Sahara Desert Dupe?

NYSC Chronicles Day... get me out of here

It finally happened guyss

After watching people get ill and have to go to clinic, the stupid bug caught up to me.

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So yesterday was a day. Probably my most fun day in this place.

It began with morning devotion. I went to the pavilion, by like 4.50am, sat on a chair and slept till the end of the devotion. I did have to stand up when a soldier was passing but I barely remember those moments cause a girl was half asleep the entire time.

Then I woke up and I was in the middle of the field, no idea where my platoon was. So, I stood up and stumble walked to where I thought my platoon would be.

A soldier saw me, asked me to come and carry a chair to the lecture ground, saw me stumble and asked if I was sick. I told him I was just tired and he said he loves that I didn't lie. He said that soldiers get tired too and told me his waking up routine. Then he made me shadow him for about 30 minutes as he walked round the field and to other platoons.

Later found my platoon, bid the soldier adieu, practiced for parade competition, that was later that day and went to get breakfast.

Now, lectures start by 9am and my platoon had this unspoken rule of keeping seat where a person can keep as much as ten chairs for their friends (I keep three. Very demure). Due to this rule, if you get to the lecture ground by 8.30am there's a possibility you'll see about 15 people but no free seat.

So, a few boys who stand for most lectures decided to overturn this unspoken democratic rule into a military regime. They came around 8am, arranged the chairs and ensured not a single soul kept seat for another person.

For about an hour, this set of about five boys were unpaid ushers with eyes as sharp as hawks. They knew when you came, what belongings you owned and where you were sitting.

They were very serious with this.

It was very fun to watch.

But I kept two seats still cause hehe, I'm brilliant and sneaky (inspector gadget type shit)

Then I figured out my room was opened and slept through the rest of the lectures until it was time for the parade competition.

If you think you've mastered the art of standing then you haven't stood for over two hours, in khaki and jungle boots, on sand that could bake cake, under a scorching hot sun.

People (asin multiple persons) fainted and had to be rushed to the clinic.

But I stood. And I marched. And I had to breathe through dust (Ekiti is a closeted Sahara desert).

Everything hurt by the end but my platoon got third so I guess it was worth it? (Also our platoon commander got best commander)

I celebrated, got high on adrenaline for a bit, ate dinner, then the stress hit the moment I took off my boots and that stupid bug assaulted me.

Managed to go for the social night (cause we were chased out) and then slept.

I shouldn't have slept.

Cause rn, I have a sore throat, a blocked nose, I'm sneezing and coughing and I feel weak.

Skipped morning devotion but I couldn't skip SAED exhibition competition cause soldiers entered my room to chase me out.

Went to clinic to rest and apparently they're not supposed to take patients during activities. What if I faint? That's such a wack rule.

Now I'm at the SAED exhibition, mentally willing 12noon to reach, hoping the effects of the Predator energy drink I took doesn't wear off early.

Four more days. I'm out in four more days.

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Note to self: take more pics and videos of people you met in these last few days.

Note to everyone else: by the time of posting, catarrh has been added to our catalogue of illness. Yay Ekiti