How Many More Days To Go?

Two or three weeks ago I sent a broadcast that read "71 days to go." And messages started trooping in to confirm if my calculations were correct. I was just as confused as they were. The only fact I am aware of is that, each passing day, we are a day closer to the end of service. I'm not eager to leave because this is not exciting for me. Far from it. I  am actually having a great time. I am just eager to throw the curtains open and experience life beyond these veils. But meanwhile, I am having a great time meeting people and learning a new language word after word.

In preparation to wrap up, I want to share my experience. I hope you enjoy it. I have decided to break it into pieces so I don't bore you you one lump of monopolized perspective of NYSC. And to those who would enjoy it, sorry that you would have to wait a bit to get the rest. And if you honestly have an answer to my question (the title), please do well to save me from my confusion. Enjoy...

While coming for service, I had a feeling that I was going to serve in an Higher Institution. I prayed for it. I couldn't bear the thought of teaching kids. I haven't developed that sort of patience. Or perhaps, it was foresight. Whatever the case was going to be, I made up my mind to live with it. I wasn't going to tamper with anything. I trusted that my Lord would lead me in the path He wills.

Just as I thought, I was posted to an higher institution. Though it was not the definition of Higher Institution I had. It was very close. It was the desire of everyone who served in the local government. It was the highest paying place of primary assignment in the Local Government. It was the place to be as far as my vicinity was concerned. I got to meet and interact with mature people daily. It was awesome. It was far easier to inspire these ones, i thought.

After being accepted, we wrote letters of permission and traveled for Christmas. I basically used the holidays to summon courage. I had determined to stick with my posting. My colleagues who stayed back for the Christmas had great tales for us. They made us regret our travelling. They received Christmas hampers comprising life chickens, gallons of oil and species. They made us feel bad for leaving them. But I consoled myself with the fact that I had even more goodies from my brother's wedding.

to be continued...