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NYSC Alawe

I really am tired of waiting and waiting for the monthly allowance that NYSC is supposed to pay me.... that was what was running through my head last week. I was just praying to God for favour, the type that a friend of mine got from baba God that he arranged his flat rent fees from nowhere.

Anyway, I got to the LG office to submit my monthly clearance forms, and was trying to figure out how to broach the subject, when one of the ladies just looked at me and asked, "Are you really in a rush?" Of course I said no. She told me to finish the submission process and return to her. It turned out that she wanted bread and milo and milk.

See how God works - the women in that office are very unpredictable and some of them were already having moody expressions on their faces. I had even given up on who to approach, when God just put her in my debt.

Of course I refused to collect any money from her - what is two hundred naira compared to my three months allowance? beancakes!

I went in search of bread before buying the other items, then went back to her, put it on her table and waited within her eye view.

After a few minutes she asked if I needed anything else, and I was given my long - awaited pin - code (necessary for online registration and payment) and my CD (not what you think - its for community development) card was signed promptly.

I heaved a huge sigh of relief upon exiting that office.

Finally, I will get that account working.....Now I am moving on to what to spend the accumulated money on....

Any suggestions?


mishelangelo said…
>> Of course I refused to collect any money from her - what is two hundred naira compared to my three months allowance? beancakes!

now that's a classic line... hehe
Daydah said…
Thank are far too kind
xi said…
BTW, ever wondered why they call it beancakes?

'Cos any of us who has eaten akara will tell you that there is absolutely nothing cake-y about the beans oooo!

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