I carried my things, fiam, entered a cab going to Wanunne. Omo, inside the cab, a serving corps member was talking about how fat she became in Benue because she got tired of eating mangoes and yam. I said to myself "It's your time to shine".
Fast forward, I got to camp, did one or two and was appointed by my platoon officer to be the platoon leader for my platoon (Platoon 2). I was also selected to be part of the camp court in camp. We were about 4 corps members and the rest were staff. I worked like a werey in camp, always here and there, without an assistant.
Fast forward to posting, me that was thinking kpe, I will join other Platoon leaders in being posted to Makurdi Town, I collected my posting letter and I saw one secondary school in one village.
Sha sha, I got there and after some weeks, asked to be reposted and they posted me to a primary school. Lmaaoooo, from frying pan to fire abi? I wanted to die.
That gist will come another time😩 My moi moi and akara is calling me.
Wait o, the bucket of water there is what I was using to bath in Gwer East LGA, Benue STATE & had to buy pure water to cook & drink, to avoid typhoid. One more thing, I have still not understood why Benue is still referred to as Food basket of the nation.
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