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Congratulations on your graduation from school and mobilization for the National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) scheme. The unique thing about the NYSC scheme is that it is participated only by graduates. Before camp, so many people find it difficult knowing what to take and what not take to camp. NYSC-CDS has made it easy for you. Below are the Items you should take to NYSC Orientation camp and why you need them:
As you emerge at the camp, there will be ongoing registration which would require you to have your NYSC Call-up letter (original and photocopies), Green card, Passports, School certificate (original and photocopies), Medical Certificate and every other thing you printed during the registration.
Read Also: How to obtain a Medical Report
Your camp wears comprises of your on-and-off parade wears.
For parade: Go with at least two pairs of a white top and short. You will be given, but do not rely on the given one as it may not be same size as you. We’ve had cases where fat people were given very small outfits. You could also help your self with a white tennis shoe.
Off parade: Sorry to break your hearts, your white up and down is your uniform throughout your stay in camp. The only exception to these is on bonfire night (that’s if it’s done in your camp) and Sundays. For those in awe of what bonfire is, it’s a time towards the end of your stay in camp when corps members are allowed to have party-like drills. So in other words, you need only few home wears. Just put clothes for Sunday and bonfire (Camp fire night).
You will be required to take to camp your buckets, plates, cutlery, bed sheets, pillow and its case, mosquito net (though some camps are fumigated, you never can tell), drinking cup, torch light, slippers, Toiletries, Cardigan (optional).
NYSC camping is not a war preparation scheme, and also not eating a piece of cake. Many have gone through it which means there is nothing to be afraid of; just follow the rules and you’re safe.
Either young or old (as some would deny being above 30), should come with their head band of ENDURANCE and their jacket of TOLERANCE. Yes! You have spent 4,5,6,7, or more years in school and you feel there no more the earth can offer when it comes to diversified beings i.e you have seen all types of persons; you will be surprised you’ve not, so be careful.
The type of training you will pass through may be new to you like the early wake-ups, marching, etc. You have to bring your A-game.
NYSC feeds their campers. Nevertheless, a Corps Member could take additional fund which will be used at the MAMI-MARKET if he/she does not feel like eating the NYSC served meals. For those asking: what is MAMI-MARKET? MAMI is a mini market in every NYSC camp ground to help with any available personalized needs of a Corps Member during camping.
You are advised to have a pen and book. A written detail beats that first class brain.
AHA! This is the part many have been waiting for. Camp is a place you can finish your life’s savings if you so wish; there are always helpers. We’ve heard stories of how the male folks spend all their cash on the females and vice versa. Just be careful and take full responsibility of your actions.
Any abnormality should be reported to the authorities in charge. For personal security, waist purse could do the trick. However, not all camps allow its use (especially during parade). But if yours do, it should house all your gadgets and necessities. Lock your bags before leaving for any programme.
1. Many of the listed above are sold in the MAMI MARKET
2. I know you might have heard stories that may probably have stirred up fantasies to what males and females do in camp; if you know what i mean. NEWSFLASH!!! The camps are now 24/7 heavily guarded and any defaulter is very well punished.
3. Don’t hold any lady responsible for enjoying your cash.
Note: In Camp, you are officially called “Otondo”
The National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) has dismissed reports which claim that it has fixed 24th June, 2017 as date for the commencement of the 2017 Batch ‘A’ (Stream II) Orientation Course.
According to a statement issued during the weekend by its Director of Public Relations, Bose Aderibigbe, NYSC said: “The attention of the NYSC Management has been drawn to an online statement, which claims that the 2017 Batch ‘A’ (Stream II) Orientation Course has been scheduled to commence on 24th June, 2017.
“We wish to state that the information is false and, to say the least, misleading.
It could be recalled that the NYSC had earlier said that the 2017 Batch A Orientation course for stream I, which commenced on Tuesday, 23rd May will end on Monday, 12th June, 2017 nationwide. It however remained silent on the date for the Orientation course for stream II.
by Daniel Orubo
Like Jennifer Kent’s grief-fuelled The Babadook and Jordan Peele’s racially-charged Get Out, the most effective horror films are the ones that are able to successfully ground their bizarre premise in very real feelings of anxiety.
This is why Tolu Tanner’s Ajuwaya has me legitimately excited. As a (relatively) young Nigerian, I can’t remember any situation – in the past couple of years – giving me more anxiety than checking where I’d been posted to for NYSC (I got Lagos btw).
This feeling of anxiety is one I know a lot of us – whether you’ve survived a gruelling service year or are still waiting to get posted – can relate to; and that’s exactly why Ajuwaya‘s NYSC-horror premise is a stroke of genius.
Ajuwaya follows six corpers (played by Rahama Sadau, Timini Egbuson, Lanre Hassan and other newcomers) who get posted to a remote village in Osun state for their youth service and unwittingly awaken an age-long evil.
While the iconic Nollywood films we grew up with – like Nneka The Pretty Serpent and Living in Bondage – were spread over various genres, the new Nollywood filmmakers seem to be stuck in a rom-com rut; so yeah, Ajuwaya feels like a breath of fresh air.
Ajuwaya, which was successfully screened at the Lagos NYSC camp just this week, will be released in cinemas nationwide on July 7.
Our good works got featured on AFRICA ARCHIVE a😀 destination for amazing video and pictures from this great continent… Here is what they said.
There is a glamour in the ordinary, an exquisiteness in the common things of life, visible to those with an inkling to see the world’s beauty in its most ordinary form.
The essence of the NYSC scheme is to bring to the consciousness of Nigerian youths the glaring beauty in the other faces of the country apart from that which they have known and seen. This beauty is made visible through her diverse regions and states, hence the need for sociocultural integration.
Following this, Corps members in Gusau, Zamfara state took it upon themselves to show the city to the world in its most naked form through the lives and chores of its people particularly those who earn a living off the streets.
RAW, a project of Zmcorps in conjunction with Crystal pictures took to the streets of Gusau to showcase her aesthetics in its raw and realest form through pictures of corps members assuming different roles and occupation.
An interesting and exciting adventure, the very first of its kind in the history of the NYSC scheme in the state, Zmcor pesents to you photoshoot on the streets of Gusau, the capital of Zamfara state.
Below are the pictures. Do enjoy!
To view more pictures check the #PhotoShootOnTheStreetsOfGusau on instagram and follow Zamfara Corper page on instagram
She appeared in the room with the winter snow billowing around her skirt. Most did not pay attention to her beauty, but rather her color. Burnt Sienna never looked so beautiful on a woman. With black hair of wool and her head held high, she waltzed on with an effortless saunter. The clicking of her heels added rhythm to the soft classical music that played onward without pause. Her eyes scanned the room with determination in search of someone when her eyes met mine she smiled. So beautiful it was like the stars themselves, decided to rest behind the soft cushion of her lips.
Even at forty Mila’s mother still outshone her. Five foot seven, willowy and a face cut right from the pages of a men’s magazine. Any copy of GQ would show them what she looked like in lingerie. Mila on the other hand had stopped growing at five foot three inches, had the sort of face people forgot even before they’d stopped looking at it and had gained thirty pounds since her fifteenth birthday, mostly around the hips.
Celine wasn’t beautiful in the classical way, no flowing golden curls or ivory skin; no piercing eyes of green. She was shorter than average and certainly larger than a catwalk model, but in her ordinariness she was stunning. Something radiated from within that rendered her irresistible to both genders. Men desired her and women courted her friendship.
Archer lay upon a soft feather mattress, cocooning himself in the silk sheets. At the bottom of the bed stood a woman. He gazed upon her perfect, naked form, her skin glistening with a sensual sweat. His eye’s were drawn to the golden river that gently caressed its way down her neck, reaching to just below her shoulder blades. If the gods are real, he told himself, then this woman is their masterpiece.
She had a kind of understated beauty, perhaps it was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness. Her black skin was completely flawless. I doubt she used face masks or expensive products, that really wasn’t her m.o. She was all about simplicity, making things easy, helping those around her to relax and be happy with what they have. Perhaps that is why her skin glowed so, it was her inner beauty that lit her eyes and softened her features. When she smiled and laughed you couldn’t help but smile along too, even if it was just on the inside. To be in her company was to feel that you too were someone, that you had been warmed in summer rays regardless of the season.
Gina was a beautiful woman, but only on the outside. She was highly practiced at seduction. With her latin looks and high cheek bones it was all too simple. Nothing so pretty could possibly harm you, right? Mostly she just let them feel in charge, guiding the conversation with unnoticed prompts. It was only seconds before her new target was jumping through hoops to please her. Her face and some cleavage could get her anything and anyone. No-one knew how she’d take a rejection because it had never happened.
When finally she arrives her gait is halting like there’s something wrong, she’s almost walking right but there’s something out of sync. Perhaps one leg is stopping a little short or maybe going long, it’s so hard to tell. But when she turns and smiles all thoughts of inquiry flee, she isn’t conventionally beautiful, but to me she’s simply haunting.
Tyler wasn’t about to wait another minute, this chick was late and he wasn’t having it. Her picture wasn’t that great anyway, likely there were better looking women in the club tonight – like the one coming down the sidewalk at that moment. Her hair was straight black, eyes dark, figure a perfect hour glass. Out of habit his eyes fell to her hand to look for rings. When she stopped right in front of him he prepared to give her directions, she didn’t really look like she belonged here anyway, she was like a magazine cut-out dropped onto the Brooklyn sidewalk. “Hey, Tyler?”
His usual swagger fled faster than a gambler from a bookie. He swallowed. “Um, yeah. That’s he. I mean me. I’m Tyler.” She smiled, eyebrows raised and extended a manicured hand.
“Olivia. Shall we get out of here?” Tyler took his hands out of his pockets, suddenly unsure of where to put them. Shyness wasn’t usually his gig, what the hell was going on here?
“Um, yeah. Where d’ya wanna go? I know some good places…”
The woman that walked in could have graced any billboard or magazine cover, but she was better than those two dimensional photoshopped models. Somehow her imperfections made her perfect. There was a shyness to her, hesitation in her body movements and a softness in her voice. Her cream suit had a tailored look that was bold against her dark skin, but I could already see her in jeans and a t-shirt, feet up on the couch and painting her nails. She was right there, only feet away, but in her understated glamour she might as well be on the television or a girl in a pop video. So I gathered up my things to go, I’d never see her again, but that was alright. She didn’t need a plain guy like me. In that moment my eyes were down on the table that’s when the chaos began…
…She was the kind of girl that women loved to hate. She was an adult I suppose, but so young that she still had the exuberance of youth. She had that movie star look, not overly tall and willowy, but more like an action star. Her muscle definition was perfect and she walked with the confidence of someone a decade older. She wasn’t just flawless in her bone structure, her skin was like silk over glass and she radiated an intelligent beauty.
But by now, all have learned that looks are deceiving especially with Lorelai whose skin resembled marble dusted with light specs of gold, eyes the shade of a winter sky fading into spring greens and obsidian hair like leaves in the autumn breeze. The way her long lashes framed her eyes when she captured a target turning them into stone and the way her full lips would curl into a mischievous grin every time she did so. It was inevitable and certain that once you looked at her, you couldn’t look away. She kept you still and held your beating heart with one gaze, feeding off of you. She was a succubus, beautiful and dangerous.
His mark stepped out from the black limousine, her curly brown hair falling in soft layers around bare shoulders. She had the right physique and the right hair, but he’d have to wait for her to turn to get a positive I.D. on the face. He made the siren noise, everyone turned toward it, including her. Who doesn’t want to see the ambulance or the police chase? The photograph hadn’t done her justice at all. In his magnified scopes her eyes shone and there was a genuine look of concern on her symmetrical features rather than the glee of a gawker. He wanted to reach out and touch her lips, full and glossy red even in the fading light of the evening. Her bare arms were honed from hours in the gym and about her neck sat the diamond necklace from his employers vault. She was the thief or someone close to them, either way his brief was to eliminate her. She fell without even a cry, never aware of her own end. One minute she was expecting a glittering gala and the next she was gone, dispatched.
Her tall frame and slender body were like of a Victoria secret model. Her blue eyes, like the sea, were calm and emotionless. Long, wavy blonde hair, so smooth and silky, almost as if it was tailored from gold fabric. She sat down on the bench as she looked out at the sea, her thoughts on how much her life resembled it: no burden, no emotion, no order. Everything, even the simplest things of what to eat were already decided for her. She wanted and needed a change; she turned to face him, the only man who truly loved her. She felt tears on her wind-cooled skin and smiled for once in her life as she walked to him.
The woman looked up from her morning cup of coffee. She had a warm chestnut colour hair and pastel white skin which made her beautiful pink lips stand out. Her cheeks were rouged and she was dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a grey band shirt,.
Blue eyes, gold hair. A confident, sexy strut that tells the world, “I’m beautiful.”
Soft hands, crows feet. And she never misses a single step.
Alluringly, she would blink her eyes from time to time, allowing her eyelashes to flutter like the wings of a butterfly. My god, her eyes were simply spellbinding. Her left eye was a rapturous shade of cerulean blue, much more appealing then my own, and hazel-auburn rondured sphere orbited in her right eye. Each one held a coruscate gleam that enhanced their beauty. Her seraph’s ears were pierced by golden hoops that were concealed by caramel colored blonde waves, enhanced by highlights of pink and blue.
Kayla’s ability was to let her see into the soul’s of those around her, and over the past months she’d been seeing people for who they truly were.
Marissa, for instance, had been a shock. Her beloved girlfriend, with shining blonde hair and freckles dotted on her naturally blushed cheeks and a body most women would kill to have. Sweet, beautiful Marissa. Well, her soul was a stained, diseased, twisted thing that pulsated and leaked gasses.
That girl she used to go out with back in her first year of collage, the one with the messed up teeth and the acne?
Her soul was a frail, elegant brown shape that shone under a mysterious light and swayed as if dancing to an everlasting song.
And Kayla, well, she was doubting how much faith she should put into her eyes, that were quite obviously deceiving her, to judge these two beautiful women.
Are you a Photographer, Writer, Video Editor, Cinematographer or Model? Well, you don’t wanna miss this special event, we called it ‘PHOTOSHOOT ON THE STREETS OF GUSAU’.
ZMCORPS in conjunction with CRYSTAL PICTURES present you the first of its kind photoshoot in Gusau.
Are you any of the above mentioned? If yes, then you are invited, just send your details (Name & Profession) to 0703284 4625 or 08181936034 e.g. Em Batsari Photographer either by SMS or on WhatsApp.
The event is going to take place as follows:
Date: 6th May, 2017.
Time: 9am prompt.
Venue: One Time, behind NNPC filling station, Zamfara Radio road, Gusau.
Boy: do you have a boyfriend?
Girl: No. I don’t want a boyfriend.
Boy: Genesis 2:18 “The Lord God said, ‘It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him’.”
Girl: But I don’t love you.
Boy: 1 John 4:8 “Whoever does not love, does not know God, because God is love.”
Girl: So how do I discern that your words are true?
Boy: Matthew 12:34b “For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of.”
Girl: But how can I be sure that you are faithful and honest?
Boy: Mark 13:31 “Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away.”
Girl: But why me? There are so many girls out there.
Boy: Proverbs 31:29 “Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all!”
Girl: But what do you see in me, that makes you love me?
Boy: Song of Songs 4:7 ” You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you.”
Girl: But really, I’m not that beautiful … you’re exaggerating.
Boy: Proverbs 31:30 “Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.”
Girl: What will happen if I say yes?
Boy: Genesis 2:24 “That is why a man leaves his father and mother and is united to his wife, and they become one flesh.”
Girl: How is it that you know so many Scriptures?
Boy: Joshua 1:8 “Keep this Book of the Law always on your lips; meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do everything written in it. Then you will be prosperous and successful. ”
Girl: Wooow, I can see you really love God.
Boy: Psalm 34:8 “Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in Him!”
Girl: Hmmm. Ok please just give me some time to think about this.
Boy: Philippians 4:8 “Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”
Girl: owwww I love you already
Boy: Revelations 22:21b “Amen.”
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