PROGRESS OBERIKO BLOG

Naso o for Obubra camp, dem worry me taya. Dats how on my first day in camp, one soldier just saw me as I was struggling to carry my bag into the camp ground, he nor pity me o, started by asking which state I'm from, and who I was talking to on the phone, I nor understand, (so somebody canor make call again ni?) so I responded "it's my mom sir", he said eerrh, 'Oya drop da call now and run inside the camp with your bags on your head'!  His command was sharp. I den flashed back to the testimonies of people about how soldiers flogged them, naso I silently concur and ran inside with my plenty luggage, one on my head and two in my both hands.  The female soldiers dey trip me I swear. They're so gallant and agile in their uniforms. Their ginger is dope .  I can imagine their husbands dare not raise a finger  e lse he'll be taught the lesson of his manhood. Their voice alone fit make person piss for body .  I kon enta wahala o, there was this part

You can't jst stop reading : Talking about this short girl Judith. The girl don follow me taya. From being coursemates in school to waffi, soté we enta motor together from waffi kon land for Obubra camp. She can worry sha! She's got ginger in everything. When we arrived camp she secured two bottom-bunks for us and we lay opposite each other. We shared almost everything together. She can be very annoying in the morning when she wakes me up by 4am even before the sound of the bugle. That time wen you only wanna be left with your bed and continue sleeping till further notice. I can vex eh. I'll be like "O God, wen will dis nonsense stop? "Mthcheew! Which kain life be dis one sef? We'll wake up and go and fetch water. (Nor be like all those big babes wen go dey pay money to "Water-to-fetch dealers".) We'll bath together in one bathroom and end up dragging soap or arguing about her loud mess "PRAAAR"! We'll go to the meditat

Do you know NYSC has taken blood and water from me, anyways I will gist you as you follow me on this diary. After mobilization from NYSC, I needed to register sharply to get either Lag or Abuja for flexing. If you know you know. As I had been in Wafi (Warri) from birth and needed to be in some more happening places.  My people, my heart dropped to my heavy butt behind me as I