It was  around 5 PM  when I eventually arrive Obrubra Community in Cross Rivers State. I met 4 other Corps members heading for the same camp. We all boarded a taxi that took us to the camp. The sight that beheld us was not palatable. It was a far cry from what we expected. Not only that it was located inside a remote village. there was no clean water. The bore whole water available has a ‘clayish’ color and not fit for consumption.We are told that we have to walk  about 2 kilometer down the village to get clean water from the stream. Who has the time and energy for that. Me?  ‘

”I beg I no come camp to suffer that kind suffer. something i had not done since  I was born, na now wey I dey grow old or even pregnant  I go begin do am?’ ‘

alternatively there are village boy hanging around  to run such errands for an exchange of money.  I bought this last idea. What else can I do though I remembered that i had limited cash with me.I will have to manage till i get my first ‘allowee’.

The camp was surrounded by thick bushes and every where was so dusty, too many sands around. Heck! Your leg must be covered with dust after a short walk. it was as bad as that. Though we were told that we are the first batch of corps members to use the facility. it was intirely a new permanent site. So as you can see, na we disvirgin am. I follow oo. [LAUHGTER]

I did the preliminaries, registration and all that stuff. I was given a uniform, just right my size. a lot of corps members had to reshape their’s   to fit them. I guess I was lucky. God knows the strength of my pocket. I Got a good and comfortable  bunk to lay my tired head. The journey was really long and stressful. thank God I came into camp a bit late, I wouldn’t have been able to withstand being in along queue for a long time and under the scorching sun. though at some point they gave all the pregnant and nursing mothers some kind of considerations. We were not allowed to stand in the queue for food and for my mates who are pregnant, they gave us double rations, meat double. Wow! I enjoyed the attention so much. Some of the female corps members began to wish they were pregnant.

‘Hahahaha. Sorry dear, if wishes were horses beggars might ride.  ‘Sorry dear. Next time’. this is what I told Ola my Yoruba  friend, and bunk mate who is married but not pregnant yet. Oh sorry i forgot there wont be a next time’. and we would just laugh over it. Ola was such a nice lady. she was actually the only close friend I had in camp. I don’t make so many friends and I am choosy when it comes to this. I take my time to choose my friends. We must share the same ideals and principles. You must be responsible, intelligent and have a lot to offer, otherwise good bye to you. I found all these and more in Ola. In short, she was too good, always minding her business and not interfering unnecessarily in the affairs of others. That is just me. How I wish she will read this my write up and connect with me. We were in Camp when there was no means of communication [GSM}  just as we have it now. We just exchanged addresses and that’s all.

In camp we had  Lots of married ladies messing around shamelessly with guys. At a point one was cut by security having sexual intercourse with a guy and was disgraced. unfortunately for her, her husband gut to know about it, came to camp and ended it up with her. such a beautiful lady, cheapening herself. and do you know what, her husband was wealthy and handsome too. I wonder what she was looking for anyway ,or  ‘abi de man no sabi do am’.?  Whatever her reason, she is not justified at all. A married woman should remain true to type. or you don’t get married at all. Period.

Camp was fun but there was some actions I missed because of my condition. all the pregnant women were not allowed to go for parade. the jungle walk was also a ‘forbidden fruit’ for all of us. after one week in the camp we alongside with the nursing mothers were asked to apply for a redeployment and vacate the camp. some of us tried to act smart but eventually we were all’ evicted’ {LAUGHTER].

We had to come back two weeks later for the passing out parade and to collect our redeployment letter.

On the day, we finally left camp it was not really easy parting with a sweet friend like Ola, but what can one do. The authorities have  decided, our job is to obey. She saw me off to the junction where I entered a bike to the park.  we waved at each other, I almost shaded tears and i know she almost did too. that was the last I saw here. How I wish we would meet again someday. Please don’t tell me in heaven, because i know I won’t recognize her then. {LAUGHTER}.

God compensated me on that day by given me another good friend who so much assisted me in Owerri where I applied for redeployment. In the bus I boarded to Owerri we were five corps members, three were headed for Aba, Abia State, while Akudo a married lady and I were headed for Owerri in Imo state. I became friends with Akudo there and then as I discovered her kind of person. she was even in my platoon, but because we were not allowed to parade, we could not meet. But thanks to God that we finally did.

I was new in Owerri, so I had to follow her down to her house . The people I was supposed to stay with in Owerri, my husbands friend, cousin and age mate and the wife are civil servants so I had to wait until after close of work to locate their residence.



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Juliet Nnadozie is a peace advocate, a character moulder, and a home builder. She is also a script writer, a movie director, producer, editor and an actress. She is the CEO Passions Global Media; an outfit that is into talent hunt and childrens drama productions.
julietsc Administrator
Juliet Nnadozie is a peace advocate, a character moulder, and a home builder. She is also a script writer, a movie director, producer, editor and an actress. She is the CEO Passions Global Media; an outfit that is into talent hunt and childrens drama productions.

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