Gradually, it's getting to my turn and I cannot wait for it. The stress in this activity is more than what I didn't bargain for. You see, I used to believe when people say there is no rest until one dies and goes to the grave because life itself is full of chaos and different circumstances that you must go through and when one isn't careful, it takes one's good health thereby wearing one out and becoming sick.
When I finished secondary school with different stresses attached to it, like having to wake up early to get dressed and not be late to school, being punished on some days due to one reason or another, reading extensively for exams (even though I wasn't serious then 🙃) and finally, getting out of the school with my certificate after some months. I was eager to get into the university, wanting to have the freedom I sought especially when watching these Nollywood movies and making us think university life is all rosy and fun without any stress. I'd wanted to find myself in the university like some sort of power to land me there upon watching how artists would act on the campus with friends and go places with no restriction. I wanted that too.
Unknown to me, life in the university was another hell of a work until I met myself there. The anxiety you develop when you start rushing to meet the lecturer and find a seat in the front so you can hear the whole lecture. The recurring heartbeat while on the run just because you don't want the lecturer to close the door while getting to the hall before you, especially for the type who enjoys failing students at the slightest offence.
The sleepless nights researching for an assignment to be submitted in a few hours or you miss your marks. The annoying part meeting different personalities when you are grouped with other students just to work on a mini project and the dreadful moments with your project supervisor who would take the last breath in you before he approves your topic. It goes on and on like that.
But in the end, after getting your hard-earned statement of result/certificate, you are eager to put on the khaki uniform and serve your fatherland thinking your problem and stress would end. Hell no! We are in Nigeria where you do not rest but be on the run and when adulthood shows, it becomes a double hit you must face and are responsible for. So, you see, life with stress continues even while serving your fatherland.
I began my NYSC journey this January and seeing other batches having their passing out parade (pop) made me want to fast-track mine too so I could rest from this hullabaloo. The federal government would make sure to drain all energy out of you because they are giving you a monthly allowance. In another sense, I see this as normal work where I have to resume daily and perform my duty for the salary being paid and in another way, I feel the work being a Nigerian youth corper is too much on my small head.
Today, batch B stream 2 collected their certificate from the Community Development Service (CDS) group which is the NDLEA and seeing these ones going makes me wish I was among them so I can say bye-bye to this service thing. Mine is still a few months away which is in October. I guess the month is here already, just need a little time and patience because what has a beginning must surely have an end.
It was a moment of joy seeing these outgoing corpers and by next week Thursday, they would be doing their POP and that ends their one year of service in a different land away from their home. I wish them the best in the outside world and I pray God goes with them on this new journey where they've to start hunting for jobs for those who haven't been planning that already.
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