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THE CHRONICLES OF ADE
(NYSC DIARY X)
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It was my batch of NYSC that was deployed to conduct voter's registration and the eventual elections of 2011. It didn't come so easily.

We were asked to converge at the Awka South local government office in Amawbia for briefing. I was to arrive earlier than others to set the public address system as soon as I got to the venue and was alighting from the motorcycle, my NYSC trouser tore disgracefully.

As I was about to climb the bike to any close tailoring shop for amendment of the trouser, my phone rang and I got information that the venue had changed to INEC office

While finding tailor, some masquerades were parading on the road and were flogging passersby including transporters. The bike man stopped to respect their tradition but because I was in double dilemma, torn trousers and lateness to the venue, I gave him an order to move on

I asked the bike man to proceed and he did. The masquerades saw us moving in the busy traffic and they pursued us. The next thing I heard was TA-WAI. The sound was unfriendly and painful on my back. The masquerades didn't respect NYSC

They didnt respect my khaki and crested vest. It took the bravery of the bike man to speedily escape the wicked encounter. My double dilemma became tripled infact, quadruple because I was getting very hungry.

I found a tailor along TEMPSITE and I used the opportunity to buy Opa with chilled yoghurt for my hunger. I was still feeling pains from the unfortunate flogging of the masquerade.

I took another bike to the INEC office and on getting there, oral examinations has started for potential Registration Officers for the coming elections. The questions were purely technical. Once you fail, you would be shown the way out.

I saw fears and disappointments in the faces of familiar folks. Even those from NCCF were not spared. I took courage and proceeded to do the test. It was during my turn that the ICT officials asked 20 of us to come to another test room

We were asked practical questions but only 4 of is scaled through. It was there that I realised that Qualifications respects Grace. My name was shortlisted and other trainings took place subsequently. And it was time to serve my father's land, Nigeria

I was posted to Orumba South local government, Agbudu village. The INEC job opened me up to eating Igbo diets. To be candid, they have numerous delicious delicacies. Soups like Onugbu, Oha, Banga, bitterleaf soup and the likes. They respect guests so much on the dining table.

The voter's registration commenced swiftly and I enjoyed free daily meal and accommodation from the community but we began to have issues when they presented underage children for me to register.

I vehemently disagreed but I didnt enjoy the support of fellow corps members who were my assistants and the police officers attached to me.

I observed that my fellow corps members were conspiring against me with the policemen and community members. This is because most of them were from the south east and the belief is that every region of the country is doing the same.

I was on the verge of giving up when we were asked to relocate to another community. It was in the new village that I learnt about the socio cultural lifestyles of the Ibos. Ibo ladies are very beautiful, the men are hardworking. And they all value their places of origin.

I found a very beautiful Ibo lady in Oko.
Let's do the rest next week fellaz.
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