enthusiast and tailoring apprentice. George, Workaholic Platoon leader, pianist and with a very curious mind. Seun, the lawyer.Seun, cute confident. Johana, fit, friendly and agile lady who led the first guard at the parade and won us second position. Kalu, sportsman, member of the Choir, lover of God, commander of the 5 platoon squad. Ken, friendly, frank and a prospect for a career in comedy but he doen't seem to agree with me. Wale, the Yoruba man with a northerners face. Lara, Yoruba girl with fulani tongue. She's used to the weather and has never worn a sweater.

I will say in summary that my camp experience is made up of interesting activities, amazing people and wonderful weather.

There's a Time to Mourn and a Time to Laugh #MyCorperDiary #Day21

Today we recieved our letters of posting. There was so much anxiety in the air. Many tears, many silence, many disappointments, many promises fulfilled, many promises unfulfilled. After holding us together for weeks and allowing us to build bonds with each other, today we would be dispersed. The bonds would be turn apart, some for a moment and some forever. Life continues stills. We must proceed to fulfil our dreams; we must continue in our service to our dear nation.

Many people were so excited just before the posting letters were distributed. This wasn't because they knew they were going to a wonderful place but because their request for relocation was granted. Some didn't get exactly what they wanted but leaving the 'north' was enough consolation for them. They have encouragement to those of us staying back. Some saw us as 'supermen.' But the issue is not being strong but being sane. Fear is not a noble reason to make a decision. I'd rather maintain status quo until I have a more honourable basis for my decision.

I wonder many times why Solomon said "I'd rather go to the house of morning than a house of rejoicing." Though I seek more insight, one reason is that 'house of morning' calls for genuine assessment. Ecstasy brews exaggeration and unrealistic hopes. Sobriety is a perfect environment to properly look into our hearts and seek the answers we need. God often speaks in sobriety. And if this is the position you find yourself today. Don't be in a hurry to drink yourself out or sink yourself deeper in depression. Remain calm and be alert, we receive the greatest encouragement of our lives at times like this. We make the best quality decisions at such moments. Many are unhappy with their PPA. Do not be in a haste to make a decision. Respect the effort of the 'senior corpers' who are trying hard to console us. True comfort will not come from without. Let this quietness be enough to hear the voice capable to give you comfort.

We have got so much attempts to make us feel better. Some have said inadequate and expensive accommodation and rejection is a major challenge in urban areas. They console those of us in rural areas that accommodation and acceptance is our edge. But no comfort is more effective and perpetual as that we learn in serenity.

There is a time to laugh. Joy gives us a surge of energy. It has its place as well. We need energy for implementation. We need energy for action. As soon as we obtain encouragement from our low moments, let's allow the high moments have their way. We need that energy. There is a time to mourn and a time to laugh. Don't let one extend beyond its necessary limits. Too much of either is toxic-depression or delusion. Just enough of each is fine-serenity and zeal!

Corruption: Crime According to Law #MyCorperDiary #Day16

Yesterday, we had delegates from ICPC deliver a lecture to us. At the beginning of the lecture, corruption was defined as 'not acting according to laid down rules.' I wasn't convinced by that definition. It got me thinking. I checked the dictionary to get a better definition. I was more comfortable with what I found. It spoke about actions without consideration for integrity, morals and values and not necessarily going against rules. This is profound. Moreover, the law has refused to pacify corruption. As matter of fact, corruption is playing according to loopholes in the judiciary. We should look beyond the courtroom to ensure that corruption is overcome.

My intention is not to mention again the endless list of corruption in the leadership of our great nation. I am just marvelled at the mild but profound expressions amongst the youth. Right now, it doesn't seem so noticeable but even in its infancy, greed and corruption bears all the features of his father-full fledge corruption on national scale. Anyone who is faithful in little will be faithful in much. Whoever can't restrain his appetite in a pond will not be able to in the sea. Some corp members had the opportunity to serve and endured their friends got double.

A few days after our arrival here, a group of corp members were lamenting about how corruption had become institutionalised. One person was even worried about his unborn kids. I cut into the discussion. I said he need not worry if he trains his own children properly. I said there's no war against corruption without sacrifice. We experience denial, hunger and alienation. We can't stand against evil without making enemies. One sure way to raise our kids to be anti-corrupt is to teach them to be content with what they deserve and never covetous with what they don't. They must not be partial, they must not seek public recognition. Better still, you must show them more than you tell them. They must learn integrity, morally and imbibe values from you. If there's any inconsistency between your words and actions, we leave our children at the mercy of the status quo.

The judiciary is only effective when there enough evidence. How much is 'enough?' We all know that corruption is 'crime according to the law' and is usually without 'sufficient' evidence. Corruption is evident but there is never enough evidence to call it a crime. We must teach that it is not wisdom to outsmart the law. It is corruption. We must be able to do what is right even if it is not started explicitly in the law.

When you get into power, do not take more than you deserve even if the law is handicapped in that regard. The war against corruption starts with restraint, then impartiality, then integrity, morality and finally legality.

Meet My Friends #MyCorperDiary #Day15

Gbenga: People Who Taught Me Kindness
We've been friends from 100l, luckily we are serving in the same state. He showed up at everyone's Man O' War Drill. By everyone, I mean the friends he has made since the camp started. He helped to take pictures and ultimately save us from exorbitant costs of the photographers. This meant so much to all of us. And to repay his kind gesture, we all showed up at his own drill. About 5 of us turned up to take his own pictures. That teaches me a quick lesson-kindness pays.

Olumide: A Remarkable Poet
We were classmates in secondary school. He's now almost double my height. When I grow older, I want to be tall like him. After 7 years we meet again in Plateau State. He was the first person from whom I heard the word 'betterment.' At the time, he usually studies the dictionary and shares new words with us almost everyday. He was put up for NYSC Mangu's Got Talent and qualified for the last 15 with a gospel song - Mighty God by Deitrick Haddon. The Panel asked him to do a secular song. He after much hesitation preformed Storm is Over by R. Kelly. At the finals, he performed Sound of Victory by R. Kelly. He passed a silent message that you can remain desent while you entertain people. He grabbed the second price with 2Face's If Na Just Me. I'm so proud of Him.

He gave me a collection of his writings so that I can include one of it on this blog. I loved it. I particularly love 'Tatakuku' that shows how civilization encroaches on culture and harms our environment. Stay tuned!

Tosin: Remarkable Voice
We got talking based on our common interest-music. She has a great voice, she's indeed talented. She also qualified for the final 5 of the NYSC Mangu's Got Talent. I personally think she is the most talented person among the top 5 but due to technical errors she came fifth. The other guys were also good but I think their success had to do with experience rather than talent. One lesson, talent is not enough!

Olabisi: School Mother at My Age
We met in the Fellowship. A graduate of Agric Engineering and an aspiring educationist which I think she'll do really good at. She's always asking about my welfare. That makes me feel really guilty because I can't keep up with her niceness. She does it better. She will almost drive me to wear a sweater in the intense cold and quiz me whenever I miss fellowship. Good friends indeed take a transient superior position to help us become better people.

To be continued...

Can Tribal Differences Be Totally Ignored? #MyCorperDiaries #day11

Today, it is the turn of my platoon to fill the book of life. First, I wonder why it bears that name. It mitigates the importance of what the Book of Life actually is. Secondly, this would be about the 10th time so far we would be filling in our details by hand. What happened to the electronic copy of our details? Why do we have to spend valuable time on the queue to give NYSC what they already have? I especially pity the person who wrote numbers 1- 3500 with a marker, that person deserves a perseverance medal.

Immediately after parade rehearsals, we queued to start filling. I got a space and left to get my food. I returned but the queue hadn't moved an inch. It appears there's a pregnant woman in front filling for unborn generations. I left to wash and returned, only to realise the queue had been reshuffled. I had to start over. I waited to get a space but I was feeling dizzy right where I sat. I decided to give my number to a friend to call when my turn is close.

While waiting, just before I went in to take a.nap, I went to check accounts department to collect my internal transport allowance. I asked directions from an elderly male member of staff. He asked where I am from and I said Ogun. Next, he asked if i was Ijebu. Since I was unsuspecting I said yes. He then asked me to introduce him to money rituals. That must have been a joke because if I knew I wouldn't probably be making enquires for collecting 1000. But whether he was serious or not, I realised two things. First, the average ijebu person is considered fetish. Secondly, that is the fear every other person nurtures about Ijebus.

I returned to the queue and started a conversation with a lady to while away time. We came in the same bus together. The first question she asked me was "Are you Ijebu?" It sounded like fail this test and you don't qualify for a conversation. I didn't realize I was in for trouble. She said her mum told her not to even talk to an ijebu boy. I was shocked! I probed to know why. I discovered she thinks every ijebu person was fetish among many reasons. I tried to convince her that civilization, faith and urban settlements pacifies the traditional characteristics of our ethnic origin. But all attempts were futile.

Here, you find cliques of people communication in their indigenous language. They are building stronger bonds with people with same ethnicity.and creating wider gaps with others. That is an automatic signal that 'if you aren't one of us, you aren't welcome.' It is so serious that you can't ask 5 questions without raising the issue of ethnicity. If you don't raise it, they will.

One good practice in an environment like this is to communicate in English. Another practice is to relate on professional/career basis than ethnicity. This will help keep off the very sensitive issues of ethnicity.

But it isn't all negative. I have seen friends learn language at the speed of light. I am really impressed. I sincerely wish I can do the same.

I must say that effective education will help relate properly with people from other places. We should be able to overcome these limitations because we are educated. Also, genuine faith helps to live beyond ethnic limitations. Kindness and love is universal. A smile is universal. Next time anyone asks me about my origin, I'll say "I'm Femi, from Nigeria!'

Man O' War Drills: Raising Leaders by Building Courage #MyCorperDiary #day14

Today, it is the turn of my platoon to undertake the dreaded and yet interesting routine. For me, it was particularly interesting to realise that all the gadgets were fashioned after a philosophy, principle or historical events.

The opening lecture and demonstration was inspiring and thought provoking. It called for confidence, originality, creativity. It inspired us to face life's challenges head-on. It inspired us to take risks. It encouraged us to focus on goals ahead so that we would be motivated in life rather than on the imminent mess or challenges that discourage us.

You can tell each individual's personality by their performance here. You can tell those who love adventure and those who love to coast in their comfort zone. You can tell which people are more concerned with their image and reputation rather than on life's goals. You can tell which people are too proud to seek help and those who wouldn't mind help all the way. You can tell the strong from the enduring; you can tell the bold from the apprehensive. Tough times indeed reveal our real personality.

I wanted to break a record. Most of the people who went ahead came out really messy. I was wondering if I really have to end up like most other people. I wanted to do the entire routine and finish stainless. I tried but had to unfold my sleeve at some point. My sleeve was really really dirty. After the messiest part where we had to crawl through mud at the expense of being caught in barbed wire, I wasn't too messy. An officer saw me and wasn't too comfortable that I was almost stainless. He rubbed my khaki with another to make us look alike-muddy.

We didn't get to laugh so much. Our ladies were serving punishment for 'sanitation crimes.' So we didn't get to see the fit, fat and funny. They joined us later but we didn't get to catch glimpse of the scenes. A lot of trousers also gave way as expected. Many bruises, cuts and blisters also accompanied us home. But that could not take away the overall fun of the experience.

I am convinced that many people overcame their fears. Many people were reborn and had fresh courage to face life. That is remarkable!

You Can't Have Both, Choose One or Loose Both #MyYouthCorperDiary #day8

Some days are so busy that you hardly get time to notice spectacular things. To worsen matters, the last few hours of the day meant for reflexions are overtaken by sleep. Today is one of such days. I was too tired to fill my diary. And when I wanted to and had the time, I couldn't remember a thing. I'm only putting this together four days after...

I am awed by the number of activities going on simultaneously. Several organisations are seeking volunteers and even though you have interest in all, you have to choose one! Infact some volunteer programs would require that you miss compulsory orientation programs. But this is indeed part of our training NYSC teaches time management, prioritizing.

You can't be platoon leader and be an instrumentalist in Church. My platoon leader is currently faced with this dilemma. He played the piano while platoon activities hadn't reached its helm. Now that things are in full force, he hardly has time for himself. From the moment he wakes till he lays to sleep, he is serving members of the platoon. He can't even volunteer for programs he has interest in. A life of leadership deprives you of some privacy and personal attention. If a habit of personal development has not been inculcated, assuming a position of leadership automatically freezes your ability to do so.

Also, for the first few days, it seemed that Church attendance and related meetings couldn't be done without skipping meals. Though the sacrifice is worth it, missing dinner 6days a week isn't healthy. Thank God the timing has improved. We can now win both ways-living bread and loaf of bread.

This is part of the training, managing time and defining priorities. If we do not decide, we do both haphazardly and regret we didn't do it well..Life offers many opportunities. Some are actually distractions while some aren't meant for us. The ability to know which we are ready for and can maximize is priceless. If we try to grab all, we well never have a firm grip. Hold on to one or loose all..

In the midst of it all, Opportunities Abound #MyCorperDiary #Day13

Today we had representatives from the CBN address us. They outlined series of financial assistance offered by the government to assist youths. There are several attractive loan packages that the CBN offers to specially for Agric purposes. I was beginning to wonder if this is the same Nigeria that people complain about unemployment.

We must not ignore the fact that it is not as easily accessible as it is portrayed. At the same time, we must not also ignore the fact that people prefer to sit back idly earning trickles rather than research heavily and come up with proposals that can gain sponsorship.

Aside loans, there at also cash prizes for the best 3 proposals in each state of the federation. Then, the best proposals in all the states will compete at the national level for a more attractive price. This is a win win situation, you can get a prize for your idea, most especially if it is able to provide enjoyment and contribute to the community or economy at large.

Another opportunity that is within the reach of anyone diligent enough is automatic employment or scholarship to further studies up to doctorate level. This, however, week but come by wishing. This comes by outstanding Community Development Service. It is also interesting to know that the employment or scholarship can be transfered to anyone within your family if you aren't willing to take it for yourself.

These are just few of the many opportunities that surround us.Sometimes we need to be attentive to realize them. Other tinges we need to dig deep. But always we need to be diligent to make use of it. Diligence always reward its bearers.

Chief Chef #MyCorperDiary #day7

It was my platoon's turn to make the meals today. We we asked to resume by 4am! I got there 30 minutes late and wad already late for the morning shift. I put my name down for the afternoon shift and joined the parade.

At about 11am, half way into the lectures (yes, we still have lectures), I returned to the kitchen. Again I was late but I insisted. I already had plans for my late evening and wouldn't want anyone to disrupt it. Joining the night shift will make me late for fellowship, I didn't want that. Reluctantly, myself and the others were added to the afternoon shift. It turns out that we were of great help. The current shift makes sure they make adequate preparations for the next. Already, they were almost dive with the lunch, so we were only able to help with okro for dinner. Little did I know I won't get to have a taste.

We sliced okro into pieces small enough to be competed by blenders. I have never seen that much okro in my life - enough to serve 3000 people. It took us a while. The kitchen staff told us that the evening shift will slice 450 tubers of yam. Up till now, I have not been able to picture what that looks like. When we were done, we set ourselves in array ready to discharge our second to the last task-serving food.

My colleagues prepared jollof rice and chicken. This is the first chicken served in the camp. News travelled quickly and everyone turned up. I've never seen these many people queue up. Ten lines of about 250  or more people each. 4 corp members and a kitchen staff were assigned to each queue. One person serve rice, another watched, one served a security and the last ticked and checked meal tickets. The kitchen staff served the chicken. Maximum security was required for that. We didn't want any issues with management like chicked didn't go round.

I was chosen to check meal tickets. A lady in my group was afraid I wouldn't be able to handled the pressure. She called 2 well built  guys to replace me but they didn't answer. I promised not to smile. It turned out I was tougher than the security. A friend was afraid to serve because he was favoured by a friend the previous day and felt indebted. I smiled just a few times though I suffered criticism. I could be hard too. When it comes to business I lay sentiment aside.

The number of turn outs for lunch was the largest ever on camp. Unfortunately, the quantity of rice and chicken was far to small. Lunch had to be cooked in three batches. Meanwhile, we were to pacify the crowd while meal got ready. Chicken finished at some point and beef was used as replacement. I understood the pressure faced by those who made the meals the previous days and promised to not to be rude on that queue anymore.

After everyone had eaten and the fury of hunger was dispersed, a got to eat our own lunch. Since real chicken had been exhausted, we were compensated with head and feet. I got  two heads and 4 feet. Eating that was more work than standing on the queue for hours. but I embraced the challenge. I didn't like when one head fell down midway unto doing justice but we just must make progress nonetheless.

After Church, I returned to eat dinner but it was finished. What was left was just enough for those who made dinner they deserved to have their meal. I seem to miss dinner when I go to Church but it is a worthy sacrifice.

Do gave a lively time. Thanks for reading.

The Glimpse of our Real World Character #MyCorperDiary #Day9

Today, my platoon had a match. All through the competition, no team had a win so far. It has been all draw. The was so much pressure around his match. Were we to continue the jinx? Or are we capable enough to start a new trend? Interestingly, the match time overlapped some periods in the evening fellowship. Was I to ignite the match and support my platoon or leave for Church and let my team down?

As much a I am not a football FANatic there are some matches you wouldn't like to miss. If I am just an observer and I'm worried about being late, what happens to the actual footballers who are worried about missing so many fellowship times? Thank God that missing fellowship doesn't incur Heaven's wrath, there wouldn't be any such thing as #AthletesForChrist, #ChristianBusinessmenFellowship

Just as stated I'm my #day8 start entry, NYSC makes final priority lessons. Everyone who wants to do sports can hardly be part of any other thing. He'd probably be playing while others are in Church. And while others are taking a rest, he is practising. By evening after taking his meal he falls dead tired till the next day. Some might call him unserious, but such dedication is very rare.

NYSC is the glimpse of our behaviour in the real world. Here is one reason why fellowship executive council is a platform for ministry. People who have other things doing won't be there. People who are devoted to fellowship are those who you'll find. These ones are most likely already ministry inclinded and do not bother much about the  extensive list of volunteering, sporting and social activities. Most people stick to one and just let the other go as opportunity cost.

I should tell you about the match before I retire. We won. This implies that we are the first team to win. If any other team wins, it is because we opened the way. Interestingly, all four goals were scored while I came to watch. I jokingly said they should get me a chair so that I can allow them score more but no one believed. As soon as I left, we never scored anther goal. In fact, we conceded one goal. If they won't get me a chair as I watch the next match, I'll be forced to stop the goals  whenever I like ;-)

The Glimpse of our Real World Character #MyCorperDiary #Day9

Today, my platoon had a match. All through the competition, no team had a win so far. It has been all draw. The was so much pressure around his match. Were we to continue the jinx? Or are we capable enough to start a new trend? Interestingly, the match time overlapped some periods in the evening fellowship. Was I to ignite the match and support my platoon or leave for Church and let my team down?

As much a I am not a football FANatic there are some matches you wouldn't like to miss. If I am just an observer and I'm worried about being late, what happens to the actual footballers who are worried about missing so many fellowship times? Thank God that missing fellowship doesn't incur Heaven's wrath, there wouldn't be any such thing as #AthletesForChrist, #ChristianBusinessmenFellowship

Just as stated I'm my #day8 start entry, NYSC makes final priority lessons. Everyone who wants to do sports can hardly be part of any other thing. He'd probably be playing while others are in Church. And while others are taking a rest, he is practising. By evening after taking his meal he falls dead tired till the next day. Some might call him unserious, but such dedication is very rare.

NYSC is the glimpse of our behaviour in the real world. Here is one reason why fellowship executive council is a platform for ministry. People who have other things doing won't be there. People who are devoted to fellowship are those who you'll find. These ones are most likely already ministry inclinded and do not bother much about the  extensive list of volunteering, sporting and social activities. Most people stick to one and just let the other go as opportunity cost.

I should tell you about the match before I retire. We won. This implies that we are the first team to win. If any other team wins, it is because we opened the way. Interestingly, all four goals were scored while I came to watch. I jokingly said they should get me a chair so that I can allow them score more but no one believed. As soon as I left, we never scored anther goal. In fact, we conceded one goal. If they won't get me a chair as I watch the next match, I'll be forced to stop the goals  whenever I like ;-)

The Lord Knows Those Who Are His #MyCorperDiary #day12 #happySunday

Today's ethics was like no other. The preacher didn't attempt to tickle our emotions or caress our ego. He didn't mince words in condemning how much we have replaced worship with entertainment. Being a member of the worship team back home, I know how much such messages pierce the hearts of musicians. The choir had just performed a superb medley. Such a message is the least they would expect.

The preacher was supposed to preach on Gen 15:1 "After these things, the word of the Lord came to Abram in a vision saying I am thy shield and exceeding great reward." But in trying to explain 'after these things' he took us to 2 Tim 2:19 "Nevertheless, the foundations if the Lord stands sure bearing this seal: the Lord knows those who are His and let everyone who is named with the name if the Lord depart from iniquity." I would say the sermon was "The Lord knows those who are His."

He made a powerful illustration. He called an NYSC official who had a son in secondary school. He asked a question "if your son walked past among 500 people, will you recognize him?" She responded in the affirmative. The preacher increased the number to 10000, then 50000 and continued until 5 million. Her answer was still in the affirmative. He made a comment "If a human, mortal with all limitations can still recognize a son, how much more God." No one can deceive God with a great voice or excellent skills. God knows His own.

I could go on and on but I know those who understand already know what I mean. The sermon was thought-provoking, called for increased consecration and introspection. It called for emphasis on personal relationship than collective worship. He returned to Gen 15 and said "God will only be a shield to those who bears His seal..."

It is my prayer that we won't be defensive to God's word. We would be humble and patient to be transformed by God's word.

So Today I Featured in a Drama #MyCorperDiary #Day10

After giving up on my drama carreer, I was just passing to encourage my platoon against their performance coming up in a few minutes. I realised they still had need for 'waka pass' roles. They talked me into it and I obliged.

The drama featured a rich politician who didn't really care about the people. He only wanted their votes to get back into office again. He was ready to spend money. He insulted their lack of eduction, willingness to trade their future and short sightedness in private. However, in public, he made unimaginable promises like erecting the Effiel Tower in their community.

So I featured among the crowd that was insulted in private and caressed in pubic. We hailed the chief and listened to his sweet words. Suddenly, thugs came in to disrupt the campaign. I wasnt at rehearsal, but I did fine. I saw every other person run for their lives. It took me a while to process it and was the last to leave the stage.

I didn't know what happened exactly but I know corpers played a great role in pacifying the thugs and restoring peace. I sincerely hope that we did fine. The results won't be announced until all platoons have presented theirs.

Meanwhile, it was a really cold night. The weather here is wonderful. We freeze in the morning and melt in the afternoon and freeze again in the evening. The dry and dusty wind also plays its part. I think I'm darker too. But I'm fine. I miss home, I miss family, I miss by sweetheart, I miss my clients and I miss my laptop.

Sex Education, the Public and the Family #DiaryOfAFanatic

Today we had a session that addressed health. Emphasis were places on ebola, HIV/AIDS. In the course of HIV/AIDS lecture, the highlight was use of condoms to prevent spread of the virus. Now, the speakers made many more important points but the one on condoms seemed to be very sticky. Why is that so?

I will attempt to answer the "why is that so" queston. Please note that this is just a personal opinion and strongly influenced more by my values and beliefs than facts and figures. Pardon any element of fanatism and every attempt to defy norms.

In the course of the lecture, the wrong use of media was mentioned as one major tool that causes and aggravates sexual vices in the society. Companies have made fortune by use of sex appeal to attract customers. Newspapers, TV channels, artists and products have used both 'censored' and uncensured sexual content to generate consistent and growing followership. It is highly economical, however, long after the product, program or story is forgotten, the 'sexual recidue' lingers.

I sincerely hope the media upgrades from cheap and primitive strategies. While we wait for them  to come up with more creative, highly intellectual ways to pass their message, there remains yet another unsuspecting beast-Sex Education.

There are many claims that sex education has brought so many things to light. Facts and figures also probably indicate a positive impact but just as what was hidden is exposed, what has has never been done is also suggested. And from the way the human mind works, we necessarily do not hear what is intended, we hear what we want to hear. Our hidden desires and prejudice affects what we deduce from people's speeches. We listed selectively. Though we hear what people say and can often quote them, we imply what we really want.

Sexual education, I believe has caused more harm than good. And since its effect is not directly tracable to it, the thief is again sent to catch the thief: sexual education is prescribed to solve increasing sexual perversion in the society.If sexual education was sufficient, the data from research will show improvement. Instead, it is showing a decline. Infact, many unsuspecting victims fall prey of so called educators. What then is the way?

A pubic general approach to sexual education is not needed. The effort should be channelled to individual counselling. But, if a general approach is slow or inefficient, how could one on one approach be? Attending to individuals can address selective listening to an extent. General approach creates similar desires in everyone who is present. Understand can explore further without much effort. However, for individual approach, no other person can take advantage of the new knowledge since the exact content is discussion is not known to them. How then can individuals be reached effectively, timely and cheaply?

Families! A family is beyond one's source and sponsors. A family is the forge where values, beliefs and character is formed in a child. Children don't often echo their parents' frank talks. They keep it in their hearts and live with it as commandments. There is an existing authority already that gives weight to the education. And most importantly, there is trust. We will obey more often whom we trust than one we fear.

Parents arise, let us not leave our responsibility to schools-the responsibility of informing and educating them about life's most intimate and sacred things. The curriculum is overstretched already. No passion can be greater than family; no authority stronger; no fear purer; no lesson understood better; no impact is sustained longer. Nothing like family. Lets make the home more than where we rest our heads and where we retreat to on holidays. Let's make Family what it ought to be.

Skill Acquisition and Entrepreneurial Development: Nigeria's Suitable Answer to Unemployment #MyCorperDiary #day6

Its been 2 years now since the NYSC scheme introduced the SAED (Skill Acquisition and Entrepreneurial Development). The government realised the intense competition for white collar jobs, insufficient impact of the educational system and unexploited opportunities in manufacturing and as a result made provision to train, equip, mentor and sponsor fresh graduates to start up businesses. This has been the basis of financial freedom for hundreds of corp members, source of employment for thousands and the reason why some communities have been placed on the map.

As usual, I fear that people will turn the usual coldness to this honest effort from the government. Over the years the percentage of people who have succeeded is quite small. But there are people who have succeeded. Why should I not be among those why succeed? I must say that this is an opportunity of opportunities. A freshly discharged corp member came around to inspire us. Another currently serving corper who already runs a movie/photography business also stirred our hearts. It is indeed possible that the so dreaded service year becomes the most remarkable moment.

Our success is directly linked to the amount of passion and effort put into it. But even if it appears not to yield the desired result, you would have recieved one of the most quality trainings in your desired industry that can never be taken away from you at the government's expense. Even if things don't turn out as expected, you would have learnt a valuable business lesson that will forever improve your quality of business choices, decisions and strategies all at the expense of the government.

This is the answer that many people seek. Do not let it pass you by. You may delay pleasure and defer gratification for the time being. You'd have a happier pleasure when your soup is done.

Corp Members Likely to Change their Mind on Relocation after Sunday Service #MyCorperDiary #Day6

Thank God it is Sunday. I am certain this is the most anticipated day in all NYSC orientation camps across the nation. No parades, the day seedbed to end in a hurry. I look forward to the next.

Today was really interesting. We had a great service in Church. We has a minister encourage us. The theme of the service was just what we needed to hear- "I well be your shield and exceeding great reward."

Without doubt, Plateau along with other Northern states have the largest number of corp members who intend to relocate. A colleague here puts the estimate at about 60%. It is impractical that the government will honour all requests. If they did, only a few people will be left. Though that's not the point of my writing. I would only like to outline the possible impact of today's service on that figure.

As we know, relocation is mainly granted based on marital and health reasons. Quite a number of people have Medical reports to back up their case for relocation. And unfortunately a good number of these reports hold no water. People want to get close to their businesses, family, home and normal life and they intend to do so at all cost. Desperation will make men do unimaginable things like cooking up reports that make them look like moving corpses.

The first major point reached by the minister was assurance of God's protection. He made us realise how important we are to God and how much God paid to redeem us. He will never trade us cheaply. Anyone who wants to confront us will have God to contend with. This was quite comforting.

Next, he condemned the act of attempting to protect ourselves by wanting to relocate by all means. God is consistent and falsehood is not found in Him. He established that fake medical reports is a sin and a sign that we don't trust God to keep us. At this point, people were silent and sent to rethink. It will be safe to assume that a number of people reconsidered their relocation especially those based on fake reports.

The preacher also made us understand that, there are opportunities right under our foot. There is always something one can do to be established wherever man find himself. Personally, I look forward to opportunities like this. I do not only aim to serve, I am determined to flourish.

The number of people who made a commitment to God after such thought-provoking sermon was impressive. If this is genuine, the number of people seeking redeployment will fall dramatically, many more people will accept the challenge and seek or create opportunities here as the case may be. And Nigeria will have fewer number of corrupt citizens to deal with.

It is amazing to find people of among the officials. The Camp Director, Mrs Naomi, sang a powerful song telling of God's greatness:
"God's still working on me, to make me what I ought to be..." To crown it all, the state coordinator, Mrs Lois, started her experiences as a young Christian student and urged us to be faithful and lead by example.

The rest of the day went well. There was time to talk. I was surprised to hear people laugh at my comments. I'm really shocked and for a while fantasized about doing comedy. The stage isn't anything like the pew.  Launch was fried rice. What a compensation for skipping breakfast. Dinner was beans. I was surprised to learn that it got exhausted before everyone was served. I expected that there would be surplus. It appeared that they assumed there will be excess and so served generously. Or could it have been that all those who boasted they wouldn't eat humbled themselves? Dinner was early. The time seemed to crawl. Eventually, sleep came and I started typing more consonants than necessary. I decided to sleep and finish this until the next morning...

Do you feel guilty about doing good?

Have you ever done a good deed that backfired? Have you ever obeyed instructions and it turned against you? Have you ever tried speaking the truth and you ened up suffering for it? Honestly, what do you think after such happens to you? Do you regret your decisions? Do you vow not to be so nice anymore? Do you conclude that all men are just the same?

On the third day of camp, some people had not got kits and so were not on parade. That means they were exempted from the parade, drills and punishments. In fact, during the period of the dreaded punishment, those without kits sat comfortably and found us to be really amusing. But on this side, pretor fumed with fury. They hated that they were punished for being good corp members. The absent, pregnant, nursing mothers, those who didn't wear their kits and those who haven't got all escaped.

I heard people show dissatisfaction that some were 'free.' I also heard people vow not to use the kits since they can escape parade that way. The emphasis have been shifted from the main reason for being punished to envying other's liberty. Consequently, the lesson is not learnt, bitterness is sown and the cycle its bound to be repeated.

We must realise that only a few will pay the price for all. Only a few will bear the burden of all. If all men were martyrs, for whom did they sacrifice? Who will enjoy the aftermath? If we cannot bear to see people enjoy while we endure, we cannot be leaders for revolution.

In my hostel, some people brought up the discussion about corruption in Nigeria. One said things will continue that way. Another said he is afraid of the kind of life his grand children will live. Someone said, if all aren't ready to change, there's no point for one person to change since. He implied that one good cannot overcome many evils. I strongly disagree. All major revolutions have only a few people sacrifice for all. In fact, the greatest movement had only one saviour sacrifice for all.

Do you feel jealous when other people are enjoying a better fate? Do you wish others partake in your sufferings and struggles? Then you aren't ready to lead a change. Corruption in Nigeria will end when some people will choose poverty for the sake of enriching generations unborn. Corruption will end when people choose death so that they preserve the lives of generations to come.

I Will Blossom

I Will Blossom

I am Nigerian
Green is my colour
I am Nigerian
Fertility is my identity

I am fruitful by nature
Though my seed today is buried
Soon my fruits will mature
Even if the air is cold and the ground is arid

Everywhere my seed is thrown, I take root
Everywhere my bud is grown, I bear fruit

Plateau, the home of peace and tourism
Here I will blossom and flourish
From nothing, I will defy norms and reasonings
I will become prosperous and be nourished

Do you feel guilty about doing good?

Have you ever done a good deed that backfired? Have you ever obeyed instructions and it turned against you? Have you ever tried speaking the truth and you ened up suffering for it? Honestly, what do you think after such happens to you? Do you regret your decisions? Do you vow not to be so nice anymore? Do you conclude that all men are just the same?

On the third day of camp, some people had not got kits and so were not on parade. That means they were exempted from the parade, drills and punishments. In fact, during the period of the dreaded punishment, those without kits sat comfortably and found us to be really amusing. But on this side, pretor fumed with fury. They hated that they were punished for being good corp members. The absent, pregnant, nursing mothers, those who didn't wear their kits and those who haven't got all escaped.

I heard people show dissatisfaction that some were 'free.' I also heard people vow not to use the kits since they can escape parade that way. The emphasis have been shifted from the main reason for being punished to envying other's liberty. Consequently, the lesson is not learnt, bitterness is sown and the cycle its bound to be repeated.

We must realise that only a few will pay the price for all. Only a few will bear the burden of all. If all men were martyrs, for whom did they sacrifice? Who will enjoy the aftermath? If we cannot bear to see people enjoy while we endure, we cannot be leaders for revolution.

In my hostel, some people brought up the discussion about corruption in Nigeria. One said things will continue that way. Another said he is afraid of the kind of life his grand children will live. Someone said, if all aren't ready to change, there's no point for one person to change since. He implied that one good cannot overcome many evils. I strongly disagree. All major revolutions have only a few people sacrifice for all. In fact, the greatest movement had only one saviour sacrifice for all.

Do you feel jealous when other people are enjoying a better fate? Do you wish others partake in your sufferings and struggles? Then you aren't ready to lead a change. Corruption in Nigeria will end when some people will choose poverty for the sake of enriching generations unborn. Corruption will end when people choose death so that they preserve the lives of generations to come.

NYSC and Young Entrepreneurs: Parallel Lines Indeed

After the civil war, the government came up with the NYSC to bind the different ethic groups in Nigeria together. However, the scheme was established when the predominant source of income for the graduate was government employment. People hardly had plans of their own. They solely depended on the government and large corporations for income. It was at a time when there was no competition. The number of people who sought higher education was little and the industry evolved very slowly.

37 years after, many of these conditions have changed. Though government is still a massive employer, it is no longer the major. Many private corporations have risen to share the responsibility with the government. But government has continued to term the scheme 'compulsory.'

Honestly, this scheme has transformed the nation. Development has reached unimaginable locations, people from various ethnic backgrounds have met, become friends and even family. Government has got hands to carry out special projects. In fact, I strongly believe that the scheme is one reason Nigeria is still united. But is this sufficient reason to put an abrupt end to a group of people who are bound to transform Nigeria's economy? Is this sufficient reason to sabotage a honest effort to innovate and probably ease Nigeria of a few more employment burdens?

Gradually and over the years, the industry have evolved faster than the educational system. Consequently, knowledge delivered by our institutions became obsolete. Employers, including the government, have created additional trainings to make graduates fit to work. Because of this, students no longer wait to finish school to partake in this additional trainings. Hence, they become employable even before they finish school. But before they get hold of themselves, their career hits a brick wall when the government requires them to leave compulsorily for a year.

Unlike the early days of the compulsory youth service, the industry evolves almost daily. Also, the competition is so much that as much as a hundred people at least seek your current position. One month away from your work makes you outdated and more likely to be replaced. If one month can do such damage, how much more one year?

Entrepreneurs suffer the most. They are separated from their business. They are separated from their market. They are taken away from the environment they have mastered. Since most businesses are conceived to serve an environment, a new location will have a devastating effect. Many of their businesses cannot be adapted for the rural areas to which they will be posted. Since most entrepreneurs are emotionally attached to their infant businesses, the government ends up creating broken corp members who, if eventually they agree to serve, will serve half heartedly. These are people who have refused to be a burden to the government and yet the government forced and is struggling to put them on payroll.

Subsidized professional exams have solved the problem of people being outdated after one year service. Skill acquisition and entrepreneurial development have created a leverage for people who intend to be entrepreneurs. However, there is no provision for those with businesses already. This is a major issue the government should look into. Career and business are very important issues and a sensitive government should take this aspects if its citizens' life seriously.

There are quite a number of solutions the government can consider:

Firstly, government can offer businessmen the option of redeployment for their business' sake. Career is very important. It is an integral part of the society just like family. It should be given due consideration.

Secondly, the scheme should no longer be compulsory. This can be a great and very unpredictable move at the same time. This can be complemented by making the scheme a requirement for those seeking government employment.

Thirdly, if the compulsory status is to be maintained, corp members should be posted to relevant ppa. This can help prevent 'career gap' that one year off the field can cause.

The impact of this decision, if made, will benefit not just the graduates but also the government. This will largely reduce government expenditure. Also, unemployment will be reduced. Infant businesses would have grown considerably in one year if nurtured but will reduce to ruins if abandoned for that long.

In one year, the small business would have been able to sustain one or more families. But if abandoned, the entrepreneur is likely to be unemployed and his family in starvation.

If the youth service scheme is not compulsory, the camps will be less congested and the orientation itself more effective.

My heart goes out to entrepreneurs whose businesses are on hold because of their dedication to Nigeria. I hope you find a honest way to get back to your business or better still generate another idea that can thrive in your new location.

Day of Karma #MyCorperDiary #day5

As usual, the weather this morning was cold. However, I seemed to be over prepared. My jacket, head warmer, gloves, long socks made me sweat in the intense cold. Also, the morning drills and exercise was awesome.

Yesterday, the men were punished and the ladies set free. The soldiers promised their time will come. I suspected it will come sooner than expected. The military do not put off things for long.

Immediately after parade, the men were set free and the ladies faced their judgement. Just as I thought, it happened. Some little hearted men scorned and laughed. They were happy to watch the ladies suffer awhile. Unfortunately, they didn't understand something. There's no reason to be excited that the ladies are punished. We, the men are the one's who eventually feel the impact. We'll do the comforting and in worse cases suffer transfer of aggression.

Just as I anticipated, the first lady I greeted gave a cold reply. She claimed to be pulling my legs but I understood it was a little more. But, that is not so nice. The pressure needed to be released before the welcome party later in the evening. And luckily it was.

We had moin moin and pap for breakfast. Unlike yam for which I can forgive shortcomings easily, I can take up abuse of moin moin legally. The effort necessary to finish it up moin moin is too expensive for a bad one. So I had the moin moin and pap and it wasnt bad afterall.

Today was lecture free, even though we assembled for one. The gathering was later dismissed. I am not sure if the alarm was false or the authorities changed their mind. Whatever the case, I was quite a relief.

We had the first drama rehearsal but it ened in a disaster. Indeed, too many cooks spoil the soup. In a ploy to involve many people, there were too many people not properly administered. Leaders feel threatened that their authority is being usurped so they spend more time to establish their authority. They step on many toes in doing so that selling the vision. Members are scared of oblivion and they raise their voice in defence. I hope I get to act this time. My first opportunity to act, was jeopardised by rain. I hope it is not a rain of insults that stops this one.

For the first time, I got to serve siesta. The 3 hours of rest was refreshing. I jumped from my bed to get launch. We had 'safe mode, low risk' white rice. The servers today seemed quite generous. I had to turn down one portion of pap but I took all the rice they offered.

At this time, peoples ears are so alert to information especially that relating to payment. I took a space on the queue for transport allowance and excused myself to eat. The queue I left had hardly moved an inch the whole time. Though it is not so much, the nature of the camp has made the 'little' amount very valuable.

By 4, evening parade started. We learnt to march and did quite well or so we thought until the Commandant came around We were doing fine until he came around. Could it be that we were intimidated by his presence or it is in an attempt to impress him that made us falter?

So I joined NCCF today. Service was great. I look forward to enjoying fellowship.

Another Great Day #MyCorperDiary DayFour

One reason why my posts don't come in time is network. As at day 5 I hadn't uploaded 'Day2.' We had to climb up a hill behind the camp to get MTN service. Glo was better within the camp but couldn't serve my needs. I just bought an Airtel sim and it hasn't been activated. On the hill, however, all the networks work fine. In addition to getting mobile service, the hill was a great place to be. The scenery is amazing. If you served in Plateau and don't take a shot there, you are wrong.

It will be great to note that MTN has come to instal a temporary mast to service the camp. At the moment of this writing, the installation had not been completed. A hope it will be soon, then you will get real time updates.

So, guess what woke me up? Sound of pings! At about 3am day4, it appeared that the mast was being tested. The service was excellent and data services was great too. I looked through 3 days old messages just reaching me. I sincerely apologize I could not see, let alone reply your messages. As I started to reply, the service returned where it came from.

I was over prepared for this mornings cold. I was covered to the feet. Only my knees were not covered. I thought I over dressed. I felt I was sweating under my sweater.

After the parade, I tried to join groups will be representing my platoon at the imminent competitions. I put my name for drama and music. Drama? I know I haven't done it before but I feel it within. This is my time to experiment. I can't do that in Hollywood. This is the time to excitement.

After parades, we had platoon meetings. And turned groups that will represent us at the imminent competitions. I joined drama and music.Yeah, drama. This is like my first time but I feel I have something to offer. I hope I didn't miss the rehearsals. As for music, it was at a wrong time when breakfast was being served. I longed for the food and my attention was diverted. Second reason my attention was divided was that there were many cooks.

Porridge is one on my favourites. That was breakcat. My love for yam can made me overlook its shortcomings however it is prepared.

Since we are now bonafide corp members, we can now take our orientation lectures. I wont mention names and lecture details. I had a great time, I must say. I did nod a few times and took a nap too. But that was tiredness not boredom.

I doubt if it is really possible to perfectly manage time. I did some laundry and missed launch. I felt really great at the evening parade with my all-sparking-white. Since a aren't allowed to wear Armani, Givenchy and the rest, the whiteness of our uniforms is the only way to 'form.' Even more, I felt good knowing I don't have dirty clothes somewhere.

Our evening parade ended with a drill. The ladies we exempted and made us laughing stocks. Our offence was dirty rooms and toilets. I saw a couple more faintings and cry for 'red cross.' The soldiers whispered that the ladies will have their share soon. I know soldiers don't postpone things for so long. As usual, shaky legs and hands we my companions.

Unlike a night before, I didn't fall asleep so fast. The night meal, rice, was a good compensation for the launch I missed. I can say it has been good so far but I dread the punishments even though I know the next one isn't that far off. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine.

- Reporting from the coolest camp in Nigeria

Prospective to Gentlemen Corp Members #MyCorperDiary #DayThree

Morning drill
My first morning in camp was awesome. I underestimated the cold. I went to parade with my white on white, no helmet, no breastplate. I was miserable until the drills began. The rigorous exercise made me forget the cold.

Weather
The mornings are usually very cold. Luckily, we are allowed to use sweaters, head.warmers, gloves, leggins, and everything that can cover one from cold. The only condition is that our white on white must be on top. The 'Baba Suwe' style is our new normal.

In the afternoon periods, the sun pounces on us with full force. No wonder the soldiers told us to take as much 'Air Condition' as we can, while we can. By evening, the temperature begins to drop again that continues till the next morning.

Swearing in
Now I understand why the soldiers and camp officials placed emphasis on 'prospective' corp members. Not until we are sworn in, they never called us corp members..not only that. They never gave serious drills. They spoke nicely and were more friendly. I honestly hoped things will remain that way.

To the officials and the military, the Swearing In means so much. I wish we can see it the way they do. The expectations are higher, the demand greater, the consequences of disobedience, grievous. Its interesting how things that mean do much to others can mean little or.nothing to us.

Punishment
On the very evening of our swearing in, we were drilled for misbehaving at the Swearing In a
Parade. It was the first time I heard 'yansh up.' My hands and feet were shaky. I'm not sure I have been drilled like that before. And if I have, it has been a long time. Many who have not got uniforms were happy they missed the drill. Many who were part of the drill were not happy they suffered alone. 30 minutes later, it was all gone-the pain, the thought but the lessons remained. Honestly, I am really surprised how some people have forgotten so soon. They still chat and giggle during parade and put innocent people in trouble.

Food
I had all the meals of the day. First, we had bread and tea. I took the solid and left the liquid, I wasn't convinced. In the afternoon, it was rice. The quality was far better than the hurry-concoction I made in school. The fried meat gave it a facelift. At night, we ate semo and okro. It was steaming hot and a great solution for the imminent cold.

I was so tired that I slept almost immediately. This nite was written on day four, I only outlined points so I don't forget.

So on the night of day three, the officers and military personnel finally sees us as corp members, that's a great feeling!

- Reporting from the highest Orientation Camp in Nigeria

'Orientation' Camp Resumes #MyCorperDiary #DayTwo

II heaved a sigh of relief as we walked into the gate. Finally our 24 hour country wide tour had come to an end. I was impressed with the check in speed and got an hostel in less than 20 minutes.

After settling we were instructed to go the the hall then get our kits. I was glad at the rate with which we made progress. On entering into the hall, it was totally full! For a moment I thought people were just taking shade because of the scorching sun. I soon find out that they were all people who are at various stages of the registration exercise.

After paying 4000 Naira and supplying so much details online, I expected that registration will be with the speed of light. But alas, that saved us only a about 10-20 minutes afterwhich everyone became equal.

Imagine a queue that you leave to go and have some snacks and come back to find it 'intact.' That's exactly how it was. To complicate maters, soldiers restructured the queue several times, each one leaving us father from the front.

Soon enough, threats from the soldiers didn't even make anyone shiver again. People were already frustrated and had become desperate. They moved only when they were pushed. The struggle separated strong from weak; smart from regular; friends and foe.

Its unfortunate how people loose patience so easily. Several people, react out of frustration. This is absolutely unnecessary, considering it is the new normal for a time like that. Moreover you need a push to move ahead

Nursing mothers and pregnant women were getting preferential treatment. I totally understand, I was just worried about the frequency. It made me doubt data for maternity rate. And since the children looked alike, I have reasons to assume people borrowed children to speed up registration (don't quote me Ooo). And some pregnancies I saw were just flatulent tummies (lol).

Something else needs to be mentioned-fainting phenomenon. You are not even sure what to take serious and what to ignore. In the course of my 4 hours on the queue, one person fainted. Another person screamed. Honestly, I felt dizzy and feverish in the midst of the intense heat from hundred of people. You can only hope that there are no casualties, but honestly you might be forced to ignore some 'acts.' Interestingly, someone in our bus joked about fainting as one strategy for preference. My candid advice, don't front with serious issues. How will you feel if people took you lightly when you were most serious?

As I moved ahead the queue cunningly, I left people I was chatting with behind. I felt guilty like I abandoned them at such a serious time. Eventually, I reached the front, did my verification and realised that there were 4 Computer systems attending to about 4 thousand people. Could this be inadequate funds from the government? Or mismanagement of funds? Or simply part of the endurance training? I sincerely hope it is the third.

Finally, I got my state code, kits and meal ticket. I had looked forward to my first meal in camp. Up until the time I am writing this, I am still looking forward to it. The food finished barely half way into serving the corp members. They had to start cooking another round. A little less than an hour after the food was exhausted, the second round was ready. At that time I had sorted out myself at the Maami Market. Could they have miscalculated? Did they assume many will not be interested in the meal? Is the poor quality intentional? Do the cooks have joints/cuts in the legendary Maami Market? Or is this also part of the training to cope with hunger?

Tomorrow, I continue my registration process. Next, I am to queue along with over a thousand people to get our identity cards where there are only 4 people. The good thing is that one gets to sit in the hall, safe from the scary sun while you wait for your number to be called. Also I should open my alawee account tomorrow, that's encouraging.

Here is another candid advice: please report to camp early the first day so that you scale through the registration rigors before you have to struggle with 3000 people.

The length of the queues, anticipated drills and 'wonderful' meals make orientation sounds like concentration...

- Reporting from Nigeria's finest Orientation Camp, Mangu, Plateau

I Have Arrived #MyCorperDiary

After yesterday's entry, I tried to catch some sleep to no avail. I tried several positions yet to no avail. So I decided to have hot spicy noodles and fried egg courtesy Aboki (Dongo) who speaks French. I never knew noodles could serve as opium for sleep.

I slept in the driver's seat of another bus en route Niger. They along with several other buses had a stop over. After about 2 hours of sleep, we were set to take off again. It was about 4am, when we finally set off.

We had barely moved for an hour when I woke up from my supplementary sleep with the sudden call 'clear.' Three other vehicles along with ours made a sudden you turn. Robbers were ahead.

We moves a few hundred meters and met a truck of armed men who claim to be police men. They seemed to have caught the information about robbers and paused a while to 'strategize.' After a few minutes, we turned to continue our journey. All the buses drive courteously behind our police escort.
We maintained that formation for almost another 30 minutes. On the way, we met a deserted white station wagon. We weren't sure it belonged to the robbers. Someone suggested its passengers fled for their lives. Thank God for safety.

At about 6:05 am, we entered Kaduna. I sighted a trailer fully and extra loaded with sacks of items looking like groundnut. Just then, I remembered the groundnut pyramids we learnt about in Secondary School. I pray Nigeria once again returns to agricultural glory.

Finally, we arrived Plateau state 7am. That's 23 hours after take off. The 12 hour estimate was misleading. We are in our state of deployment, but it would take another hour or 2 to reach Mangu, the location of the camp.

About an hour into the Home of Peace and Tourism, we arrived at a military check point just in front of a primary school. We saw little kids carrying massive stems of sugarcane. We tried to take a snapshot. In fact, I asked the Lawyer with us to take the shot. He did but Oga Soldier knocked on the bus' window, asked us to park and requested for the phone. He said no calls allowed, no pictures and video recordings. I perfectly understand considering security issues around the country. He had to delete the picture eventually before we were allowed to go.

Another sight worthy of note is an array of smoking hills. It seemed to me like an active volcano. Unfortunately, we didn't get a shot.

We arrived our destination 8:53am, 24 hours and 53 minutes after take off.

- FreshestOtondo, reporting from the Home of Peace and Tourism

#MyCorperDiary DayOne

I woke up with a shout "what, i've missed the bus." I thought I woke up late. I was relieved to know the time was just 4:50am. I got myself prepared for the trip and just as I was about to leave the house, the rain started. So many thoughts crossed my mind. First, I thought I was going to miss the bus. Next, I was wondering if the rain was a sign for me not to travel. Finaly, I was relived knowing that everyone will be affected and I won't be left behind.

Eventually, I dared the rain, got wet but arrived the take off point just in time. In fact, I was kinda early. The bus took off an hour after I arrived there-8am.

Just before we took off, a priest came. He claimed to be the transport company's official Pastor and offered passionate prayers. Once He was done he asked we 'extend our firstfruit' as our colleagues had done a day before.

Next, I tried to start a conversation with my 'neighbour.' I sensed some hesitation and right to myself 'before the 12 hours lapses, the walls of defence Weeks have crumbled.'

The bus took off at 8am and the lot fell to me to make the 'resident' prayers. That was because someone heard me pass a religious comment.

I have met interesting people so far: a lady who says she's Muslim but attends Church and said the loudest amen during the prayers. I tried to probe deeper and realised there's no dividing line for her.

I met a fellow OOUite alread tired from shuffling between school and home because of call up letter. He didn't pay the controversial 4000 and had to pay for that with physical strength and emotional fatigue.

I met a handsome young man who intends to redeploy because of his startup based on the Lagos Island. I love his perspective and comments in the bus. He calm and contributes quite intelligently. He was the one who tipped me for 'opening prayers.' He also reminded me that NCCF National HQ is based in Plateau. His name is Imole. That's a great name!

There is a lady with a child in the bus. I suspect the child must have already had a military training. He didn't disturb us with cries. The young boy is really handsome and was passed round to almost everyone in the bus. I had my share of 'babystanding' too but not until our dinner stop over in Lokoja.

About 30 minutes into the journey, the bus drive past the route where I had spent over an hour in traffic ealier. I wish I had waited there for them to pick me up. By 9am, we were in Berger. There was the usual slow movement and suddenly there was a bang behind us. That sound cost us another hour on the same spot...

We were trying to buy some time by cutting a few hundred meters through a filling station.and just as we thought we saved a few minutes, a car hit us from behind. As usual both drivers came out to examine things. And then would war 3 began. The car driver began to raise his voice. He called or driver names and insulted him with every available means including his height. Our driver was calm but firm.

I observed two things: first, it its usually not about who is right or wrong. The one who can intimidate the other wins. Secondly, I learnt the cause of some traffic we experience. It's simply some aggrieved drivers trying to sort out issues on the highway!

Before we knew it, the dual carriage road had become a single lane. Imole and I used that opportunity to lighten our bladder. We didn't have to hurry much because our driver wasn't moved by intimidation and firmly sought a resolution. The car driver attempted to drive off at some point but our driver blocked him again.

Not long after, other buses from the same company as ours pulled over, about 10. Their drivers came to intervene. By now, the car driver had lost the intimidation game. He was outnumbered and his voice outvolumed (you understand sha). I couldn't imagine what would have happened if Road Safety Corps members didn't intervene. They made us leave the middle of the road to ease traffic and ensured no one escaped until the matter is resolved.

At the end of the day, the car driver, whose boss was there the whole time, had to pay for the broken pointer. Case closed. That cost us quality time. We arrived Iwo Road, Ibadan at 11:30am.

At Ibadan, we had our first, official and pre-mediated stop. We equipped ourself with bottles of water and drink, loafs of bread and others. Then we proceed and arrived Moro (Home of Akara) at 1:00pm. Not until then, before the loafs of bread became useful. 200 worth of Akara looked scary. People began to admit hunger pangs and devoured their meals. Those who had it in their bags got confidence to unleash it.

We arrived Akure at 2:20pm and stopped over to let out the aftermath of meals and drinks. The driver also refuelled. Oh, I revenger someone tormented me with the aroma of my best meal,moin moin. But I was helpless. I couldn't even look back so I don't accelerate the desire...

I hoped for the moment a were going to leave Ondo. I looked out several times to see, only to find out that were still in Ondo. Ever signboard I saw read Ondo. It almost seemed like the road spiralled the sunshine state. I enjoyed the mountain views and observed water trickles from the rock. Nigeria is beautiful.

We were entertained with several sounds. From Fuji to Comedy by Mr. Melody, Basketmouth, Gordons and almost all genres of music. I tried to add my own kind of songs to the playlist but the driver said it was too dull!

It was night already by the time we reached the confluence town. We didn't get a clear view of the scenery.

Just before the confluence, we branched to eat in Lokoja. On entering the restaurant, we discovered the prices were scary. We teased the owner of the restaurant to give us 'dozen price' but she didn't give it a thought. The desperate people went ahead, had a meal even though they complained of the taste and cost of 'ordinary' bottled water. The rest of us resorted to our snack pack.

The day is wrapping up, we are yet to arrive our destination. However, there's been no dull moment throughout, trust me. Every dull moment was maximized by either taking a nap or looking out of the window.

I love Nigeria and look forward to another awesome day.

- NewBreedNigerian, reporting from Abuja enroute Plateau

What Now? Yola Orientation Camp Now Refugee Camp for Boko Haram Victims... #MyCorperDiary

On news yesterday, The NYSC orientation camp located in the capital of Adamawa, Yola, has become a refugee camp for victims of the dreaded group Boko Haram from surrounding states. The government is currently making use of the facility to house and administer health care to affected people.

What becomes of the orientation exercise for the just mobilized Corp Members?
Is orientation in that state going to be cancelled?
Or are Corp members going to be housed with the victims? That will be very traumatic
Anyone with more information can drop a comment...

Hello Nigeria, Corpers want to stay but... #MyCorperDiary

From my interaction with most people posted to far away places. They would actually love to stay but the present state of security is nothing to bank on. The average Nigerian is comfortable with the news of bomb blasts and kidnaps only in the newspaper and not in his environment. We are not daring like our white contemporaries who want to see danger zones for themselves. We love our lives and even as much as we don't like the current state of the nation, we do not see death as an escape route. We are willing to endure as long as we stay alive.

It is interesting that there is more demand for labor in the north, the pay for professions such as Medicine is almost double the average obtainable in the south. But the Average Nigerian will rather be safe than be paid double.

Mr. President, Governors, Military, Police, Citizens of our great country Nigeria. Muster every resources to keep corpers safe. They have been a force to reckon with. They have improved the standard of education in remote communities, they have brought opportunities for those who never imagined they could get it, they have brought hope and joy to places that the government has never reached.

Dear Nigeria, Corpers want to stay but...

This Year Determines Your Life #MyCorperDiary

I wish I could do a survey before typing this post out. I would have loved to have facts and figures to buttress my point but I am sure you will agree with me to a large extent.

I believe that one's service year to a large extent determines the course of one's life. The main reason why a number of people work their service, apart from insecurity, is career lapse. One year is a lot when it comes to a career. Everyone wants to be close to where they want to settle, so that they would have covered some grounds before the service year ends.

Om the other hand, people who go to remote places loose their touch and would have become rusty when they return from service, especially if one served in a place not directly related to their choice of career. Asides from professional impact, there is a tremendous impact on family life. Many people entered a relationship in the course of the service year. Life then is more real than the school days where is is easier to pretend. People make such serious decisions when they realize that...

Be the best you can be, in content, character and appearance. Everyone you meet at service is a potential business partner, client etc. They not only carry the impression you make there the rest of their lives, they carry it to every state in the country and every continent in the world. You will want your name to generate a good reaction everywhere it is mentioned.

Mum, This is 21st Century #MyCorperDiary

Please note that this is not a piece that encourages rebellion. As I have mentioned in previous posts, I am having fun and expressing perceptions in creative ways. If you are looking for points to tell your parents/guardians that they are o'skull, you are in a wrong place.

Back to my talk...
I can imagine parents/guardians asking the following questions and we (prospective corpers) answering...

Mum: When are you going to school to get your letter?
Dele: Mummy, school to get letter? We are in the 21st century. We can print our letter from the internet.
Mum: Are you sure they will collect it?
Dele: They sent it to us, they should collect it. Mummy, I want to go and do shopping for camp o
Mum: What are you buying?
Dele: white t shirts, white shorts, white tennis boots, and so on
Mum: Why are you buying all these? will they not give you already in camp?
Dele: They will, but the quality is poor and might not last. As a matter of fact, there wont be chance to wash everyday.
Mum: Lazy boy, cant you wash as you have your bath?
Dele: erhm...
Mum: That's your business. So When are you going to the park to know how much you will spend on transport?
Dele: shola told me, it is 7000
Mum: Who is Shola? do they post classmates to the same place?
Dele: Muuuumyyy, Shola isnt from my school o, I met her on Nairaland?
Mum: Which one is Nairaland again o?
Dele: It is a website?
Mum: Deeeleee, all these internet people again? Naira abi what did you call it? The name even tells you they want to collect oyur money. They cannot be trusted o. Have you forgotten about Cynthia the girl they killed on facebook?
Dele: Hahaha. Don't worry ma. It just strictly for information purposes

You can meet fellow prospective corpers on forums like Nairaland.com. Make your trip interesting already

7 Reasons I won't Redeploy #MyCorperDiary

1) My Parents Allowed Me
There is a Yoruba adage that says "Ifura loogun agba." This can translate to mean: suspicion is the talisman of the elderly. When elders do not feel comfortable about a decision, there has to be a change until there is peace. My parents are somehow comfortable and that gives me some courage. If your parents insist, here is a candid advice: redeploy! They are not just our parents by biology, God gave then insight and foresight to protect us.

2) Some came, saw and conquered
It is amazing tho realize that some of my brethren have gone and are back hale and hearty. To emphasize on the 1 out of 10000 who meet a tragic end is to deny the truth of 9999 people who were untouched. I am encourages by the words of those who have come through.

3) I am at peace with my placement
Unlike many others who meet the news of their deployment with fear, anxiety and regret, I seem to be at peace with what NYSC gave me.

4) I feel some excitement in the air
this feeling is similar to that of peace but it more expressive. Apart from being comfortable with my posting, I seem to be very exited. Honestly, I cant really place my finger on the reason for the excitement, but I know that I am happy about it. For me, I feel the nostalgic Youth Service Excitement that our parents talked about. I do not flinch at the picture painted by the media and the terror some irrational people are trying to spread. I do not deny the reality, but I also embrace possibility.

5) Technically, Plateau is not North
I don't get to partake in the prevalent fear of the North. I can be comfortable with my decision with our giving friends and family reasons to worry about me.

6) Plateau is a Good Place Afterall
I heard Plateau has one of the best orientation camps in the country. The weather is Yankee-like; there are several places to visit and enjoy.

7) My One-time Opportunity to Visit Plateau
I'm such a person who takes his time to make decisions. I also have learnt to enjoy my decision. Ordinarily, I won't wake up one day for no just course and decide to travel to visit Plateau. I would need a very concrete reason to do that. I believe that's exactly what NYSC has done for me, given me a reason and I buy the idea.