Still not understanding why I have travelled over the Atlantic Ocean to put myself through this madness called NYSC (of which I still don’t understand the use of anyways…but as it is Naija God dey sha).
So the quest for this NYSC certificate begins with my mum and I setting off to catch a 9am Virgin Nigeria flight to ABUJA - "??" got to the airport and bumped into my friend Lols for whichever reason had been moved from her 7am flight....…being the Jand babes that we are…running across the seating area screaming, hugging, and blowing air kisses (…come on ya’ll know how you Jand peeps roll now!!!)
So we start going from one room to another in this uncompleted building…as in I mean like no bannisters on the staircases.......so really,m don’t look and stay focused and I guess you shall be visitng Baba God earlier than expected! I know Gary, my old Health and Safety manager would have a few things to say about that! Clearly no windows anywhere..…but if I remember now..I saw a few doors sha.
Finally we get to this “Evaluation” room obviously confirmed by the few designer bags, proper use of MAC makeup on the girls, and foreign accents floating through the airwaves…Oh how I love Naija’s abroad!!!
Now Madam was just a rude woman (not really sure if she didn’t like the job or had been starved of sex for way too long), for every document she looked at or didn’t need she flung back at Lols and I.........as in it was a serious case of concentration to see what direction your transcript was flying to before it landed on the muddy floors of Madam’s office. As in this woman was just barking at us, this tiny thing that I would probably have brushed anywhere else….....but being a Jand babe (STORY!!!) one had to behave themselves and I really didn’t want my mother seeing that she has raised some sort of tout.
Ok to back to Mama W’s desk to fill our badly photocopied forms and sending my poor mother in the rain to photocopy a part of my passport that Mama W seemed to have interest in all of a sudden. After just over an hour, registration is complete with my mum giving Mama W (our NYSC Saviour) =N=3000 for Coke…at this time I am trying to understand how many bottles of coke she can possible drink for that amount.
1.) 6 foot tall lepa aunty that couldn’t find her Uni in the massive book. We met and left aunty there still looking in the book…lol….apparently when your Uni isn’t in the book…LONG THING......LONG THING to the Ministry of Education possibly after about 3 trips you MIGHT just be successful…so ya’ll out there with dodgy certificates…sort it out!!!
2.) Uni of Porstmouth UK dude that was just firing some wacky American accent as in dude sounded like he had just stepped off a Chico Ejiro movie set…the more he was blowing the accent the more he was asked to “dress” closer and closer to the door.
3.) Fine babe from Tulsa that didn’t seem to have a freakin clue…nothing photocopied.…Madam descended on her a few times…my girl looked like she was going to cry…lol…but NO as in really didn’t she have friends that had served…I think Tulsa chic needs to be initiated into blogville to get some more info in her life.
Tried taking a few photo’s without using flash..but didn’t really come out well…but honestly I was just scared of Madam catching me and throwing me and my camera out of the space created for the window.
On our way out Lols and I are asked to fill out a book and return sometime between the 1st-3rd of September with our passports to collect our call up letters
To all you lovely people have a FAB day ahead!
- Transcript (all the parts you have) - Photocopies and Originals
- Secondary School Leaving Certificate- WAEC, NAECO, IGCSE, Cambridge O’levels…whatever
- Passport (page with your face, Nigerian Stamps showing the day you left and returned to Nigeria)
- 3 Passport Photographs for the forms (u would need another 10-15 for camp..so I guess u can do everything at once)
Love from Dimples-the official chief commenter of blogville…lawl lawl..ok self-acclaimed.