The Horror that is my Service year

You will notice from the above heading that the word 'is' is used signifying that is present tense as I am still very much living through and experiencing the most horrific service year ever. You know what lets make a series out of it, let call this Series 1. I was posted to Borno in this recently completed batch B stream 1 orientation camp and we were camped in Bauchi, I will leave my camp experiences for another series and just talk about the state I was relocated to which is Ogun state.

I came like every other Corp member and reported to the state secretariat 3 days after my return from Bauchi. It was hell trying to get registered the place was packed with other Corp members like myself I was up early everyday coming from Lagos to Ogun state. It took me 2weeks to finally get registered and then PPA became an issue. I got the contact of some guy at the ministry of information from a fellow Corp member and friend that I could be posted there it worked out fine and when I went there all happy thinking to myself there is a silver lining at last, the old fool that was to be my boss introduced me to the vastly corrupt and morally decayed society I was in. He tapped me on the butt and even went as far as suggesting accomodation that was close to his house, I have never been sexually harrassed before and it took a long amount of googling to understand what had happened I blamed myself, maybe I smiled too much or maybe in some way I passed across the wrong message. 

I ran straight to the secretariat and immediately demanded another placement I really didn't mind if I was put in a school. I got a secondary school, the place was good although public and they didn't meet up to any of the conditions stated in the letter but the LG ruined it, Abeokuta North so back to the secretariat I was again seeking yet another posting on health grounds. 

I decided to get posted to the secondary school my friend was so as to be in Abeokuta South and also be with someone I knew in this strange town.

Accomodation was then another issue, I went through series of greedy agents and horrible houses before I finally found one that was within my budget in Kuto although I wasn't too sure about the electricity supply. Again just when things began to look like it was finally falling into place I was smacked on the face with yet another horrific experience

I went for my first CDS at the secretariat because I didn't have a place to stay I packed a small bag with work clothes and in the process forgot my white trainers for my khaki, I went with my sandal the first officer that saw me was nice and understanding but the next wasn't, she was outrightly mean and seized my sandal, made me walk barefoot round the secretariat begging her and suddenly it escalated she was insulting me and telling me that if I liked I could go to my village shrine with her name that she was out for me that if care wasn't taken I would be back to repeat my service year I was dumbfounded not only because I had been nothing but polite since the encounter but because I had no idea why she was angry and transferring aggression. 

As I am typing this, I am still barefoot in the secretariat, dreading why I came here in the first place and feeling so embarrassed imagine walking round barefoot and people staring, can't wait to talk to you guys in my next post hope I have a better report to give about this place fingers crossed, still hopeful because I have God.

I am not even praying for her to give me back the sandals despite it being a new one and my favourite, I am just praying that God gives me the ability to forgive her because she really hurt me ‎