The passing out of 2014 Batch B corp members meets with several reactions. There were many sighs, many tears, final words and last hugs. Suddenly, accommodations have become more scanty, CDS has lost many great contributors. NCCF is painfully sending people off. Even the weather knows something just happened. It's just sombre over here. The sun is morning and hiding. The cloud is heavy with years. Reality has dawned: there are actually people that we might never ever see again. All we have left are memories of each other; the blockbuster words of wisdom and your mobile contact probably.
Meanwhile, 11 months ago, it was a struggle to make us stay. Especially on the Plateau and in the north generally, it took a lot of persuasion to make people stay. They were made to stay mostly against their will. And those who decided to stay needed much encouragement and consolation. And finally, they obliged. They decided and resolved to bear with everything that happens within the year. Made friends, made money, served and loved. And just about when it was getting most interesting, they're forced to leave again.
I say forced because when you get a serious letter (certificate) signed by two powerful people and an indirect threat of 'no more monthly allowance,' common sense tells you it's time to move. It's time to continue life where you left off a year ago or have an entirely new start.
It was awesome getting to know you all:
Meticulous Garrulous Michael, strike while the iron is still hot.
Tremendous Contagious Timothy, make sure you look into it.
Motherly Chef Mirian, make sure you make that Kunu for your governor
Efficient Dr Abiola, heal the world
Hilarious Jonny Femi, if the navy doesn't appreciate you, start your army
Handsome Minister ThankGod, when you go release album o
Cute Wunmi, stay pretty and keep the fire burning
Firm Wunmi, start disciplined and don't break anyone's bones
Daddy Uncle Bayo, teach those kids to love God too
Unperturbed Emmanuel, you no fit kill yourself jare
Daring Adaptable David, you have a superb definition of service: being one of them
Insightful Laolu, you have lots of reorientation to do in this country
Smiley Ijeoma, I hope people don't misinterpret your smile
Reserved Mercy, break your shell, the world is your playground
Unruffled Ibeinmo, that's how you no invite me for lunch through out
Stealthy Faith, detective or intelligence job won't be bad
Industrious Rachael, flash me when you announce your company's IPO
Personally, I'll miss you all. I hope we meet again. But better still I pray we become great and successful people who bring a great deal of positive influence wherever we find ourselves.
Meanwhile, it's barely 98 days till I get my quit notice from NYSC. See you later, need to put things in order...
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