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Guyssssssss!!! 🤗🤗 This one is a personal gist... So, I made black pie today ☺☺ My first pie ever you know? And then I went creative on it 😁😁 I truly was feeling like an angel watching men act (hehehehehe, felt so on top of 'da' world, so high 😁) . I MADE BLACK PIEEEEEEE EE!!!  💃💃💃💃😂   It was birthed out of a playful spirit tho and ion regret making her ❤❤ I'd have regretted it if I changed my mind tho, 'cos I almost did. My pie met with both lovers and nonlovers tho 'cos I did put her on my WhatsApp story, but then, I'm unbothered, it's what I enjoyed doing. Lol. I almost couldn't eat it myself you know? But dhurrr, I did and it was so yuuuuuuuummmmy 😋😋 And it was  black inside out, so you can't even scrape the cover off 😂😂 You take it all in; hook, line and sinker baby 😁😁 (last slide for a glimpse of what the insides looked like). Funny thing is, everyone's asking for the recipe. I ain't telling y'all nothing 🤷🏻‍♀️😋😋 ...

...and on the 25th of November, camp ended with a POP (Passing Out Parade). Our joys knew no bounds bro, we couldn't wait to leave. Although, maybe in our ecstasy, we forgot leaving camp was leaving camp made friends. Yeah, for the second time in my life, I made friends in less than three weeks, guy and girlfriends and I still don't regret the relationships. Well, I shed a few tear (lots of us redeployed anyway 'cos the the security threat in our deployed state, that is Borno State. One of the reasons we camped at Katsina State instead of Borno state itself). Lol, yeah, you now know why our Mr. Macho contestant said Borno state is bordered by China. Lol. The state is the farthest in North Eastern Nigeria anyway. Bro maybe thought the next state is an Asian one, a Chinese one in particular. Anyway, I didn't leave camp till the 26th, I didn't want to have a night trip, so... And I was going on a 10hour thereabout trip. So, the next day, I left camp, together with o...

😂😂 Shocked? Nah, no need to be, I'll break it down. So, I was in platoon three on camp. Some preferred to call it 'three platoon' (whatever brings allawee to our accounts 🤷🏻‍♀ So, I'm not going to elongate things. Summary is, my platoon was the most populous on camp. Why? 'Cos we f'd up in all competitions and we could even care less 😂 (well, some of us did care, you know the taunts and all, some were really frustrated. Some people equally match up in frustrating others, so, I wouldn't blame no one). Lol. The dance competition was the craziest and funniest. I was part of those presenting anyway, so, we were all in it. Prior to our presentation, I'd bragged to my roommates about our awesome presentation. I even advised them to be present and not attempt hiding that particular night. Yeah, night. Remember the 8-10.30 pm social night? Yeah, that's where all the fun stuffs take place. Where we cool off the tension of the day. Long story sh...

Lol. Yh, this is a fuller of the previous chat. And since that was 'NYSC CAMPING EXPERIENCE IN FULL', and this is the continuation, then this' the fuller version 💁 (Please don't mind me, I just kinda ran out of titles, so... We'll make do with that for now, biko {'biko' is please in Igbo language}. Damn, I'm getting to pick a little of all major Nigerian languages 😎). So, I got to my camp ground at approximately 3pm, Nigerian time. Then went for my registration, a lil bit of crosschecking of documents here and there, some form filling, passport stapling, then I got my kits and settled myself in a room of 16 (was the third to get to my room). Well, my roommates happened to be really cool people. We got so used to ourselves that I sometimes forgot we were up to 16 in the room; we were bounded into one. Yeah, the kits, I know you'd ask. It comprised of the NYSC jacket, trouser, cap, belt, khaki boots, 2 pair of socks, a crested vest (our popular ...

...yeah, to next... Errr, a lil something to say. Lol. So I went to camp with this two weeks old hair I already got tired of. It's a Ghana weaving, a style I've been fantasizing for over 6 months, but I'm surprisingly tired of. Why? Well, the hairdresser... There's this thing, I'm kinda hard to satisfy with hair, so, I make hair very often. And on those few occasions, I make sure I have enough cash that'll give me my heart desire, hair wise... So, I bought enough hair extensions and all. Alas! My regular hairdresser has changed location, so I couldn't possibly get her to make this fine hair for me (my graduation hair 😭😭😭😭😭). So, an alternative right? Well, this woman is good too, but over economizes 🙄 She used lesser hair extension in particular, giving a scanty hair as end product; you could see my scalp 😭😭 So much for special hairdo. And then, the hair tip wasn't so neatly made as I love it (do you know I have the least idea of hair making, ...

So, first thing I noticed was the neat roads. You'd think everywhere will be littered, but trust you. I can almost tell you I didn't see a satchet water wrap dropping on the road in all three hours (you'll think I'm exaggerating...) Well, maybe I didn't notice them tho. But one thing is, I didn't even slumber, so sleeping off is ticked off the list. (My non-Nigerian audience will think it's no biggie. But sweethearts, in this part of the world, it is. I mean, why do you need trash bags or bins when the roads are there to cast your refuse on? Everywhere is a refusedump 🙄 God save us from people who wouldn't help keep our Nigeria clean, Amen!!!) Have I told you of how organized these people are? Northerners? Well, again, I've never come across such at my side (maybe there are such instances, but I never came across them.) For instance, the very first fuel station we branched was issuing receipt. For petrol bro, petrol. I was awed. The driver even ...

Holla, holla, holla people! 😎😎 Miss me ? So, let's ride this rollercoaster. Whatyasay? Yes, I met this man onboard, Mr M (yeah, we're playing letter names 🤗), he made some calls and that gave him out as an Hausa man, and yes, he automatically became my 'tour guide.' He helped myself and two other corp members get a taxi that took us all to our individual parks (I was to go to Katsina camp, another was to go to Kano camp while the third lady was going to... Was it Jigawa? Or Taraba? I really can't remember 😒) Dhurr, summary is, he was of immense help to us. He only left for his park after ensuring we were safely tucked into the buses 'jetting' us to our camps. He even paid for the drop 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 (his niceness is what's making the tears flow, lol). Lol, funny thing is, not one of us had the slightest idea of the Hausa language Mr. M and the driver were communicating in, so we just kept our cool and watched. Both even argued a bit over tran...

Ok... I'm supposed to have done this earlier. Like, way earlier, but then... I really shouldn't use procrastination as an excuse again right? It's cliché. Trust me, ion have no excuse. Errr, I'll love to share my NYSC camping experience, yayyyyy! (Well, maybe a bit of the fullblown NYSC tho, since this is coming much later after camp. All the experiences have kind of intertwined). NYSC is the Nigerian Youth Service Corp, a scheme that came to life in May 1973 by the Gen. Yakubu Gowon, to include Nigerian graduates in the process of developing the Nigerian nation and it lasts for a one year period. (Errm, you can read up on NYSC for more info, so we save time 🤗🤗 Thanks lovelies). Well, it all started on the 2nd of November, around 1am thereabout (it was my birthday, so how could I possibly forget 😎). So, this' how the NYSC thing works, you register (say 2/3weeks earlier, after which you'll be mobilized to serve the country in one of the 36 states that mak...