Nostalgia, a Poem

I wrote this a year ago, knowing fully well that I would need something to help me remember 3weeks in NYSC camp.  If you are a Nigerian, and have gone through camp, this is for you.  I hope it brings back fond memories, because it does for me…
The call. The trip. Registration. 

Swearing in. Waking up. Sleeping during meditation.

Dodging parade drills. Hanging out at “mami”. Hanging from the upper bunk. 

Torn boots. Dirty tennis shoes. Brown shirt necklines. Funny shorts. Runny stockings.

Attention! Ajuwaya!!

Undersized head-dresses. Oversized khakis. White, white, white-everywhere!

Camera flashes, teeth flashes. Under the sun or in the rain. 

Making up. Breaking up. Pulling out. Bonding with. 

The Beagle sings: Good morning Nigeria! Good night Nigeria!! 

The trek. The campfire. Victory. Defeat. 

Making choices by:

losing yourself, then finding yourself. 



Camp Ede, 
Osun, Nigeria. 
2220 hours.


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