I've made two major personal discoveries in the few days I've spent in camp thus far. It's been like nothing I expected.
The first is that I am NOT
physically strong. I didn't know the extent of my physical weakness until I
arrived to attend the NYSC Batch B 2015 Oyo state Camp. In my lame attempt to
carry my box on my head at the camp gate, I fell down 3 times. In between the
soldiers raising their deep voices at me to my fellow prospective corp members
glaring at me with pity written all over their faces, I looked ahead only to
discover a friend of mine had been videoing my struggle with the box the entire
time. I cannot adequately explain how much shame I felt in that moment. What a
way to begin my 3 week Journey!
Haven narrowly escaped the
"box carrying" tradition with no injuries sustained; I breathed a
sigh of relief thinking the worst was finally over. This was however short
lived as the registration process proved to be a much more difficult task.
