‘‘Where are you going to? Come and get your bag searched’’ a gruff voice said. Peeking through my sunglasses at the security official who was apparently talking to me, I walked over to a canopy filled with security officials and dumped my bags before a really pretty policewoman (no offence but this is kinda rare) who asked to see my call-up letter and school identity card. She looked up from the I.D card, passed it to a female colleague and said;

‘‘Na wa o! See what maturity has caused’’ and they both giggled at my picture. Granted the photo used was horrid, I was bone thin in my freshman years and had an egg-shaped head.  Still, couldn’t she have employed a little bit of subtlety?

After the initial luggage search which was carried out verbally (seriously, would I have told them I carried a bomb even if I had one securely fastened to my privates?), I proceeded slowly down the narrow path knowing full well that the next time I would probably walk down this particular path again would be on the passing-out day in three weeks *sighs*. Continue reading


Hello, zibah here. No, I wasn’t kidnapped and I didn’t suddenly develop amnesia and forget 360zibah. So where have I been and what have I been up to? Save for the cold I developed a few days ago, I’ve been at NYSC Orientation Camp in Lagos. Yeah i’m a fresh graduate, bet you didn’t see that coming. So this time around, I do have a reasonable reason for going AWOL (so, no need to apologise, right?).

Now, camp! I’m not going to go into the deets of how;
* I registered on the very first day (i pushed, pinched, screamed, clawed and cursed alongside a thousand plus corpers who were equally impatient)
*Waking up by 4:30am makes me scream bloody murder
*Being around the opposite sex leaves my raging hormones….raging
* How burnt (black) my skin looked just after Day 2, plus the humongous pimples I developed (sobs). The sun rays here are absolutely evil.

Yeah, it (camp) would be over in about a week but then, what next? Would the Government ship me to  go teach in a government school or would I be placed in a hospital or…i anxiously wait to see how the future pans out.

Anyway, what have y’all been up to? Relax, Zibah would definitely write a post of my experience in camp….as soon as I get the hell outta here.

Miss y’ all.