For the first time in my life, I was going to be on my own in one of Nigeria’s States without family nearby. This came with a cascade of mixed emotions, I felt excited, scared and anxious about the new things I was about to experience and the new people I was about to meet.
In addition to the smoothie of emotions in me, paranoia set in as the vehicle broke down on the way, thankfully the road was reasonably busy otherwise I would have started anticipating a scene from a Nollywood movie coming to real life. I tried to calm myself down as I waited, looking around anxiously and in semi fear. Of course I prayed, because God was the only one I was familiar with in that situation, so I prayed! The wait lasted for almost 2 hours, as I watched the cab man running around trying to get his car fixed.
We finally arrived the state’s capital which by the way is an Igbo state, hence 98% of the residents speak Ibo, (this means I should learn the language to a reasonable extent soon…tutor needed please!). I watched the Yoruba cab man struggle to pronounce our destination…”abeg where be NIC camp?”, this was always followed by a confused expression and a “you say?” from the person being asked. I always had to intervene and pronounce properly “oga abeg where NYSC camp dey?”