Anjola – Anambra (Day 7)

Oh hi, sorry the network is so shitty here and I’ve been too busy trying to hold back my tears. Being here I’ve held back the urge at least three times. The camp feels like a different world entirely. This is how my day in NYSC Orientation Camp in Anambra went yesterday. 

I woke up around 2am because I can’t join others struggling. I too big HEELLOOOO! Apparently there’s a man who controls the water supply in the girls hostel (which makes no sense to me). So I get up by 2am to fetch water and bath. The soldiers then came in banging on doors and raining all manners of threats on top ordinary devotion *sighs frustratedly* 

One thing I can’t understand is why there’s so much sand and dust in this place, before getting to the devotion ground there’s a fifty percent chance that your white shoes are already red from dust. After devotion they gave announcements and then divided the platoons that would go for early morning lectures. The platoons that don’t go for lectures stay behind for practice parade. 

After that we had breakfast. I can show you my meal ticket right now and you can see the moment I decided to stop collecting food from the kitchen. I buy food majorly from the market but I still can’t understand why Anambra is so damn expensive. Why on earth is a bottle of water N200?!?! and soft drinks N250?!!! how on earth is Anambra more expensive than Lagos and Abuja? Anambra who do you think you are?

After breakfast we went for SAED lectures, the real struggle in this entire orientation camp. There’s no reason to make a lecture 6 hours, humans don’t work to have an attention span for six hours!

Then after the lectures I went for lunch and tried my best to sleep after. I just stay on my own and don’t get myself too involved in all those platoon activities because it takes a lot of time and they do most of their rehearsals and activities during the little breaks we have. 

So after lunch I went to the parade ground. For some reason my platoon, platoon 8, is assigned the strictest soldiers. Just breathe and the soldiers start screaming for you to squat, they love that. So we squatted for majority of the time and then finally got to actually practice. Other camps are having the time of their lives with Don Jazzy but all they do here is shout “squat”.

So after parade again I went to the market to buy food and snacks with some friends to liven our spirits and make ourselves feel better even if it’s just for a few minutes. Then we exhaustedly dragged ourselves to the hall to get ready to sleep only for soldiers to force us to go for social activities. Pease is is by force to socialize ?

Then lights out comes so swiftly and we’re back to struggling for water to wash and bath.


Yours angrily,

Anjola from Anambra

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