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As soon as I left camp and arrived the town I was posted to, I went straight to my PPA (place of primary assignment). It's a secondary school. Mhen! If you see this school eh! Chai! You wee pity me. Located down down, almost at the extreme of a street whose untared mud road is sloppy and pot-holed, surrounded by huge trees and unsolicited bushes. The school jus perch for one corner of the bush. Made of only three dilapidated buildings, with their rickety and rusted zinc roofs, waiting to be blown away by one 'skelewu' breeze. They just carved windows on the buildings without actually putting "windows". Lol. Enter the staff room and coman see cobwebs and leaking roofs. Chai! NYSC wee nor kee me o! I was in my NYSC uniform, so as I stood there observing the place, one man dressed in shorts and dirty shirts, with a machete in his hands, looking like one who just finished weeding a farm, walked up to me the asked; "Are you one of the kopas posted her