NYSC will officially be over for me today. I’m ready to get my discharge certificate and get lost. Continue reading
It is raining season in Nigeria and right now, I am standing under shelter (a fuel station) because work is not enough for me to get drenched. It might have been before but I don’t get ready in the morning to end up looking like a drowned rat. My area has so much water, even jeeps are swimming. Lagos might be terrible but I will never forget how it rains in Abuja.
Camp was a great experience. Some claim it’s because it was Lagos. Compared to the stories I heard, Lagos camp was definitely better than some. Some would say it’s because the batch I was in was the second batch and the officials were not as hype as they would normally be. Whatever it was, I liked it more than I hated it.
I have been in such a writing funk for a long time and I have no idea why that is. I have ideas yet I don’t write, I’m surprised that I’m still getting emails and when I have time to write I just don’t. This has been going on since last year. I was waiting to magically get the writing bug back but since that is not happening, I’m breaking the funk by fire, by force. I was going to go all church and make a joke about casting the demon that is causing this, however, it’s not that deep and God would laugh as it is luck if I’m at church on a Sunday. *I did go today*
Happy new year everyone!
My first post of 2015. With the way I’ve been moving about, I haven’t had the time to write a post and when I do get the time, my brain is too tired. I am yet to write about Law school clearance, call to bar and my time at Camp (posts to come soon). Yes! I can brag that I stayed at camp throughout minus the one day I was at Abuja to enrol at the Supreme Court. Some ran but I stayed. Some got an exemption because they had to leave for call to bar. I thought I would be one of those people until I saw in my letter that my camp would start after call to bar.
This NYSC business is not funny.
I have been in education for most of life and heaven knows I need experience. I can’t wait to start working and hopefully that will be soon. I can complain (even though I don’t see it as complaining but as commenting on things that I don’t like). I am somehow looking forward to working long hours. It’s better for me to be occupied than for me to be idle and unfortunately I think I like a bit of stress. As I am now a qualified legal practitioner, a fact I’m still coming to terms with, the next phase in my moving to Nigeria journey is Youth Service.