So second week in camp passed by really quickkk. But I’m lying right now because every day in camp was slow: the sun was usually out by 5am and it set by 6, 7pm. It really sucked 😭.
Nothing particularly eventful happened during the second week of camp apart from the fact that I developed a cold in a state that hardly got rain (I’m still trying to figure this out 🤔) and I participated in man-o-war activities 😆. I would post pictures of my scared-half-to-death face but I left them in Adamawa because I fell ill on the day we were leaving camp (more on this laterrr). Also they began to throw people in the guard room 😂. I’ll tell you why.
When we first got to camp, the soldiers were really lenient with us when it came to respect and following orders. People told me that apparently, the soldiers were told to go easy on us before we got there so I felt camp was going to be a breeze. Second week came and a meeting was held. The camp commandant said we, the corpers were being very disrespectful (this was true, I won’t even lie 😂) and they had to be stricter with us. That’s how they started throwing people in the guard room oh 😂. Like literally anything you did wrong landed you in the guard room, even wearing slippers before it was lights out. They later slacked off in our last week but it really wasn’t funny. I was never thrown in there but someone in OBS who did said they labelled it ‘The thinking room’. Now that’s hilarious 😂.
Third week came and it was supposed to be our week of major social activities. They held the Miss Big, Bold and Beautiful, Mr. Macho, Miss NYSC and Mr. Corporate and my platoon being useless didn’t even come close to winning anything. We also had a carnival which I slept throughout in (waste of my makeup 😂) and we had no bonfire night because I didn’t see any wood talkless of fire. To be very honest, Adamawa camp is a dead camp.
Finally, the day we were to leave camp came. I was so happy but it didn’t show because I fell ill that day. It was so bad a number of people told me my body was so hot it could boil water. Till this moment, I haven’t fully gotten myself, to be honest. I didn’t leave Adamawa the day we finished camp because the latest flight out was by 12 and our closing ceremony didn’t end till 1 so most of us had already planned to stay in hotels. We could have stayed in camp but we heard the previous set before us got robbed and I personally wasn’t going to take any chances (had to protect the allawee 😂) so hotel, we went. I can’t even say I enjoyed the hotel because I spent my entire stay trying to sleep my illness away.
The next day, it rained really heavily surprisingly but we found a way to get to the airport. My airline wasted time but eventually, we flew. You have to note that there’s no direct flight from Yola to Lagos; they always have to stop at Abuja and I really don’t know why. My plane encountered some turbulence the pilot considered ‘low’. The entire plane was shaking, people were getting scared, I was almost screaming ‘We’re going to die’ and he said the turbulence was low?? I really don’t want to be on a plane when it’s high 😅.
Right after the plane settled, my left ear began to hurt. It was really painful and suddenly, I couldn’t hear properly from that ear: it was blocked. Yet the pain didn’t stop. I tried using my fingers to ease the pain to no avail. It hurt till we landed at Abuja and I had to ask one of the crew members if it was normal. He gave me a couple of mint sweets and asked if I had a cold which of course I did. He then told me I wasn’t supposed to fly with a cold because apparently colds and changes in altitude don’t mix very well. Eventually, my ear ‘popped’ twice and I could hear well again. The pain that came with it popping was brief but it made me visibly cringe, someone had to ask me if I was okay.
Then my airline told us to get down and change planes, goodness knows why and we did. I got my seat but then I went to the restroom and when I came back, I just saw rows of adult heads that weren’t there when I left. I told the woman in my seat that she was in my seat and the rows of adults began telling me ‘You can’t tell anyone here to stand up’, ‘It’s free sitting’, ‘You should have told the hostess it was your seat’, but nobody offered an apology including the woman who was in my seat and who passed my bag to me. So entitled 🙄. The hostess tried to patronise me by calling me sweetheart but I ignored her because I was very upset and went to the back of the plane to get a window seat. A male crew member had to ask why I was coming all the way to the back because he knew where I sat and I told him I got bounced. The guy was like ‘You shouldn’t have let it go’. I shouldn’t have really but you can’t argue with older people telling you it’s free sitting 🙄.
Not long after, we began our flight to Lagos. After peeping at the man beside me’s texts to his girlfriend or sugar baby (I suspect the latter 🙃), I began to doze hoping that my ear wouldn’t get blocked. Oh, how wrong I was. It began acting up again and this time my entire face was hurting 😭. Of course I couldn’t hear properly as well. I had to cope with the pain till we landed and then the popping began. It took about 5 pops for my ear to be normal again and it was sensitive for the rest of the day 😭. Later on, when I got home, I googled my symptoms and realised it was actually a thing. It’s called airplane ear or barotrauma. I didn’t have it when I was flying to Adamawa so mine was triggered by the cold I had. Definitely don’t want to experience that again.
So basically this post ends my Adamawa camp experiences. I really don’t want to return to the state itself because most people there don’t speak a lick of English and that’s not scary at all 😅.
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