The one where I finally finished NYSC

Waking up on a Wednesday, my first thought was the usual rush for CDS, until it hit me that I’ve finally crossed that chapter. 365 days of serving my nation, and I’m finally done! Don’t get me wrong, though. I’m still a little sad because NYSC was actually a beautiful experience for me. I had such a soft life service year (except you count the stress of my PPA, but let’s not get into that today). More than anything, this season tested me, matured me, and reminded me that God really does know what He’s doing. Before I got my call-up letter, I had quit my 9–5 job (Following an instruction from God), and honestly, it felt crazy at the time because I had no idea what God was planning. I was leaving a job that I had planned to use as my PPA, and I was also going to be ‘stranded’ financially. But there’s something about obedience, it’s not always easy, but somehow, God always shows up in the process, and God, I was hoping He would because I didn’t want to stress myself that season, or be broke. But God was with me throughout the NYSC season. Let me take you down memory lane. I graduated in 2020, but for some reason, I didn’t want to do service after graduation; My mother had disturbed me, and when I didn’t listen to her, she started getting allies in her quest for me to do NYSC, and finally, God himself nudged me,” Oya, go and do it.’ In 2023, I got posted to Benue. I remember my friend teasing me, calling me “Benue babe.” I eventually decided not to go. Then another call-up letter came… Zamfara. People of God. I told my parents, and my dad immediately said, “You’re not going anywhere.” And honestly? I agreed. I like my head exactly where it is. Thankfully, God used my friend to make provisions for me to redeploy to Lagos in 2025, and now, looking back, I just know it was God from start to finish. Camp itself was another testimony. At some point during camp registration, I was already ready to leave because I was fed up and had been standing in the sun forever. Others were paying soldiers to cut the queue, and when I decided to go through that route, I got burned badly (It just proves that you should always follow the rules). I waited earnestly for the soldier to pick me, and when that didn’t happen, I had reached that “forget this abeg” stage. I was going to go home and come back to face the registration process. (One thing God dealt with was my impatience and pride) Then suddenly, one of the officials at the main gate took an interest in helping me. He sent his assistant to follow me around so I could complete everything quickly. While people had been waiting for hours, my registration was done in less than ten minutes. Tell me that isn’t a favour. <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/WhatsApp_Image_2026-06-08_at_09.06.38.jpeg"/>I could jokingly say maybe I’m just a fine girl, or maybe my “beautiful body” caught his attention, but deep down, I know it was God. After my quick registration, I left camp earlier than expected. Part of me wanted to stay because the Lagos camp would probably’ve been fun, but ah… the stress and the dirt? God forbid, and the way those soldiers were barking orders at us? and waking us by 4 am? Kilode? I would have bitten someone if I had stayed.But I was genuinely sad I couldn’t stay in camp. Later on, I got the opportunity to serve as the Welfare Secretary for my CDS, and honestly, I loved it. It gave me the chance to connect with people more, serve people, and grow in ways I didn’t expect. That was God just allowing me to talk to people (Which I didn’t do in camp) One thing I’m especially grateful for is the people God placed in my life during this season. Funny enough, my first PPA was at the gym. A gym. Because how do I study Mass communication and you post me to a Gym?I immediately went there, hoping for a rejection letter so I could relocate elsewhere. Eventually, I got posted to another PPA, and that’s where I met Tiwalade.And honestly? She became one of God’s biggest gifts to me during NYSC. Tiwalade was more than a colleague; she was a guide in that season. Looking back at everything I went through at my PPA, one of the brightest parts of the experience was meeting her. The gift of men will always remain one of God’s greatest blessings. My prayer is that you meet people who help you grow, sharpen your mind, support your dreams, and make difficult seasons easier to endure. So yes, this is the end of NYSC. And all I can truly say is: Thank You, God, and I can’t wait for the next season, and I really hope it comes with a lot of money. And yes, I’m back, so expect a lot of emails from me from today, and I promise you that after reading them, you will smile, just like you’re doing now. Have a blessed Monday. P.S. If you know anyone who wants to buy the NYSC kit, I’m selling. To the soldier who took my money and didn’t help me, don’t worry, you were part of the test God gave to me. (it doesn’t mean that you won’t buy meat, and not bite into stone)

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