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THE CHRONICLES OF ADE
(NYSC DIARY VI)
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I was posted to Awka south, the capital of Anambra state. The mood before dismantling OBS gadgets after the parade at the camp was very emotional. Several bonds were broken with hugs and kisses.

People were posted to pitiable places like Ayamelum, Awka North, Njikoka, Orumba North and South, and a few other places. Tears were rolling like water from fish pond.

After few moments of consolation, everyone boarded the buses provided by NYSC to the local government areas where they have been posted. Did Ade also cry?

As the bus was heading to Awka, it dawned on me that I would be starting a new life entirely.
Where would I sleep?
What would I be eating?
How do I adjust to a new life?
I didn't know when tears began to roll down my cheeks.
For the first time, I missed home.

We were well received by different religious bodies constituted by corps members. Religious bodies raised their banners and offered to help us with description to our places of registrations while they keep our belongings. I was not settled on where to go until I saw someone.

I saw my beloved Drama Director, Alice. It was after seeing her that I felt safe about keeping my belongings with the NCCF brethren. Hence, my sojourn in NCCF commenced.

After documentation at the Awka South local government office, I followed the NCCF bus down to the NCCF family house in Umuike. I was welcomed like a King. I haven't experienced such a royal and respectful welcome anywhere all my life.

I was ushered into a room upstairs alongside few other new colleagues. We were shown the convenience, kitchen and the fellowship Auditorium.

Not quite long after, we had the jiggling of tambourine beckoning on us to come for dinner. Me that has been hungry since creation. I rushed to the kitchen to pick my plates of rice.

Not quite long after eating the rice, we heard the jiggle again around 8pm beckoning on us to gather for family altar. That was how I began an advanced regimented life in NCCF family house.

The family altar service for the night was Praise Night. We newbies were made to dance and dance and dance. Did I dance?
Why? I just want to sleep I'm so tired. I've spent most of my nights in OBS making sure all was well.

As soon as they read the rules and regulations of the NCCF house for us all, I knew in my heart that there are more battles to fight if I must survive here.

After evening family altar, I didn't really bother about where I landed. I slept off like a Christian corpse. Just when the sleep was getting deeper and sweeter, jiggle sounded for morning family altar. It was at this point that I was already planning my rebellious proposal.

As much as I wanted to rebel, I kept remembering the likely benefits of staying in the family house and what I stand to lose if I stayed there.

As I was about making up my mind, I was called from the NYSC office that there were problems with my documentation and as a result I wouldn't be getting my allowee so quickly. Brethren, my brokenness made me stuck to NCCF family house.

How did my stay there go?

Let's do this next week.
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