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Rant 01

30/11/2016
Guys, I graduated last year November from University of Ibadan, at least, that's what's on my National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) dashboard. If you do the math, it's been eight months. Eight months of what though? It's been eight months of various freelance jobs because in Nigeria, most firms do not hire without an NYSC certificate. So, I've been waiting patiently, to be called to 'serve' my nation. Eight months of ridiculousness, eight months of telling my friends who live overseas that I trust the Nigerian system and I am ready to wait for it. Eight months of watching my mother feed and clothe me when in the real case, it should be the other way. Who says that NYSC takes up just a year of a person's life? You lie. Take several seats! 
If we had sense in this country (I really cannot find another word to use now), NYSC would be better than it is. I'm sure my frustration is just starting because I obviously havnt experienced the rigors of camp life and post camp life. I have not had to beg to be accepted at a PPA yet in exchange for zero pay or  peanuts. I have not had to rent a house of over a hundred thousand naira on a monthly salary of 19,800. I have not had to buy new materials to sew my corper uniform because the one I was given is counterfeit. Can you imagine? Khaki tearing? I'm sure that is something the older generation cannot relate to. Khaki is supposed to be strong, so what is this damn thing they give people to wear?  
My best friend left Nigeria, because she was fed up of the dying system. I kept saying, "there's no place like home." Hey, you know I'm lying. If I have the money, I will pack my load and run away because I'm fed up! 
You can't make plans, take jobs, travel etc because you're expecting to be called for service. Please I want to ask you something, is service to whatever cause supposed to be mandatory? I wonder why I'm wasting my data typing this thing that won't change a thing. I am tired of complaining about a nation that doesn't have ears to listen. They will still play ludo with our service year. 
Ejor, who has Osinbajo's whatsapp number? I want to tell him something important. 

Please if you have any ATM card with money in the account that you're not using, please borrow me. There's no allowance for a graduate and no job for a PCM! 
You no get? Oya go and find our Acting President's whatsapp number for me. 
Thank You! 

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