My NYSC experience Part 2

'Who is that??' I thought to myself as I looked across to the far end of the field. She was fair-skinned smoking hot ,had a face that said 'Segun,come and get to know more about me'. Her black and brown dreads made sure she was conspicuous enough to get spotted by searching gazes from a whole lot of guys asides me so there and then I knew I had work to do to win this damsel's heart at least for the three week period in camp.
It was that time of the year again and NYSC camps all over the country would be buzzing with activity. Batch B 2015 corps members had resumed camp. The excitement in the air was palpable as youth corpers in my camp(Yipata kwara state)scampered to settle down. Registration was over now and we were being assigned to dormitories. The average dormitory at Yipata is a densely populated,quite chaotic area jam packed with bunk beds.bags,baggages and personal belongings could also be seen scattered all over the place in a hostel that looked more like an indoor refugee camp. Proper ventilation was a mirage and most hostels had no fans to ensure we felt the full heat of being the newest corpers in town during the day. Nights were cold as ice though but the mosquitoes kept us uncomfortable in heats stead.
I considered myself extremely lucky to have been lodged in the dining hall extension,a small space arguably the least populated,coolest male hostel in camp. There was also the fact that the kitchen,where we would pick up meals was just a stone throw away and I would not have to 'travel' all the way across camp for the near-tasteless and grossly unhygienic meals we were offered. 
Everything was a challenge at Yipata,we were woken up very harshly by the soldiers and from the moment you open your eyes the hustle is on. It was a struggle to use the restroom(semblance of a restroom)each morning,get water to bathe and get to the parade ground early enough to avoid punishment.
Amidst all the travails in camp I would say in my opinion that most people hoped to make new friends,acquaintances and maybe even meet that special someone. I never harboured such hopes actually,all I wanted to do was get involved in as much camp activity as I could. That was the plan,till I met Lynda.Like they say 'life is what happens while you're busy making other  plans'.
As a medical doctor in camp,I expected to be quite well known(and I was) though it didn't help me cross paths with Lynda shortly after I spotted her on the field like I hoped. One way or another a platform for engagement evaded me until one faithful tuesday afternoon.
There she was,standing all alone under a tree close to our lecture hall. I was discussing with some of my new found friends when I spotted her from quite a long way out. At once,possibly owing to a sharp burst of adrenaline and that 'now or never feeling' you get deep down in your gut ,I abandoned the conversation with my friends without uttering a word of excuse and headed straight for gold. I started off quite fast initially,partly owing to fears someone else might get to the finish line before me,then three-quarters of the way towards her great trembling set in.Was I in my right senses? What would I say to her? This had never been my style. It was too late to entertain doubts now however I knew I just had to man-up and flow,there she was with those big brown eyes,pretty face and curious look as I edged in to within five feet of her,I was in her personal space now.'Hi there'...'Hi' she responded with a fraction of a smile which greatly helped ease out loads of tension and let me hit the ground running.
The truth is that when I think back to that day I cannot remember what I said or did but whatever it was it worked like a charm and right before my very eyes our camp 'love' story unfolded. We grew closer by the second at an unbelievably alarming rate,it was mind boggling. In a week rumours had spread like wildfire;one of the cutest girls in camp was now dating a medical doctor. The news drew even more attention to her and not before long other corpers and even camp officials were waiting in line to sweep her off her feet and away from me. This unsettled us for a short while but all the background noise was no match for our new found 'love'.
As customary when having a nice time,the days rolled by at lightning speed and in the twinkling of an eye we had only three days left at Yipata. That was when I got the threat. A camp official 'jokingly'
suggested to me that he would personally make sure our places of primary assignment(PPA) were miles on miles apart. I laughed this idea off and even told him to do his worst,little did I know it was no empty threat.
PPA is the workplace one is deployed to within the state of posting.As always all states have rural areas and urban centres.Corps members generally hope to get posted to the latter(ilorin in our case) and final day in camp is the ultimate moment of truth where everyone finds out his/her PPA in a posting letter issued shortly before departure from camp. 
'Ka...kai...kaima,kai-a-ma' local government mine read.I never heard of such a place throughout my three weeks in camp. Baruten local government was the dreaded dark horse that sent shivers down everyone's spines. To my utmost bewilderment kaiama happened to be in baruten zone. The realization gave a sense of impending doom that almost knocked me to the ground as my feet wobbled.
Lynda on the other hand got posted to the extreme end of the state(offa). 'It's all over' I thought as I took my seat aboard the bus to Kaiama. Indeed it was.