HOW DID I GET HERE OR MY MORONIC STORY?

HOW DID I GET HERE OR MY MORONIC STORY?

Well, I already explained why I was blogging in my first/previous post and I thought that I’d share some light on how I ended up in this remote village.

In Nigeria, it is compulsory that after you complete your Bachelor’s Degree you serve your country (Nigeria) for a year. This is called NYSC (National Youth Service Corps) and it was introduced by the government to reform, rehabilitate and reconcile the Nation. It is a one year service that includes 3 weeks in camp and it takes place across the 36 States of the nation. Graduates are usually posted to states other than their state of origin or state of residence.

I had completed my Bachelor’s Degree and immediately after that I proceeded to the UK to study for a Master’s Degree. Fast-forward to 2015, I had completed my studies and graduated with a very good grade (Merit). I came back to Nigeria and went back to the university were I obtained my Bachelor’s Degree to have my details sent so that I could partake in the upcoming NYSC scheme. I already had the mindset that as far as it wasn’t some remote area or somewhere in the North (for security reasons) any state (although I had a preference for Lagos) I was posted to will be fine because it will be fun , a different experience and because I like a challenge (lol…I didn’t know that I’d end up somewhere so far from civilization).

However, this time NYSC management was giving graduates the option to choose 3 states they prefer and I thought this was a welcome development. I ended up travelling to the U.S. for the summer break and I was not able to come  back early enough for the final part of the registration; I came back 5 days after the registration had started, at this time the more developed and “happening” states had been selected. Lagos State had been my number one preference because my then boyfriend who I’d call Yemi (for the sake of this blog) was residing in Lagos although the relationship had finally ended prior to my summer trip (the distance especially while pursuing my Master’s had added to the break up…I’d take most of the blame though). However, over the summer break I had reconnected with an old friend who I’d call Uncle S (for the sake of this blog) in Nigeria and there were sparks flying around *lol* and he also resided in Lagos but as the time I got back to Nigeria, Lagos was no longer available on the list of states to choose from. I'm the kind of person who likes to spend time with the people I love Uncle S insisted that I choose the State I am currently serving in because it was close and due to the nature of his job he could stay with me 3-4 days a week (he envisioned that I’d be in the Capital/City). So I ended up choosing that state as my 1^st choice, Cross rivers state as my 2^nd choice and Imo state as my 3^rd choice.  Sidebar: the relationship didn’t work out well all on me again and the fact that the ex (Yemi) was in the picture and also an acquaintance of his, however, Uncle S is such a great man and will definitely make a great husband.

So that was how I ended up in this state (although there was always a plan to redeploy to Lagos) anyways fast-forward to the 3 weeks orientation camp by this time Yemi and I were speaking again and on a path to recovery/getting back together or at least I wanted to get back together with him. I went to camp and met my Chef (who I’d call Chef for the sake of the blog) and although at first I didn’t want to date him because I was holding on for Yemi but somehow Chef and I worked out. I was very active in camp and I was also an official in my platoon so I wasn’t worried about my PPA (Place of primary assignment) as the usual notion was that people that were involved were usually posted to the city/capital or at least the best local governments. PPA is where you serve the nation for the rest of one year service and it’s usually government enterprises such as clinics, schools, government offices. Chef was also very active in camp and participated in the final/very important parade before we left camp and they were assured by the military personnel that they would end up in the Capital/City. Anyways to cut the long story short neither of us ended up in the Capital/City which was odd as everyone else like us did, we ended up in some local government and the same school in the same ward/village. However, we were reposted within that local government and still ended up in the same school in a more remote and less civilized village (FATE….ain’t  it)…LOL that’s how I ended up in this village. We both decided to stay at different times because of each other and so even when I could have left I didn’t because I couldn’t back stab him. A friend of mine described us as MORONs…LOL

P.S: There’s still no power supply and as usual we had to contribute to get some fuel for the generator so we can pump water into the tank. I’m enjoying some good music from Alicia Keys especially her Element of Freedom album. Anyways till the next blog post feel free to drop a comment, judge me (LOL) and just read the post. 

Watch out for the next blog post sometime this week.
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Yours in service,

CORP GIRL