It all started when the struggle to serve was real, when I say real I mean it, staying at home a year after graduation wasn’t a joke then my school came with the biggest shock that my department and some others are not mobilized for 2016 Batch B again then I know its not funny anymore, to cut the long story, God made it possible. Finally we can wear khaki, the excitement was not from here, then November 24th 2016 came and camp was opened.
Yikpata camp Kwara State is a place I can never forget so soon, I won’t lie to you that was the longest three weeks I have ever witnessed, OH! I forgot to mention my very good friend or should I just say my bestie was also posted to Kwara infact, same room but different platoon.
At first I thought I was going to have fun but it was the other way round. The struggle stated from waking 2/3am to bath outside inside the cold, then dress up to wait for the sound of biggle, thank God I was all natural in camp because I could not go through the stress of making up and then wipe it off during ablution or stress myself at the parade ground and ending up looking like a ghost.
Waking up early was just part of the struggle; I fell sick, lost my appetite but there was this girl that was always there for me, my bunkie and lucky enough we were in the same platoon, she played the role of a big sister, confident and strength whenever I needed one and most of all my police woman… this lady takes no shit at all chai MAAYAM Adebayo Bello is a soul sister. Aminat my bestie was my wash woman because I already had the mind of NOT giving my clothes to all these laundry people because I heard they steal clothes and all in camp but she was all NO about the decision, so she took up the responsibility of washing my clothes and hers while all I do is fetch water. Did I hear you say lucky huh!
My camp experience isn’t complete if I forget to mention Ojo Oluwadamilare Gdenga(ESQ), we met inside the bus to Yiktapa which we hired, he was so nice and there is also this lady Ajiboye Omotola I assumed they were friends with way they were talking inside the bus, lucky enough we were also in the same room. Let me now burst your brain Omotola is my roomie presently, I swear I could never ask for a better roomie… My barrister to Moye.
Fast forward to the end of camp, I had few friends with my cubicle mates chai that will bring me to another story.
Cubicle A Hostel4… Wow I loved that room at first, I was tagged the ijogbon of the room, don’t blame me I hate boring people. Along the line everyone started showing their true self, we had some immature gang and the matured gang. I know you people already know where I belong but y’all are beefers.
Anyways we survived then something big popped up again on the last day of camp, I was posted to Baruten, the [place everyone feared, Its so far ehn… I didn’t shed a tear until my platoon officer asked where I was posted, he then said wow I thought you had somebody helping you ni and the place is not bad oh you will just be selling rice to us because your place is close to border. You can guess what happened next… I CRIED. I started making different calls, I was so lost I started contemplating on redeploying back to Oyo because my friend Aminat already did to Lagos and she told me oh and she told me I only need 35k which I could not afford at that time but then if I really needed it then, its something I could have raise and did not know I was in for serious business. That was how I left camp without saying a goodbye to anyone because of the mood.
I know you people already know where I was headed, ILORIN of course, people said Baruten is 8hours even those that went there got there 12am (midnight oo) kilode!!! That night we had to sleep at Aminat’s friends place but Mama could not sleep all night because all she had in her head was how to settle/solve her issue.
The morning came and I already concluded on going to the State Secretariat to ask for help which I know I might not get. Ah! That was how I forgot to tell you my cousin Bukky gave her friend Kamal my details, so I can get posted to Ilorin but the person Kamal gave said prolly the name was removed because he did it.
Lorokan, Kamal called me that the person said I should come the next day that he can not come to the office that day because of camp stress and I was already in Hafeez’s car heading to the secretariat. Alright lemme explain who Hafeez is…
I met Hafeez earlier that year around April in Lagos but he stays in Ilorin and we have been good friends, he also tried helping me that day but all the people he called were just saying they won’t make it to the office that day and Mama needs to go home on Friday because Saturday is bro Kunle’s wedding in Lagos. Laughs #hehe# you can see she’s not serious abi… What if I tell you Hafeez and Kamal are best friends and I didn’t even know sha until Hafeez called the last person and he mentioned my name that I was posted to Baruten and Kamal was like I’m helping the same Babe, at the end of the day sha, Hafeez left me there saying I might find help if I stick around and ofcourse I did, Kamal called me few hours later to tell me that the person helped me oh and I got posted to Bishop Smith Memorial College Ilorin South Local Government, Kwara State.
Documentation wasn’t that easy because originally I wasn’t posted to Ilorin South Local Government so my name wasn’t on the list that was brought from amp but then, LGI who is now my good friend helped me once again. I just hear you saying why are you this lucky!!!
After all the stress I was accepted in Bishop Smith thinking yes an accommodation is sure because I was told they have accommodation for corp members so I left Ilorin happy thinking I have somewhere to stay, chai I made the biggest mistake of not checking ot the place before leaving for Ibadan .
I went home black and thin. But really this was actually the beginning of the struggle I have been shouting from the start…