CD MEMORIES

I remember the time,
when we were all strangers,
and each face was hard as a dime,
wondering why we were grouped together.
T’was just a few months ago,
that 1 year looked like ages to come,
morals were high, morals were low,
Community Development, where to? where from?

Familiar faces had grouped to talk,
from school, camp or from platoon
and those of us who knew no one just sulked,
wishing to find a friendly face real soon.
Madam coordinator was no-nonsense,
quickly gripping all by their throats,
“complete kit or I’ll mark you absent”,
was her own NYSC coat.
It was good though
as she put us all on our feet,
and the earlier batch to put us through,
at least for a few brief weeks.

T’was a sad departing,
as we saw our senior corpers go,
we hadn’t known much of everything
what we were to do and how.
So with a few officers appointed,
who were told to carry-on.
And so it was: they went-on,
many things to find out by themselves.

Soon, Madam also had to take a break,
as a baby beckoned to be born.
Mr. O. soon came to take her place,
and he was a happenning chap everyday.
A long story cut short
goes before our present ‘in-charge’,
who always took us on the spiritual court,
where each heart is surcharged.

So many tales go along
with our out-goings and in-comings
while some folded their hands and sang songs
of what wasn’t done right.
No doubt, many toes were stepped upon,
and many ‘forever-friendships’ sealed.,
Romeos and Juliets found each other,
and some are about to submit their proposals.

Now, when things have gotten real-rosy,
service year is now over.
We’ll surely leave with happy memories
to be cherished forever.
We’ll be passing out soon
with some into the labour market.
We’ll be marching out soon
with many into the HD departments.

Theres a time for everything,
so the Psalmist did say.
Now is the time for the real world,
each one to chart his own way.
This is my wish, this is my prayer:
that God Almighty directs all our steps,
so we each would make it big,
in our own small way;
that we’ll never forget,
to remember one another,
when we ‘each get there’;
that the spirit to serve our Nation,
would forever be fervent,
regardless of a good or bad condition;
that rather than seek for a personal gain,
you and I, each, and together,
would seek to leave our footprints,
in this sand, in our time,
of what we did, each and together,
to last now and for aye
that made Nigeria a better place.

WISHING YOU ALL THE BEST OF LUCK.
muaahhh
Toks!!!

by John “The Beloved” Ajewole
August 01, 2003

OJ

Ayotokunbo Ajewole, an engineer, an avid writer, and blogger (a.k.a OmoJesus)

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