The build up to how it all began...
22nd of October 2015 is a day I will never forget in my life. Prior to the reports and news going nationwide that the call-up letters would be released on the 21st of October, I put a call through to Ugo and Dare, popularly known as ‘Vision 2020’. I called them to find out if truly the call-up letters had been released. Ugo later called back and gave me a negative report. Vision gave similar report too, and that really made me tensed. I could hardly think of anything else except the state I’d been posted to, so as to begin preparations fully.
I’m sure you might be wondering who I am. My name is Ola Olowo, born into a family of three, all males, and the last born of my family. I’m an art student, and the first person in my family to go for NYSC. Being one of the academically inclined guys in my department, lots of my course mates resorted to me for latest information regarding the call-up letters. In turn, I visited several indigenous websites, including Nairaland, and I stumbled upon lots of posts made by people like myself who were waiting for the NYSC batch B call-up letters for 2015.
Then something struck my mind. TWITTER. It’s the fastest place to get information on anything happening around the world. I searched for the NYSC official handle and followed almost immediately. From their timeline, I got latest updates on everything I needed to know and I never stopped checking and refreshing the page. Nigerian students are one of the best in the world. Come see insult upon insults. I’m sure the operator of the NYSC twitter handle must be really pissed off. While some asked good and meaningful questions, others rained curses and abuses on NYSC, comparing the release of the call-up letters to the long awaited ministerial list which was delayed by our able president.
It was past 3pm... something prompted me to check the twitter feeds again. I picked up my Nokia x2 palasa phone which I’ve been using for over 4 years, launched the browser and headed straight to NYSC handle. Testimonies began to flood their page, with people confirming that they’ve actually checked and printed out their call-up letters. I couldn’t believe it though; I needed to confirm from at least three people before spreading the news to my guys who were anxiously waiting too. After confirming from three people, I decided to call Ugo.
Me: Ochuko, e don happen o.
Ugo: Olowo, you better talk true because tension wan kill me for here o.
Me: Sure! I have confirmed it from their twitter page. Please check and call me back.
After dropping the call, I put a call across to Vision and Iya Ijo. I felt uneasy and kept walking up and down the office like a husband whose wife lay in the labour ward, waiting for the doctor’s arrival for a good news. I started navigating the quality control office, to my office, then to the darkroom. After waiting for what seemed like eternity for Ugo to call, I decided to call him myself.
Me: Ugo, waiting dey worry you now? You want make I do orientation camp for hospital?
Ugo: (sighs) Olowo, na Yobe ooo.
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