Chronicles of NYSC camp - Hostel Area
This is the girls hostel area. You can see us in white white, and I was on my way back from the Dining area, after collecting jollof rice and chicken.
Happyness
First of all, Happy New Month Everybody! I have been absent because I have been searching for a job. But I missed blogging so I ran back. I just finished watching Will Smith's "The Pursuit of Happyness" and I cried and cried, at the frustrastion illustrated there, then I cried tears of joy when he was given a ray of light in the midst of the darkness. I cried at his bravery in facing all the terrible things that happened to him head on. I cried when he had to lock him and his son up in a train station's toilet so the boy could sleep at night. I cried when he could not sleep. I cried when he beat the odds. Chris Gardner is one brave guy. Its a true story so I know he's out there somewhere. And I am grateful to him for telling his own story. No one would see him now in 2007 and think he had to fight to stay in line in a homeless shelter so he could get a decent bed for his son at night. No one would see his success and believe that he ever made an investment mistake
Comments
You've got to be kidding me!
In my own camp, the only chicken to be found was the ones that the suya men were selling, and even those ones sef were of questionable origin. The meat was really tough, as if the chicken no ripe before them harvest am. Either that, or the chickens were of real jaguda stock.
Personally, I couldnt vouch that those things was chicken. All I can say I believe is that they belong to the bird family.