NYSC memoirs: How my NYSC boots provided a new home.

Might as well call me Ms Doolittle¡¡! 

Perhaps I have some hidden powers that attract animals to me. But unlike snow white, I actually don't want to sing and dance with them.

If you're reading this, you've probably read how I was chased by a cow. If you haven't you should read it for some backstory. So it's yet another animal chase, only this time I'm the one chasing out.

A slow morning

It all started on a slow Tuesday morning, I woke up groggy and didn't feel like doing anything. The night before was quite rough and short. I don't go to work on Tuesdays, because I have to attend my CDS (community development service). Well I don't have to attend, I mean you're supposed to as a youth corper (if you're not a Nigerian reading this, NYSC is a one-year compulsory service) but I usually use those days to sleep. I only go when I need to sign my clearance form, which I needed to do on this day. So I started my day slow, doing the necessary chores.

As I realized I was getting late, I started the usual rush to dress up. After putting on my khakis, at precisely 8:50, I went outside to retrieve my boots.

Why are my boots outside? I usually leave them there, because they're heavy and to sun them most times.

I took my boots back into my room and after putting on my socks I shoved my leg into my right boot. Now I say shoved because I noticed some resistance. I kept shoving it in. But my foot wasn't getting in.

Then it occurred to me...

A surprise visitor

Some weeks back I had seen a frog, hopping around where I had kept my NYSC boots outside. I don't like bothering animals, given my history. As long as you don't bother me, I don't bother you. So I left it alone, reasoning it was probably there because the place was cool.

Well, guess who finally found a house_The frog, in yours truly's shoes.

I yanked my foot out immediately and started hitting the boot on the ground. This frog just peeked out its legs and hopped back into the boot. 

I screamed, the thought that I kept shoving my leg into my boot and kept hitting the frog, just made me go numb. I'd like to say I was the hero of the story. But I wasn't, my dad had to help me get the NYSC boot out of the room and out of the house. To take the frog out finally.

What happened to the frog? I didn't ask (I hope it's not dead). I hope it finds a new cosy home better than my boot. As I sit here at my CDS, writing this piece, with my right foot still feeling tingly in my NYSC boot. 

Comment below if you'd like me to share my NYSC camp experience.

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