Every time someone says something edging towards the direction to Nysc being scrapped, someone somewhere will rise up and say “please allow me serve and receive allawee before they scrap it”. It happens every year.
I’ve never fancied the idea of graduating from the university and proceeding to wear uniform with other people for a year in the name of serving the country. It took being pestered a lot by my father to apply for this scheme and when I got posted to Ekiti instead of Lagos like I had envisaged, I was mad. My documents read that I was a Lagos corper camping in Ekiti for three weeks because of the covid 19 restrictions.
Everyone seemed to have something to say to me when I announced that I was going to be serving. The worst of them all had to be “free your mind and enjoy it, it’s the best thing that will ever happen to you”. How can it be that waking up everyday at 4am to start my day would be the best thing to ever happen to me? It didn’t help that they had to blow that loud godforsaken thing to make us assemble.
As someone who starts her day off with a lot of silence, I found it really disturbing that I had to be forced to wake up that early during harmattan szn because “discipline”, I didn’t get used to it contrary to what people told me. It got worse for me everyday till the seventh day when I left. It didn’t help that I was being picked on by three out of the many authorities for daring to ask a question they did not like. Those were the worst seven days of my life and I really wouldn’t wish it on my enemies.
There are people who would readily enjoy marching under the hot sun for hours to perfect “the March”,
⁃ sit through lectures of people coming in to say the same thing over and over again.
⁃ stand through queuing for food that almost usually wasn’t worth it (almost because the bread was usually always soft)
⁃ stand through the parade under the bloody hot sun while the state government representatives slurs out words slowly while people faint in the field.
⁃ Listen through being told that your father is a bastard and maybe be made to repeat it simply because you didn’t run when the soldiers asked you to.
⁃ Get mocked for refusing to be a hard lifer because Nigeria is already hard enough as it is and there’s no reason to compete in best in suffering as a citizen.
⁃ Sit through being told that NYSC wasn’t responsible for you welfare and safety outside the camp, I mean if you get kidnapped in your uniform while in service to the country, it’s over for you because the Nysc body doesn’t negotiate with kidnappers.
It gets worse.
If your kidnappers offered to rape you as a buyout, you had to give in because again, NYSC as a scheme wouldn’t negotiate for your release. This was just a drop in the ocean of crazy things that was said in camp (check my highlights for video proof)
I came out and assumed that it would get easier, come to find out that it’s even crazier out here. You see the one they call CDS? I despise it a lot because it’s just me leaving my house to sit under the canopy and listen to people read things from google word for word and getting billed for things that absolutely do not concern me. Why do we have to pay to change the table, chair or door in a government owned office?
I currently have a friend serving in Yobe state, every time the news of people getting kidnapped or killed in the North and it’s environs come up, my heart does a double flip because we already know that if by any chance anything happens to corpers in that state, we’re on our own so when ever we pray for our friends, we pray extra hard for the ones in the Northern states because we no want wahala.
I could go on and on but I really should stop. By the time you read this, I’ll probably be in traffic on my way to the CDS or I’ll be at CDS asking myself why I left the house today. Either ways, I hope this was a good read for you.
Tell me in the comment section:
WHAT WAS YOUR NYSC EXPERIENCE LIKE?
IF YOU’VE NOT HAD IT YET, WHAT ARE YOU EXPECTING FROM THE SCHEME?