Another monday again. The shitty gathering they call CDS is holding and me, even though very unwilling, cannot even contemplate the thought of staying back at home. I have just barely four weeks to the glorious passing out ceremony. It would be utterly foolish of me to risk an extension through an unnecessary absence. I still cannot fathom the need for this absolutely time wasting scheme they call National Youth Service Corps. It is nothing more than pure shenanigan. Proud graduates of prestigious courses are treated to the most disdainful experiences. Just imagine that a whole lawyer is reduced to nothing more than a clerical staff, doing nothing other than making photocopies of some stupid court processes. Worse still, he's scolded when he makes a mistake like a five year old. Hence my hurry to finish with the whole thing and just move on with my life.
Anyway, so after managing to drag myself out of the house, our generous neighbour, who lives downstairs offeredo give me a ride to Berger. I thank God for my good luck. It took us approximately thirty minutes to escape from the quagmiric traffic that bedevilled us on the way out of Kubwa to reach Mabushi. Suddenly, my neighbour remembers his route was actually off Berger and apologetically drops me off at that point.Was I angry? Of course not. I just patiently stand under the harsh sun, burning,while I fought with the other commuters to grab a cab. Finally, after a long while, one shows up and charges me half of what I left the house with. I didn't even mind. I jumped in as soon as I saw this very determined man coming for hard earned found cab. Nonsense! I hissed out loudly.
Finally sha, I got to my destination. As expected, the meeting started with words of admonition and endless advice. The usual charade we have conducted every monday for the past ten months now. I just couldn't be happier that I was leaving in a few weeks.W were told to pick random topics and discuss. Some health conscious group of people in the meeting decided that reminding everyone of their personal hygiene was a great way to get us interractive.Oh, did you know that cucumber is one of the most healthy food in the world. According to our health experts, it is advisable to always dump your dinner for at least five meals of cucumber every night. Yeah. I'm serious o.
Ehen,that was how we got to the topic of the appropriate use of make up by women. What did I not hear from all these fake assed boys that day? They all started claiming that they never really give a rat ass about any girl who loves to appreciate the work of Picasso on her face. Of course the shallow faced girls who were so guilty started to protest. I had no issue with all of that. Until This girl stood up and said that women make all the efforts for the sake of men. Hian! I was so mad. I just cannot comprehend how a woman can wake up and decide to put the impression of some man above and over herself. Do we really need the approval of men to look good? If using all the array of makeup available on earth at once lifts your self esteem, by all means, go ahead and apply them. What I won't accept or defend is to claim that the reason you eneded up looking more like a scare crow and all plastic is because you wanted to please a man. Sisters! It's about time we started feeling good and confindent about the decisions we make for ourselves.To worsen the whole matter, some idiot who was heavily made up herself decided to lend her coarse voice to the whole discuss by referring to people like that as 'prostitutes'. What ignorance!
By the end of the meeting, I was too happy to leave. When I finally conclude this scheme, I am pretty sure I'll only miss about a handful of people. Well, it wasn't all that terrible though. I had some very memorable times with certain people, even though we are no longer in talking terms particularly, but it was surely blissful while it lasted. I cannot but unequivocally state that service year was not as adventurous and beneficial as promised. That irks me all the time.
I hope you folks are having a wonderful week?
