The call. The trip. Registration.
Swearing in. Waking up. Sleeping during meditation.
Dodging parade drills. Hanging out at mami market. 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.
NYSC….
Nostalgia.
Written in Camp Ede, Osun, Nigeria. 23.03.11. 2220 hours.
Nice!
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Thanks! 🙂
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Awww beautiful. I loved my service year too. Hmmm nostalgia
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Thanks, glad you liked it. I didn’t really think service year was all that, but looking back at it now I’m really glad to have gone through the experience!
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And the man-no-war
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Yes, the man o’war too! I was a part of that club and I loved every moment of it… blog posts on that coming up soon. 🙂 thanks for stopping by!
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