Corper Wee!
So if you're Nigerian who's gone through the (NYSC) process I bet you could relate to how terrifying your (PPA) could be, especially villages or underdeveloped parts of Nigeria.
For the purpose of those who don't know what NYSC is or about; NYSC is an acronym for "National Youth Service Corp" , so if you're a Nigerian, it's expected of you to serve the country (Nigeria) once you're done from College/ the university, sometimes people go ahead to acquire their masters first. So in the process of serving your country you first of all apply to the NYSC portal which you can only serve once, you're expected to stay in camp with other Corp members for a specific duration of time before you're then posted to your (PPA) which is your "Place Of Primary Assignment".
That been said, so my PPA was 'B-dere community primary school Gokana, Rivers State ' it's resident to the ogini tribe. During camp we were sensitized on how to behave since we are all from diverse cultures and places in Nigeria and even abroad as Corp members.
So on this faithful day I was headed to the market from my lodge and in the village where I was posted it was motorcycle that was the means of transportation around the village. For some reason indigenes are usually (I'm not sure if to say drawn/ friendly/curious) about corpers but they'd always want to either hail you or start up a conversation because they know corpers are strangers amongst them.
So imagine me on the bike wearing my khaki and white polo shirt and this bike man starts flirting with me and went as far as proposing marriage to me in the middle of no where, of course I dare not be rude to him, I played along. He went on like " you're a very beautiful girl, asked me where I'm from and if I'm married and went on to say he'd like to marry me "
"Ahan Oga "
"Are you serious?"
"Wow!"
I simply laughed, for one the distance from the corpers lodge to the market was roughly 15minutes on motorcycle and it was just bush paths, no buildings whatsoever.
I played along with the conversation, answering his questions and within me praying I get to my destination as fast as possible, once we got to the market he said he'd wait for me to finish so he'd take me back to my lodge (yay) in Yoruba accent, I said okay, then he decided to park his motorcycle properly in front then he'd come get me (in my head, na so the relationship take start?) My dear readers forget that I want to get anything from the market, as soon as he left I took the nearest bike back to my lodge.
What's your NYSC story?
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