Memoirs Of A Yikpata Camper1
Memoirs of a Yikpata Camper
Blue skies, Birds chirping and enough Woof! Woof! Woof! did the trick… No better morning wakeup call than our annoying neighbor’s dogs … Angrily rolling over the bed and curling my hands to my head, it was right then I realized I slept without my hair net on… eishhh! My new locks were everywhere * I don’t care face on* Debola! It’s almost 7:00am’ Bunny called from the bathroom… ‘I am already up! I shouted.
This wasn’t just any Tuesday morning, neither was it just any day… It’s the day the Lord as made. The day Mystique will be going off to the NYSC orientation camp, the day I will eventually get to sleep with strangers in a big hostel (#somuchforprivacy) and set my foot on Kwara state’s soil. As curious as I thought I was that’s the only close-north western state my adventurous spirit has never dragged me into. I can’t believe I have never visited Ilorin or the popular Offa… let alone this Yikpata suburb the camp is supposed to be situated. Dora was punctual as usual, all dressed up and ready to go to Iseyin… My dream Camp, I wanted Oyo state so badly to serve but God just had to show how mighty he was in my case. With tight hugs and promises to call, we said our good byes.
Meanwhile, Bunny just kept being a kill joy telling me the downsides of the nysc camp and how she might get my dad not to drop me off at the camp. I couldn’t even eat or makeup... The anxiety that filled my whole body system was just something else. Off! We went with dad driving alongside his friend, with me and bunny at the back seat all smiles. The calls just kept coming in, my social media handles were buzzing out of control, I didn’t even know which of my phones to answer because I was carried away with the chat in the vehicle and the whole camp fantasies going on in my head. Part of me wanted my dad to drop me in the camp but the other part really wanted me to go alone, feel the ambience of doing things on my own and take responsibilities for my travelling…
Blue skies, Birds chirping and enough Woof! Woof! Woof! did the trick… No better morning wakeup call than our annoying neighbor’s dogs … Angrily rolling over the bed and curling my hands to my head, it was right then I realized I slept without my hair net on… eishhh! My new locks were everywhere * I don’t care face on* Debola! It’s almost 7:00am’ Bunny called from the bathroom… ‘I am already up! I shouted.
This wasn’t just any Tuesday morning, neither was it just any day… It’s the day the Lord as made. The day Mystique will be going off to the NYSC orientation camp, the day I will eventually get to sleep with strangers in a big hostel (#somuchforprivacy) and set my foot on Kwara state’s soil. As curious as I thought I was that’s the only close-north western state my adventurous spirit has never dragged me into. I can’t believe I have never visited Ilorin or the popular Offa… let alone this Yikpata suburb the camp is supposed to be situated. Dora was punctual as usual, all dressed up and ready to go to Iseyin… My dream Camp, I wanted Oyo state so badly to serve but God just had to show how mighty he was in my case. With tight hugs and promises to call, we said our good byes.
Meanwhile, Bunny just kept being a kill joy telling me the downsides of the nysc camp and how she might get my dad not to drop me off at the camp. I couldn’t even eat or makeup... The anxiety that filled my whole body system was just something else. Off! We went with dad driving alongside his friend, with me and bunny at the back seat all smiles. The calls just kept coming in, my social media handles were buzzing out of control, I didn’t even know which of my phones to answer because I was carried away with the chat in the vehicle and the whole camp fantasies going on in my head. Part of me wanted my dad to drop me in the camp but the other part really wanted me to go alone, feel the ambience of doing things on my own and take responsibilities for my travelling…