My experience at the NYSC orientation camp kubwa, Abuja was a very interesting yet stressful one. I actually planned to write about it weekly but camp was nothing like I ever imagined. Even with all the stories from my friends, I wasn’t prepared for what was coming at all.
So I traveled to Abuja two days to camp and went to the NYSC orientation camp on Monday the 15th of January even though registration was to begin on Tuesday the 16th. My intention was to secure a good sleeping spot and also finish my registration early the next morning. Glad to inform you that this actually worked, not only did I get a lower bunk bed, I also secured a locker for my bags.On arrival, the officials at the gate asked me to open my bags for them to search; bags I had taken my time to pack. I was already hating the place.
My hostel was called “Harmony hostel”. It was actually the only female hostel that was opened that night so all the early birds had to stay there. As usual, some girls already had cliques while some were almost fighting over bed space and other things. When I got to my room, I quietly put my bags on the very flat foam placed on the iron bunk bed, walked up to a girl that looked friendly and asked her if we could share a locker and she was nice enough to give me an extra key to the locker.
Registration started the next day and for those of us who arrived the day before, we started very early. I finished my registration and got my complete NYSC kit before 11am. Everything about my uniform was wrong. I got a size 9 jungle boot, size 10 sneakers, extra large trousers, oversized jacket and two very small shorts.
I wasn’t surprised though because like I mentioned earlier, I was quite informed so I went along with my own white shorts and t-shirts. I quickly looked for someone with my size to switch shoes with and I was lucky to get a size 7 jungle boots and size 6 sneakers. Switching the sneakers was a wrong move though because the bigger it is, the better.
Everything was going quite well for me until the soldiers started blowing their whistles for our first evening parade. I could see excitement on people’s faces as they changed into their white shorts and t-shirts. Little did they know that they’ll be standing for almost three hours under the sun and in the most uncomfortable shoes. We stood there listening to welcome speeches from different officials.
I was in so much pain because the sneakers were too tight, I could feel my toes almost peeling. Immediately the parade ended, I went straight to the mammy market (a small market where you can find basically all you need to survive camp), got a new pair of rubber sneakers and a waist pouch because my other one got spoilt. One thing I realized is that you can never be too ready for camp.
I had a hard time sleeping that night. Just when I was beginning to fall asleep, I heard noises coming from different parts of the hostel. I opened my eyes and saw people already putting on white T-shirts and shorts. I quickly looked at the time on my phone and saw it was just few minutes past 3am. I was so angry because I had not slept at all; before I could lay down again, I heard the sound of the really loud trumpet (they called it bugle) which means everyone had to go out.
I grumpily went to the bathroom and the water was freezing cold! I rushed back to the room, wore just my white shirt, shorts and sneakers (another wrong move). The breeze at the parade ground was so cold, my teeth started shaking. I was literally hugging myself the whole time. After the morning meditation and work out, we had breakfast. Some people went to the camp kitchen while people like me who didn’t fancy the idea of queuing for food (or were just too hungry to wait) went to the mammy market to get food.
The first week went by really fast. I didn’t have friends except for my lovely bunk neighbor, Sonia and roommates that spoke to me occasionally. I had already set my mind on getting an exeat immediately after our swearing in ceremony.
I went to the Nigeria Christian Corpers Fellowship (NCCF) the first Sunday and honestly, I can say I found peace at that service. It was like everything I was worrying about suddenly became insignificant.
SECOND & THIRD WEEK
We spent the next two weeks going to the parade ground every morning and evening, attending lectures & skills acquisition classes, participating in inter platoon sports and other social activities. I decided to loosen up a bit so I joined our volleyball team and the “Orientation Broadcasting Service (OBS)” as a presenter to anchor the “news @ 3”. There were so many lovely people on the OBS crew, beautiful souls I must say, although some were just too ‘energetic’ for me.
I made up my mind to be as active as possible in camp. I even summoned the courage to do the man o’ war drill even though I fell ill that night. Had to visit the camp clinic for a few days and I felt better in no time. I eventually made a friend and coincidentally, we were in the same platoon (5). It was as if he was just there to show me the fun side of camp because he was never bothered about anything and I actually realized that I worried too much.
One of my favorite days in camp had to be the carnival day. We were allowed to wear cultural attires and jeans. I got my very first henna (thanks to my new friend who kept insisting) and It was so beautiful. So Bassey if you’re reading this, thank you.
*Disclaimer: there is no NYSC love story here, move along. Lol.
On the last day of camp, everyone was excited to leave camp but most of us were more terrified about where we would be posted. I got my letter and saw that I was posted to the National Identity Management Commission (NIMC). I was excited because I really didn’t want to teach. My joy was later cut short as I was rejected at NIMC but that’s a story for another day.
Overall, I’d say camp was fun and eye opening. Would I want to be subjected to that kind of training again? Hell No! Never again. Abuja camp is nothing close to luxury or comfort, so for those currently registering for NYSC, don’t believe any fairytale stories you hear.
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