When An Ajebota sends in a story what do you expect?lol
What an awesome job u are doing!! This is my own SYB from a different perspective. Its quite long(to me anyway) so please grab a drink and a snack. I am currently still serving so hopefully it continues to go well.
I returned back to Nigeria in December after spending a long time in"the abroad " as it's usually called here lol.
My parents told me to apply for Nysc n I did. They decided to pay someone to ensure I was posted to Lagos even though they had a well placed friend that could ensure that without money but I guess a bit of pride made them decide to pay.
Unfortunately when the call up letters were posted I was posted to Rivers State. When I saw it I started crying lol. I had no plans to stay in camp if I was in Lagos but I couldn't disappear in Rivers especially since I would randomly be needed for foreign students result verification and I don't live there.
Mum n Dad were mad!!!
But at this point there was nothing we could do except make sure I was redeployed which was exactly what happened.
Shopping for my stuff for Nysc was an experience on its own. I couldn't speak any pidgin and my English still had a huge British influence so I had to go with mum. It was funny seeing all the haggling n craziness. After a few days ,saddled with a huge suitcase I left for camp.
My dad and I flew to Port Harcourt together and there was a driver to take us to camp from there. When searching my box at the camp gate the soldiers were making fun of me asking if I was moving to my husband's house. I didn't care. I had enough sanitizers wipes n white clothing to ensure I didn't need anything throughout the time I was there.
Dad followed me into camp until a soldier said "daddy you won't go?" Ahh as dad turned to leave I thought to myself "you are finished you better hide that your yeye British accent before they beat u in this camp". Registration was another hassle cos apart from the regular registration foreign trained students had loads more hurdles to go through.
The first few days were quite miserable for me from heat to mosquitoes to sharing a room but I was hell bent on surviving oo( I was later told by the cook that my mum couldnt eat for the first two days after I left). However on the third day when I was sitting away from the parade and a platoon officer came to ask me what was wrong.
I was soo ill that I didn't remember to code my accent. After repeating myself a few times I realized I had messed up massively. From that day I was called foreign till I left camp. After that experience I decided to try to engage with people more n I ended up being treasurer for my platoon n meeting camp boo.
I was very active n I actually began to enjoy the experience. Camp boo followed me everywhere it was cute n strange to me. I made friends with a few other people especially some down to earth foreign trained students who are all still my friends.
I redeployed at the end of camp to the dismay of my camp boo. We didn't do anything untoward cos I was far to scared n quite shy as well but he is an awesome person n we r still friends till today. In Lagos I was posted to my dad's company n things r much better though I have the wicked witch of the west as my LI.
All in all my service year has taught me tolerance for other people, better pidgin and how to control my accent as I can almost effortlessly switch between Naija n britico.
I really don't think the camp experience is a total waste of time cos it teaches respect discipline n tolerance especially for those from different cultural n socioeconomic backgrounds but I don't support the rest of the service year activities.
Stella if u decide to start a new segment to prepare future returnees on what to expect when moving back to Nigeria I would happily provide my own experiences as i am gradually finding my feet in our beloved country.
Hmmm Nice story.....you for at least call me make we prove this your Britico accent for my ears only,wanna see if you sound more Britico than BV Tetrina.