It all started very early in the morning of Wednesday the 28th of October
I woke up and remembered just 8 days down the line I had watched the
much anticipated ministerial screening and a nominee said “I would like to not comment
on the faceless group; bokoharm. Because, I still have a family to take care of”
as I was reminiscing, my mother just came in “let us pray” she said. You know
that kind of prayer where your mother would just show herself to God (refer to
30days in Atlanta for a clearer picture) as one who has forgotten that you told
her that Zamfara is one of those peaceful places in the north. By the end of
the prayer I understood better what that angel meant when he reported to God
“Jacob did not let me go, until I blessed him” I love Nigerian mothers.
Checking in wasn't so stressful as I made sure I got to the airport on
time despite the length of the prayer; the glow n excitement on my face seeing
other guys going in the same direction, was just indescribable knowing I
wouldn't be facing this journey alone.
Aero contractors at their wits decided to have their flight delayed for
about 30 minutes again (this is becoming synonymous with them; Delay). At 4pm I
arrived Tsafe camp, in Tsafe Local government of Zamfara state. This is the place we are meant to camp
without leaving the gates for 3 weeks “21 days!!” (My prison for the next 3
weeks I guess). Then I saw, closely after the gates “National Youth Service
Corps Tsafe camp; FARMING is our PRIDE” I immediately asked myself “what have
you gotten yourself into?”
Nevertheless, knowing fully well this country’s over dependency on oil
and its recent decline in revenue making for the nation and seeing how it has
immensely affected the country. I had a sense of gratitude to these ones who
have stuck to farming since oil production dethroned them in the 70’s and not
running to the collar jobs, they stuck to one of the few things that still had
the potential to bring Nigeria together and generates extremely high revenue. With
that been said, I believe I know people who would be better suited here than,
tiny me… Lord why?!
I got through half of the registration process at about 8.30pm....
Everything was in analogue, so through over 2000 copers, I spent several hours
(but still I pitied the ones after me as I left; they might stay till 10pm)
I yearned for the bed like a baby craving its mother’s breast, I just
couldn't wait to get into the room, but I had not eaten since Lagos. Then I was
welcomed to the legendary Mami market; the place your cash is not your own.
All settled in, “Thank you God... The stress from today has been
incomparable but at least I have had a nice cold shower, the bed was okay, the
room moderate and the roommates all seemed cool. I hope this turns out well” I
said to myself as I dozed.
A loud noise woke me up; it was the sound of a trumpet wrongly blown.
And a clap of the hands of one whose palms weren’t normal, seems like one with
no blood flow. I said to myself “but I just started this sleep” and “who the
heck is that” then I remembered this is Tsafe. Here the military also farms.
“What have I gotten into, Lord!?”
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