Soon enough, we heard the bugle sound, which signified that we had to rush back to the parade ground with our khaki trousers, an NYSC crested vest and khaki jackets for swearing in.
My Khaki trouser was in a bad shape; the NYSC belt was something else, but I had no choice than to put them on. Getting to the parade ground, all the stage was set for arrival of the governor and the chief judge of Yobe state. Standing under the hot sun, we were arranged by the soldiers, platoon by platoon. The soldiers were also in new uniforms just as we were also in our NYSC pair of khaki trousers.
As expected, representatives were sent by the governor and the chief judge. We all waited till they arrived. The M.C. really killed the program with his introduction of the guests. He wasted a hell of time, delaying us under the hot sun which was burning us really hard. The representative of the governor of Yobe state (I’ve forgotten his name) came up to the podium to give his speech. After reading out his 25 minutes speech, we gave him a round of applause.
The real swearing in was just few minutes away as the chief judge stepped forward to give his speech. The flag bearers stepped forward as well to perform the little drills they’ve been able to learn. Each platoon presented a person who was tasked with approaching the chief judge, saluting and presenting an oath on behalf of the platoon. All these continued till the last platoon representative endorsed his oath with a signature. The chief judge recited the oath while everyone else repeated after him. After the ‘Amen’, we shouted and clapped.
We were discarded around 2:0pm and everyone got busy with their phones, taking shots with their NYSC Khaki’s. Ugo and I were not left out. Seconds later, Janelle and I hooked up and we decided to have lunch together at Mama Nkechi’s restaurant. She requested for gari and vegetable. I kept staring at her as she ate, hoping and calling Ugo to show up soon so we can eat something together. I kept on calling Ugo but he didn’t pick up.
Janelle tried convincing me to eat something, better still, take a drink, which I declined. She frowned at me but I just can’t leave Ugo out of anything we did in camp.
Amaka, the restaurant attendant came to ask me why I wasn’t eating. I explained to her that I would only eat when my guy arrives. Janelle took the opportunity to ask if we were gay (laughs). She didn’t know the bond between Ugo and I was more than friendship; we were now brothers from different mothers.
As if Ugo was reading me, he showed up at the exact spot where I was seated. He looked very hungry. He asked if I had eaten and I replied him in the negative. Amaka and Janelle added that I was waiting for him to arrive before I eat. He ordered for pounded yam with Egusi soup, which we graciously consumed together.
On our way back from the restaurant, I told Ugo that I had to visit the OBS studio for an auditioning. I met lots of corpers there who queued for the auditioning too. I wrote down my name and waited patiently for my name to be called.
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