The Colour of My Skin: An Unchanging Uniform.
Introduction After a long wait in 2016, the NYSC posting letter finally came out. My heart skipped as I typed my password knowing fully well that this was it , I was either going to have a smooth ride or spend time and money waiting on redeployment. What was I afraid of? you must be wondering. I was relieved when I saw I got posted to Abuja, but I had to check for my sister and my heart skipped even more , I was afraid for her and was ready to trade places if it would be possible. Luckily she got Lagos and I was satisfied with the outcome, those late night prayers didn't go to waste. NYSC Camp I arrived at the camp in Kubwa, Abuja at noon mentally and psychologically unprepared for what I was going to face like seating on the ground and singing whatever that was they made us chant. The uniformed men though! We had heard a lot about what goes on down here and I wasn't one to experiment with people. In two hours, we checked into the hostels and I was on a queue trying to get m...