Hi people!

Camp is finally over! I had heard of tales of how your first week in camp is so terrible, second week, you begin to adjust and make wonderful friends and then in the final week, you have so much fun and you cry when it is time to part ways. Well, all that happened except the crying part. We were too busy queuing up to get our posting letters and the only tears were probably from those posted to awful places of primary assignment.

I’d like to say goodbye by giving you details of a typical day in Ipaja…


You begin to hear sounds of your roommates’ alarms going off. If you are like me and you are hardly disturbed by noise, you manage to go back to bed.


People are very much awake and at least 18 of your 29 roommates are already taking their buckets and heading for one of the 4 bathrooms on the floor.


The beagle goes off. For those who don’t know what this is, I’ll attempt an explanation. It is a very annoying horn-like sound which is blown by a soldier known as the beagler. It is blown to wake us all up but as my roommates will testify, by Day 6, I was immune to it. My bunkee and I would sleep through it, Live!


5 aggressive and angry female soldiers begin screaming expletives at those still in the hostel. Trust me, I have always known this but my 3 weeks in the Ipaja camp have proved that women are way meaner than their male counterparts. They would scream at us mercilessly. The good thing is that they never lay their hands on you. All they do is threaten to pour water on you for oversleeping. NB: If you want to enjoy your stay on camp, never, I repeat NEVER get rude to any soldier or in fact ANYBODY. Be very polite and courteous no matter how tempted you are. If you must scream, do so but into your pillow and in the solace of your room.


We are all assembled on the parade ground. The camp director begins,

‘Genroomen corps members, good morning’ (NB: both guys and girls are addressed as ‘gentlemen’ and it is always morning in the camp. Even at 7pm, they say good morning.

After a brief run through of what the day has in store, the Platoon on duty has a Christian representative and also a Muslim one to pray. Thereafter, someone from the platoon offers a word of encouragement/charge/wisdom etc. This is known as ‘Meditation’. Basically, it is something to get you thinking.


We begin my favourite part of the morning: Drills!!! This is usually led by a member of the Man o’ War. In our camp, the same mix tape was used everyday for three weeks except the day the camp commandant decided our drills were to consist of frog jumps and the very last day of camp. It starts thus, ‘DJ Kamee Kamee Koma Kalo‘ then proceeds with a song that goes ‘wind for me…’ The morning exercises are very interesting as people sing along as they immitate the moves of whoever is in front leading.


We all stop whatever we are doing. Why? you ask. Well, Nigeria is waking up so we stand at attention as the horn is blown by a soldier. As soon as he is done, exercise continues.


Gyration starts! These are some of the songs chants we had:

I call am call am she no gree

I call am call am she no answer

When I tell am, I’m  a soldier

She say make I buy am something

(Wetin I buy am?)

I buy am apoche

I buy am miniskirt o

I buy am rubber sandals….

Say Iya Bose —-Iya Bose Iya Bose

Say Omolara—Omolara Omolara

Soldier sings:

Ehhhh zero your mind

eeeeeeh zero your mind

Alawee no dey, zero your mind

alawee no dey, zero your mind

Corpers respond:

Eeeeeh yawa go dey

EeEEEEh yawa go dey

If alawee no dey yawa go dey

If alawee no dey yawa go dey

This is the way I wanted to be ooo

This is the way I wanted to be

Eeeeh I want to be a corper

Eeeeh I want to be a corper

Eh Eh Eh I want to be a corper

This is the way I wanted to be

The favourite of people was… ‘Hold somtin’


Bath and breakfast


Lecture on a selected topic


Lunch/Personal administration




The horn is blown signifying the close of the working day in Nigeria


Social activities




Lights out


Camp was a truly wonderful place to be-I can only say this now from the comfort of my bed. I hated the bathroom situation with my entire being and I only did the deed twice in 3 weeks. On the flip side, I made lovely friends, met wonderful people, I even saw Chidi Mokeme *yes I love Chidi, fake accent and all*

Now, real life begins. Work begins. I wish every 2011 Batch A corper the very best this year. God bless you!

Here are some pictures…

TFC stand


people dancing at the LG stand


Where we eat at Mummy and Aunty Indomie's shop at Mammy

Where we eat toast