to be the shortest time I spent in the bathroom I told myself as I tied the
lace of my white shoes, and stepped out of the dormitories to notice. The
military was not actually the ones inside; those guys are the man o war squad. But,
if a man o war can cause all this havoc what would the military do? Before I finished
asking I heard “if you are walking you are wrong” from someone that seems to be
wearing a military camouflage, holding something. That was the last thing I
heard. All I knew was in less than 2 minute I was at the parade along with
others; I suspect I flew.
was slow. From the cold at 4.30am parade to the sun at 4pm parade. I needed a
plan. And so I discovered the OBS (Orientation Broadcasting Service). For the
price of anchoring radio shows, telling other camp Corp. members gossips, when
every other person is standing under the Sun and in the Harmattan, you would
just be there chilling under umbrella and sitting on plastic chair drinking
pure water and sometimes juice. What a life?!
not everyone could be in the OBS, Which makes the Camp's PRO Mr Lot and also
the batch A, Senior Corp members. As the screening was intense. I was selected
amongst a few others to be a part of the DCA (duty continuity announcer) this
was more or less like winning a presidential tournament; the corps members I
had to beat to get it were a lot. As a sharp somebody, from the first day I have
been working towards a relocation; yes a change of location. But you can
never trust Nigeria and its politicking, so I needed the OBS more than the guys
thing about this first week is the food; Bad food most times. The interesting
thing about the food is that there is always a queue; involving like a 1000
hungry souls and the choice of meals was always a thing to behold. Now, for
those people who couldn't endure the long minutes of queues for their
meals, the mami market was their best companion. This is where being a girl was just a blessing
from Jehovah-nissi; plus your money and the gentleman’s money, hallelujah.
sharia law began in States like Zamfara. If you don’t know what that means I would
elaborate a little. No smoking, drinking, mini cloth etcetera, was permitted and
as such any perpetrator caught in any of these or other related act were
addressed or decamped immediately. So mami market was as celibate as possible.
Sunday arrived and I slept so beautifully. This was the only
day the beagle wasn't blown at 4.30am. This was Christmas in October. I think I
woke up at 7.30, my case was better, some corps members woke up at 12pm; those
girls slept all the hours they lost during the week. Could you blame them?
But as a
Christian and an avid believer of the things of God, I couldn't ignore church
this day. So I found myself in the popular NCCF fellowship. I was overwhelmed
at the huge turnout of people on that day and the service kept going smoothly,
from the dance to the choir ministrations. It was like heaven on earth again,
then I remembered it will come to an end soon and then parade begins; a thought
from the pit of hell.
the pastor came up to the pulpit and began his sermon... Which I believe should
have been titled "God brought you to Zamfara" or "your purpose
is in Zamfara". Whichever way, the pastor kept telling us for close
to two hours how God wanted us to be here, and it wasn't a mistake. .
Am like… Father!
the only thing I heard in this message was the topic. So please bless my plan
for a relocation, Amen.
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