I’m upset with my new bank, the one I was compelled to open an account with by dear NYSC. It is bad enough that I had to part with N2000 to open the account, what with the way I was told about it anyone would have thought that was the only thing required to open … Continue reading How Much?
A Lodge is a temporary dwelling A Corpers lodge is a temporary dwelling place for Corps member till accommodation is secured. Corpers lodges are built by local governments. Ibadan North’s Corpers Lodge is situated at Agodi Gate within a market environment. Its fence is covered with Shops so it is hard to tell there is … Continue reading Ibadan North Corpers Lodge; Living Conditions
It was every corps member’s wish to be posted to MMC. It was horrible when I saw my posting. I was to serve as a secondary school teacher in a rural area. It was a village called Kashimiri. It was three hours hour from MMC. The scenery of the villages I passed through while on … Continue reading The Bullama’s Daughter
The second conclusion I came to about NYSC was that until the scheme is discontinued, development will elude some parts of this country. However, before I discuss that, let me talk about what I can only call the hypocrisy of NYSC. According to the NYSC Decree of 1993, one of the functions of NYSC is … Continue reading The Case Against NYSC (2).
The National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) means different things to different people. To some it is a laudable initiative, an opportunity for young Nigerians to physically contribute their part to the development of their nation. To others, it is a way to temporarily solve a bit of the massive unemployment problem that plagues Nigeria today. … Continue reading My Case Against NYSC (1).
“Get up!” I heard again and this time I looked up to see who it was. My vision was slightly blurred but the voice was unmistakable. It was Martins; he was pulling my right hand trying to drag me to my feet. He had come back for me. I looked behind me, the mob was … Continue reading Love in Gamawa (6)
At first I did not know what to do. Who could be banging on my door at that time of the night and what could be the cause of the running foot steps I heard earlier. The first thought that came to my mind was that it maybe the rumour about a religious uprising starting … Continue reading Love in Gamawa (5)
Quite Naturarily, the first thought on my mind was to flee. Unfortunately, there was only one window and a door in my room and both were no options at all as the two men ‘seemingly’ after my life were standing right in front of them. The only option was to go through the roof but … Continue reading Love in Gamawa (4)
‘Knock, knock’… That was the sound that woke me up that morning. It was so gentle and soft yet loud enough to being me back from dreamland. At first I thought is was part of my dream but after a few more gentle knocks that sounded like the sound of a foam being hit on the mouth of a pot, a common musical instrument from the eastern part of Nigeria, I realised I had returned to the real world…
We rushed to join her by the time she was reaching the gate. ”Look as mean as possible and seem bored while I’m talking. Do not interrupt me nor leap into the argument and make a show of being disappointed if it does not degenerate to fisticuffs” she whispered to us as she made to … Continue reading Awa T’eko: A Las Gidi Tale – 2
CHAPTER ONE L In which I started my Lagos lessons, made a friend, met a damsel, and faced the wrath of a gorilla. Lagos, the destination of a thousand souls, the target of a million dreams, the goal of a zillion heartbeats. Lagos, the metropolis that demystifies the gods, the city that turns the brave … Continue reading Awa T’eko: A Las Gidi Tale – 1