My NYSC diary and 21 days in camp Ch. 1 Ep. 15
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My NYSC diary and 21 days in camp Ch. 1 Ep. 15


By Ola Olowo  Posted on 22nd Oct 2018

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DAY 3 IN CAMP... SWEARING IN

[27TH OF NOVEMBER, 2015]

According to Timi, the best time to take your bath at camp is between 1am and 2am, before everyone else wakes up. Life in camp sha. Me wey be say if na my papa house I dey, two alarms no fit wake me. In fact, my mum does a good job trying to wake me every time. Don’t mind me. I’m not a spoilt brat, I’m just lucky to be the last born of the house so I enjoy all the freedom at home.

Back to the hostel. I found it hard to sleep at night so I usually woke up intermittently to check if my phones are still intact (laughs). Waking up around 2:00am was not really strange to me anymore. Upon getting up from bed, I took my bucket and went straight to the well to fetch water to bath. To my greatest surprise, the bathroom was already occupied by some corp members like myself who wanted to avoid the long queues at 4:00am. I still managed to escape through within few minutes of standing on the corridor.

I got back to my room, dressed up and went back to sleep, waiting for the bugle to sound at 4:35am. The useless bugle was blown few hours later and I felt like slapping the person in charge. The fear of getting punished by the soldiers forced me to speed up with my preparations. I put on my white knicker, carried my waist bag and phones, before heading to the parade ground.

The weather was so cold but we just had to obey the clarion’s call. By 4:50am, we had already lined up according to our respective platoons. Sooner than anticipated, the camp director came out with some soldiers and a ‘man o war’. Everyone felt cold and I must confess that my teeth were hitting each other. We recited the national anthem, the pledge and the NYSC anthem. We shook off the cold gradually as the training intensified.

A ‘man o war’ official took over the training session. We sang different songs and joked along the line, to the extent of lifting up one of the soldiers in the process. The whole parade ground scattered at the view of that.

After the drills and exercise, the ‘man o war’ handed us over to our platoon commander. At exactly 8:30am, we were released for breakfast.

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