I’m not here to ink the logo or rhema of any specific word.
The National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) is really service and humility indeed.
Service and humility in the fine pot of too many pains and gains.
After surviving with tea, biscuit and loaf from Saturday, 17th December, 2016 through Friday, 23rd December, 2016 in the village of Inyishi in Ikeduru Local Government Area of Imo State, I broke out like Michael S. in ‘Prison Break’.
I was warmly embraced by Port Harcourt City in Rivers State for the holiday.
No haircut ever since I landed in Inyishi. I maintained my weird look; my bears almost 8 cm. It has to be like that since I decided to have a facial ID of what I wanted. 3 weeks at the NYSC orientation, no shaving of my bears. 4 months before the NYSC, I had abandoned the bears like that for the ID I wanted.
After 4 hours of arrival in Rumueme, mile 4, Port Harcourt, I sneaked into a Barbershop to keep up my haircut only.
While the clipper was busy working on my forest, my elder brother Engr. Friday O. Eruemuare stormed the shop. I was almost done before he came. He ordered the barber to bring everything (bears) down. The barber had to obey him. I kept mute since I was still independent, I have no ‘strong say’.
Forget the blogosphere ‘baba’ that I’m claiming, I’m still a brother’s boy who is keen on seeing his desires come to pass in a positive way.
“You look sweet like a loaf made of a bromate and saccharine.” What the hell is she saying? I asked myself before I could find my voice from his hiding.
“You’re a clown. I look like a baby with no bear on.”
My friend ‘Wesley’ who was at the shop with me had to find his way home since the heavy hands of darkness were falling on the Earth.
Christmas vigil. Lights everywhere. Carnivals everywhere. Beautiful look like Tokyo.
Port Harcourt the garden city of Nigeria indeed.
I did pay some cool friends visitation just to fulfill all righteousness while I kept some mute as well.
Spent the Christmas at Ozuoba, Rumukurushi and Rumueme mile 4, PortHarcourt.
A little timeout with my friend, Richy. We went to Church (1st service) together at Salvation ministry (Ozuoba satellite). We landed home at 8.12AM and went to say hi to our friend, Brightex at Rumukurushi. The brother had his baby’s dedication on the Christmas.
We finally came to Rumueme, Mile 4 at 3.23PM.
Happy boxing day.
I will not box anyone. But I will box low self esteem from my existence.
After all, this has been the daily boxing I’ve been into since I came to this Planet.
[Diary of a serving NYSC Pengician]