“…Chukwuma was my friend from back in the day. We were primary school classmates and secondary school classmates, though we separated when I went to the Arts class and he proceeded to the sciences. After our first JAMB attempt was futile, he got admission on second trial, this time, to ESUT, where he studied Engineering […]
“… Hunger and NYSC were not strong enough to break the bond Mma and I had. Rather we learnt our lesson because as hunger, frustration and typhoid were turning me to a skeleton in Awka, Mma feigned illness in her PPA and went to stay with her uncle, the one with Toyota Corolla. There, they
“…There is a popular Igbo riddle that goes this way; ‘gwa m gwa m gwa m, gwa m oti nwata na ihu nne ya?’ It loosely transcribes as, “tell me that, which beats a child in the presence of his mother?” The answer as many know, is hunger! The ancient Igbos used that riddle to
“…I never knew that NYSC could serve as slimming tea until Mma went back to Gombe on Monday morning. Her short stay was nearly my best time as a Corp Member. She woke up that Saturday morning feeling all elated and we used ihe na agwụ ike eji ezu ike to start the day. She
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“…Awka was relatively peaceful, calm and soothing. A very sharp contrast to what Social Media Content creators painted Anambra to be. I didn’t see hooligans trying to snatch my phone or full fledged young men haggardly dressed with upsidedown button and sloppy shirt collars in a fashion that exposed their bellies. Upon enquiry, I was
“…Girls Secondary School, Awka was the name of my PPA and it wasn’t difficult for me to locate within Awka South LGA. A missionary school, run by the Awka Diocese of the Anglican Church, they pride themselves in high moral standard and enduring discipline, hence their motto: Education for Discipline and Responsibility. True to their
“…The road from Gombe to Enugu was full of horror due to the fear of Fulani Herdsmen, Cattle rustlers, Bandits and accident, while the road from Enugu to Awka was full of horror due to the terrible state of the road. More than 70% of the Enugu-Onitsha expressway looked more like an erosion control experiment
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“…The trip from Gombe back to Enugu was filled with tension and anxiety. We barely left the outskirts of the city when we met an accident scene. One of the vehicle was filled with Corp members going to their PPA on a fellowship Bus. Though no life was lost, the driver of the small vehicle
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“…Mma and I resolved never to go back to OBS to avoid bringing trouble upon ourselves, should Mma try to turn down Mr. Gbenga’s advances. We went instead to the kitchen where we were welcomed with open arms. Why won’t they welcome us when all we were going to do was work work work. Though
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“…After the evening parade that day, we were thoroughly exhausted. First, we were on a 2 day journey to Gombe, and without rest, we entered Camp and then had to march for over an hour. Mma and I went to mammy market to eat after the parade. We just couldn’t cope with eating the camp
