Our NYSC was murdered in cold blood last night, I saw her very assassins who didn’t take it as a sin stroll out unrepentantly like a damned knight taking his own right in a spilt seconds. Sycophants who paraded themselves as her government altered her beautiful name, the once :
NATIONAL YOUTH SERVICE CORP
becomes : NOW YOUR SUFFERING CONTINUES Tarnishing her very image with such disdain, perpetrating this hideous act without refrain, look they gave us that cotton cap so the scorching sun won’t melt us like rotten pap and with a smirk on their faces hand over to us that khaki, Like it were even a car key.
They even offer us that odorized brown boot which they loot for our foot like it suites our routes, and then with a monthly meagre salary of less than 15,000 Naira they send us forth, not knowing our left from our right we are tossed like a flunky dice back and forth.
I weep i weep in my closet for many of my brothers are lost in this WILD euphoria, Ensnared and Hornswoggled in this blind Nigeria, Just maybe they have uncles who owns a national oil well and could readily put a call through if they’re not sure all is well, but what fate awaits we paupers whose mothers readily opens their wrappers for us to pour the papers. “How do I tell her to her face that the four years spent in a promising school of thought had only been a massive struggle of her poor years drowned in a decaying pool of broth, with a jobless fate and a hopeless faith.
How long will I continue to flash my certificate in front of my motor cycle hoping that one day my world won’t crash like ULTIMATE CYCLE? How long will the government elites continue to parade themselves in their hilux and yet it seems almost impossible for them to heal us? How long will I Continue to tell my people i have a degree in history meanwhile my life has a pedigree in mystery? I drop my pen now even as we observe a minutesilence in bereavement of her flight likewise prop my men now even as reserve a minute violence in agreement of our plight
© Samuel Nnadi