Tuesday, 25 November 2014

Camp Diary: Day 9


I'm getting frustrated. I really don't like the attention I'm getting at camp and I feel like crying. Why won't these people let me not march? Is it by force to march or is it now a curse to be "tall and fine"? Apparently I can't let my God given gift go to waste so since I'm not doing miss NYSC I should be part of those marching. Ugh I feel like walking out of camp and damning the consequences...

Today, a group of female guards called me and were questioning me. After asking my state and responding, one retorted "oh the terrorism state", I was irritated. And not because of what she said but the tone with which she said it. Excuse me, is that what we are known for now? Or is that our only identity? Msheeeewn 

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