Tuesday, 9 February 2016

It May Be A Dry Ground For Others But It May Not Be For You

If you read the first part (read the first part here) of this article you would agree with me that Senena is a fantastic writer.
Here's the part two of that article, tomorrow we will all read the end of Senena's stop (Senena blogs here).


This is the concluding part of my experience with God during my National Youth Service Corps almost three years ago. It’s a true life story.…..

While I was about rounding up my undergraduate program in the university, I had this decent and sincere lecturer of Hausa Origin who by religion happens to be a Muslim. During his very last lecture with us, he admonished us like a father about what we were to expect as we were about ready to face the world. As he was talking to all of us that afternoon, he told us a story about a man (his friend) who was appointed by the Federal Govt. of Nigeria as an Ambassador to Togo.

The man didn’t like the fact that he was to serve the country in nearby Togo because to him it wasn’t a rosy appointment, probably he wanted a more developed country like one of the countries in Europe, Asia or America. This Ambassador had a terrible Asthma from childhood but for his wealth, he was able to manage it to the best of his ability.

During his welcome party in Togo, he was introduced to a Chinese doctor whom both of them got talking. In the course of their discussion, he revealed to the Chinese doctor about his health issues with Asthma. The Chinese doctor was shocked that a man of his caliber was battling such a ‘minor’ sickness and he didn’t bother looking for solution, and according to him, he specialized in that aspect using local Chinese method that has survived centuries. To cut the story short, within twenty days of arriving Togo, he was cured permanently from Asthma at the age of 57. The Nigerian was shocked because this was a country he didn’t want to take up the appointment as an Ambassador initially. He ended the story by telling us all never to influence anything to our favour but whatever and wherever we found ourselves, let us do our work diligently without complaining.

In my first article , I disclosed the kind of environment I was posted to for the mandatory one year NYSC program. All the girls posted there started crying immediately we got there (funny sight). Most of the Corpers posted there refused to stay so they worked their ways out to the cities. I got irritated to the fact that they were all murmuring and cussing the state’s NYSC coordinator. Their reason was that, the place was a dry place and aside the N19,800 monthly allowee, there were no other ways to make money. I saw reason with them anyway but there was nothing I could do to salvage the situation. Life can’t be sweet all the time! It can’t be bitter all the time as-well!

We were welcomed by the soon to be outgoing Corpers who cooked (very delicious rice) and prepared for our arrival. While I was eating the food they served me, one guy came to me and said, ‘’everyone is complaining about the environment, but you are busy eating as if nothing de worry u, guy na from where you come from abeg’’.  Guy, I can’t kill myself, most of my classmates were posted to the north (that was the era when Boko Haram started their bombings) and I am posted here, why should I be worried na? I responded him. I quickly pitched tent with another fresh Corper called Seun (a very funny boy from Ekiti state who up till today I still wonder how his parents and siblings keep up with him) and we clicked immediately after we discovered we had the same PPA.

One very funny thing I noticed at our arrival was that, most of the Corpers were looking like the villagers. The environment changed them all so you wouldn’t differentiate a Corper from the villager except they told you. Within a month, I was like them as well.

The school I was posted to was a dilapidated school that happens to be the only private school in the community. The proprietor of the school addressed us and told us about the school while assigning subjects to us. I was assigned Government, Civic and Social studies. The classrooms all had leaking roofs, broken chairs and desks, and most of the students barely understood English language but they all loved mathematics and could even challenge students in private schools in Lagos- they were that good in mathematics and further mathematics.
The village had just one beer parlour and the rest were palm wine joints- even though I love life, I never liked palm wine, I still see it as an unclean drink-apologies to those who love it.


Now, one of the batch C outgoing Corper, who had barely a week to round-off his service year, called the NCCF Zonal Coordinator (Papa) and myself the Secretary (Uncle) and narrated to us that one of his brothers (Not a corper) would be coming to stay with us so he could write the WAEC Examination in the school I was serving and we should take him in. We saw no problem with that and about 10 weeks after that in January of 2013, the brother arrived with a lot of food stuff. A very humble guy. This brother of his had an accident some 10 years earlier which saw one of his legs being amputated from the knee, after the accident he stayed in the hospital for over 2 years, so he uses prosthesis. Since I was someone that roll with everyone, and he was registered in my school, both of us became very close and moved together a lot. I wanted him to have confidence.

........ to be Cont'd tomorrow


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