Seeing God’s hand in my service year made things easy for me to accept. God showed me that He is the One orchestrating what I initially saw as a scattered set of maze. NCCF became a field for me to nurture my graphics skills and also make lasting impacts in the soul of men around me.
In a short while, I became very popular in the house as I served as a form of liaison officer for everyone in the house, but the officer is called landlord. The responsibilities were much; serving people from 05:30 till you lock your door around 22:00. Been the landlord was fun as I had people around me almost always which made all forms of requests come my way except marriage proposal though.
My ‘frogy’ voice was always heard in the morning leading the family song. I really didn’t like the idea of leading the song every morning, but I had to. Many laughed at my voice, but I was not moved as I know I am not graced to be good singer. Some house members had several views of my personality and hearing some of them was brutal for my soul. It is never right to judge a book by it cover.
The weekly routine food was very attractive at first but, as the year went on, it became just a necessity. The family house served as a good place to be because it helped me to stay at alert and the spiritual exercises that came my way helped further to train my senses to understand both good and evil.
Meeting people from other parts of the country was an experience I will always thank NYSC for. Publicity Unit, which I was the head, had just two members and they are Igbo. Their company in my small office still jumps around in my head like the Legendary Maradona’s moves. We worked together to produce a magazine and some other publications. We called ourselves ‘the PenSmiths’.
I was always behind the camera so I didn’t appear in most of the pictures of the house which was sort of a joy for me because am not sure I am photogenic, but I had to take some shots for reasons like this account.
My experiences in the kitchen were not just epic, but fantastically epic!
In a short while, I became very popular in the house as I served as a form of liaison officer for everyone in the house, but the officer is called landlord. The responsibilities were much; serving people from 05:30 till you lock your door around 22:00. Been the landlord was fun as I had people around me almost always which made all forms of requests come my way except marriage proposal though.
My ‘frogy’ voice was always heard in the morning leading the family song. I really didn’t like the idea of leading the song every morning, but I had to. Many laughed at my voice, but I was not moved as I know I am not graced to be good singer. Some house members had several views of my personality and hearing some of them was brutal for my soul. It is never right to judge a book by it cover.
The weekly routine food was very attractive at first but, as the year went on, it became just a necessity. The family house served as a good place to be because it helped me to stay at alert and the spiritual exercises that came my way helped further to train my senses to understand both good and evil.
Meeting people from other parts of the country was an experience I will always thank NYSC for. Publicity Unit, which I was the head, had just two members and they are Igbo. Their company in my small office still jumps around in my head like the Legendary Maradona’s moves. We worked together to produce a magazine and some other publications. We called ourselves ‘the PenSmiths’.
I was always behind the camera so I didn’t appear in most of the pictures of the house which was sort of a joy for me because am not sure I am photogenic, but I had to take some shots for reasons like this account.
My experiences in the kitchen were not just epic, but fantastically epic!
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