Hey guys, I know it’s been a while…Even though I tried to fight it, I have been so overwhelmed lately with feelings of not doing well enough compared to other bloggers especially in terms of the quality of the images I put out. ( I need a better camera) but I have decided to grow into this blogging thing and make use of the little resources I have the best I can.

So, over the weekend I went on an adventurous trip to the Olumo Rock Tourist Complex with a few friends. It’s a tourist attraction located in Abeokuta (the capital of Ogun state in Nigeria).

Now It’s a really funny story because I currently live in that city as a National Youth Service Corps member. In fact I’ve lived here for over eight months and I just went visiting last weekend.

Let me explain. There are rocks practically everywhere in the city. Houses are built on rocks, the roads are constructed rocks and personally I live in a house that sits on a rock and have to go through a rocky path to and from work (I might explain why I rented it in a future blogpost). Now you can understand why I wasn’t enthusiastic about visiting and climbing a giant rock. Lol

But I was wrong, it wasn’t just a rock (well it was a rock but..) with so much historical and cultural heritage as well as other side attractions like the Olumo Rock Art Gallery and the Historical & Cultural Gallery. We weren’t allowed to take pictures in the galleries though. They contained paintings, traditional tie and dye wears (which abeokuta is known for), beadwork, woodwork and other artifacts.

Notice my adiré top and beads? Now that was just me being extra. Lol

I know a number of people who have visited Olumo Rock and told me a number of things about the place but I made up my mind to have a unique personal experience.

Apart from its rich cultural and historical heritage, It also provides you with an amazing, over the top view of the city.

These lines were clearly written to define boundaries, so that visitors do not get carried away and fall off the rock.

We started out our journey exploring every inch of the rock and my friend who was there for the third time (thanks to me) acted as the tour guide, telling us historical facts about the different parts of the rock.

This tiny room served as hideout for hundreds of Egba people during the war.

Finally, we got to a point where we could take a rocky path to the top of the rock or take the stairs.

Guess which we took?

The stairs of course. …the rocky path looked more adventurous but also more dangerous so my friends and I opted for the safer route..so much for adventure….hahaha

The view from the top was amazing! Let me also add that we ran into a popular Nigerian artiste right here “Dare Art Alade” and we took a picture (If you want to see it check my Instagram page) *tongue out*

It was a fun day although I’m not sure it’s a place you want to go over and over. So I’ll just cherish this experience.

Ever been to Olumo rock? How was your experience? Would you like to visit and have questions for me? Drop a comment down below and don’t forget to subscribe.

Hello lovelies, how is your week going? I’m so sorry I’ve been MIA. I’ve been busy dealing with the struggles of adulting. *sighs* but it feels good to be back!

In this post, I’m telling you all about my camp experience and showing you possible ways to style your camp uniform …Lol

Before you read this I’d advise you read my previous post

Click here SO IT’S TIME FOR NYSC?

If you read that already please continue reading.

On entering the camp. I dragged my heavy box all the way from the main gate to the hostel which was basically a large hall with lots of bunk beds. I was given a bed space right next to my buddies from the bus. This further strengthened our bond. I also got a very cool bunk-mate and we all are still good friends up on till now. We did all our registrations together, we would fetch water together, wake each other up in the morning, go to the parade ground together and go collect food together from the camp kitchen (sometimes though…because camp food was kind of wacky). The only time we were separated was when it was time for platoon activities. I was in platoon seven which always claimed to be the best. My platoon commandant (everyone called him Commando) would shout SEVEN PLATOOON!!! And we’ll all respond THE BEST!!! This really annoyed the other platoons.

 

“White fowls” thats what the soldiers called us

 

On a queue in front of the camp kitchen for dinner

 

Camp roomies and besties

SAED

The SAED programme would have been a lot more beneficial if we didn’t spend 80% of the time in a boring lecture hall that barely had enough seats for everyone.

Rehearsing on the parade ground

Three days into camp and I was like a zombie. Tbh I couldn’t cope with the early morning parades, activities and as well as the 5-hours SAED (Skill Acquisition) lectures. I would go to the parade ground sleepy and grumpy, wouldn’t talk to anyone in my platoon and run back into my hostel at the slightest opportunity. But as time went on, I said to myself “this would soon come to an end, you are only going to do this once in your entire life so you might as well enjoy every bit of it” So I became open to being more participative.

How we sat most of the time due to sun and fatigue

I would have loved to be part of the EXCOS in Platoon 7 but I got to camp late, couldn’t finish my registration on time so I missed the elections. I then decided to be an active member of the platoon.

I participated in the Cultural Dance, Golden Voices and Christmas Carol inter-platoon competitions in which we came first, second and third place respectively. We even got N20, 000 after doing a welcome dance for the Director General of NYSC (BRIG GEN. SZ KAZAURE) when he visited Delta State orientation camp.

Rehearsals for our cultural dance presentation

With the platoon president

I also got to work in the camp kitchen, it was all sorts of fun, I got to interact with and serve fellow corps members meals for a whole day. Also, I could have as much food as I wanted. (Not that the food was so great)

With the two cutest guys in my platoon

There are lots of activities to look forward to on camp, cooking competitions, sports, man o’ war activities, parade competition, carnival, and night time social activities like singing contests, beauty pageants (Miss NYSC & Mr Macho), dancing competitions, comedy and bon fire night. There is also lots of music to groove to during this time. Because these activities are not compulsory you’ll be tempted not to attend them. Please make sure you go to these events. Many people argue that the three weeks camping experience is the best thing about NYSC and I’m afraid I kind of agree.

Swearing in ceremony

On this day ehn we stood for hours under the sun.

Carnival Day

Delta state camp officials and soldiers were a bit strict and sometimes unnecessarily harsh but I couldn’t let them steal my joy. They would punish corps members, forcefully drag them out of the hostels (female soldiers especially) they would come to the hostels to pour water and sometimes sand on people who didn’t leave the hostel on time. But I survived it all.

Aha! I almost forgot to talk about MAMI (Camp Market). This place was part of the reasons camp was fun. My friends and I would go to there to drop our dirty laundry because the struggle for water was real (water fetched was mostly used for bathing) and it wasn’t so expensive. We would also go there to buy fried goodies like fish, meat, plantain, yam and bean cake (akara) on days we didn’t want to eat the food from the kitchen. We also had one very nice spot where we ate really tasty noodles. I remember one night my platoon members went to celebrate a victory, it was so much fun, we danced, laughed and ordered chilled drinks for everyone. We didn’t have sockets in our hostels so we would go to mami to charge our phones for N50. Because of this my phone battery was always low and this cost me the relationship i was in at the time. Funny right?

I also had a camp crush. I don’t know if it was because I was stuck in a place for three weeks or if I really liked him. His name was Femi. He was the tallest guy in the whole camp, he could sing and was arguably the cutest guy in our platoon. I know you are laughing at me right now but camp does that kind of stuff to you. hehehe

I tried my best to have fun on camp but sadly all good things must come to an end. I was sad and almost tearing up, I was going to miss all my friends even though I didn’t have many (I’m terrible at goodbyes). I was relocating to Ogun state for health reasons but I really wouldn’t have minded staying in Delta State.

I stayed with my mum’s family (Yeah my mum is from Delta) for the night before leaving for Lagos the next day. I travelled with a dead phone but I’m thankful I returned home safely.

I waited some days before travelling down to Ogun state to resume as an Ogun “KOPA”

Thanks for reading.

What was your camping experience? If you haven’t camped are you looking forward to it?

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