The Service year is always full of stories.....
NYSC Batch B 2013, Oyo State
It was the final match of the football competition. No 4 platoon were one goal down to no 1 platoon and the match was about to end, and at the same time it was almost 6pm. Normally, once its 6pm, the biggle will sound, and all activities must halt; because the GIANT of AFRICA wants to sleep- but would resume after the biggle had sounded. But that temporary pause in activities would kill the tempo of the game and lessen the pressure with which no 4 platoon were attacking their opponents. As the game continued, no 7 jersey for no 4 platoon made a good cross to no 11 jersey, who in turn controlled the ball perfectly well and swiftly moved passed his marker, in preparation to launch a thunderous strike into the back of the net. Meanwhile, the biggler(a soldier) had already stood at attention, with the biggle already in his mouth, only for him to send mammoth breath into it to signal the sleeping time for the Giant of Africa. Two soldiers had already stood by the flag to lower it.
Just in that nick of time, no 11 jersey sent a strike goal-ward but the ball was parried by the goalkeeper. Then a defender for no 1 platoon made efforts to clear the ball away from danger zone, but he rang the bell...gbagaun. This gave no 11 jersey for no 4 platoon another chance to try again. This time, he didn't miss: as he fired a Gabriel Batistuta kinda shot past the helpless goalkeeper into the net. As spectators were about to roar in jubilation, just then, the biggle sounded...... Everything paused: the goal scorer, his colleagues, fans, the ref, even the women at mami market. Everything that has breath came to a standstill, except for some goats and fowls roaming around sha. Lol
Before then were interesting competitions like: singing, dancing, cooking, debate, drama, comedy, mr macho, ms NYSC, and so on. I represented my platoon in the comedy and debate competitions. Of all the 10 platoons competing on camp, no 10 platoon were the best from behind. Always 10/10 in every competition. The camp DJ always played the Naeto C 10/10 track for them. 7 platoon was the overall best platoon, with highest winnings in the competitions. My no 6 platoon won mr
macho, came 2nd in the ms NYSC pageant, I also came 3rd in the comedy competition.
As for the food on camp- it was all crap! Except Sundays that we got to eat descent jollof rice and tiny chicken legs. On a very cold morning, when the menu was hot but watery tea; hawkers of cold pure water within the camp can be very funny and annoying as they will still beg us to buy cold pure-water. The question I always ask was: shey pesin dey take water drink water ni? e just tire me 4 dem.
As for my ppa at Ilora Baptist Grammar sch, Oyo, Oyo state, I was a ghost corper throughout. On the nysc certificate collection day, I almost died. The woman sharing the cert only had 2 cert left after giving other corpers theirs. So we were 3 corpers left yet to collect. I'd already thought that: last last, dis pipu don get me! So of the 2 cert left, the woman called the owner of 1, remaining just one cert and two corpers left. Myself and the last corper looked at each other like: warris dis?
My heart was already thumping loudly, that I could hear my own heartbeat. The woman just announce me as the owner of the last cert. I collected it and started gamboling upandan.. Lol. The last corper got his cert too. The woman mistakenly left it in her brown paper bag.
*Please this your introduction confused me,you tried to create suspense but it didnt ''werk'' for me..maybe for others sha..hehehehe