I may have gotten to the NYSC Secretariat Gwarzo but unfortunately we were no where near Kano camp. I still had an hour and half long journey to embark on before arriving Karaye, Kusala Dam where the permanent orientation camp was located.
I am a helpless case. I always fall in love every now and then. I am in love again! This time with Poetry. A particular genre of poetry popularly known as ‘Spoken Word’.
Since my semi – permanent (or semi-temporary if you like) relocation to Lagos my ‘waka’ has been from pillar to post. Locating my destinations has been via the renowned Google Maps.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
– Theodore Roosevelt
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Packed. Stuffed. Crowded. Congested. Cramped. Swarming. These are some of the adjectives that could be used to describe the content of a sardine tin.
Keep that image in mind. Now replace that with a ragged object that look(ed) like a vehicle but could be mistaken as metal trash. Also, substitute the fishes for humans. See what I see? Voila! That is the true picture of people when commuting in commercial vehicles in Kano. Continue reading
Like every other student, when I dropped my pen after my final paper I was certain that I was a graduate. All that was left was for the paper acknowledgement – a certificate – to follow. I backed up my conviction by applying for my transcript to be sent to a foreign university where I intended to study for my Masters. To my greatest wildest surprise, I learnt that there was still an outstanding course left for me to clear before I could graduate. That period was not a good one for me. Indeed, I felt displaced. I finally sorted that out. Re-took the paper and waited to be cleared while my class mates went on to serve the motherland.
To be frank, I felt really down. Angry. Confused. Basically, it was a medley of emotions. I was finally called up to serve after months of waiting. I was posted to Kano. Kano!!!
I miss you so much! Its been quite a while we went on a date. I know. Its all my fault. I do not have a valid excuse but I must let you know I try. I have tried to reach out to you on paper but after a few lines I scratched it. I felt my words were inadequate. I then promised to ring you but once I heard your voice on the other end of the line courage oozed out of me, so I hastily dropped the call. I am sorry. I tried. But I could have given it my best. I could have given it more.
This is me saying I am sorry. I am sorry for not trying hard enough. For letting the cares of this world drive a wedge between us. I apologise more for the future. It may be rough and tough but we will get through it all.
I love you. Always remember that.