Diary of An Ajebutter Corper: I'm an Ajebutter No More
21:38:00Opeyemi FamakinIt all started one random boring afternoon. All the corpers were broke and we had nothing to do, so we decided to get high on cheap palmwine and guzzle down some pork suya. After a calabash or two of fresh palm wine we decided to illegally take the Konga drums from the secondary school we taught and started playing songs to while away our sorrows.
Apparently one of the corpers amongst us was a kegite back in the days so he supplied us with kegite songs to gyrate and lift our spirits while everyone sang along and danced as if we were possessed by some Hausa diety. So we did this for about an hour and some of the villagers came out to see who was disturbing their peace.
You know how everyone gathers around a person who just started his madness and stares at him, that was how the villagers stared at us and watched us as we sang. Being higher than a plane, I had the courage to pull out two of the female villagers from the crowd who happened to be my students to dance along with us, at first they were shy but I showed them how to dance azonto and skelewu and in no time they started dancing. Then they pulled out their friends from the crowd and their friends did the same and in no time all the teenagers and village youths started dancing with us. Then they started singing Hausa songs and it was kinda like a choir/club mashup, while some sang some danced.
The village being a remote and tiny village had no festivals or gods, the only parties they had were only wedding ceremonies where they played only gospel songs(yes, not all Hausa's are Muslims) so these villagers had no other form of entertainment. This happened like two weeks ago, almost twice a week we now do a small palmwine kegite party in the village just to kill boredom. If the Ope of January 2015 saw the current Ope of January 2016 dancing in boxers and singlet with villagers holding a calabash of palmwine he'd laugh and cry.. He'd laugh at the fact that he's now the type of guy who wears boxers outside, and he'd cry at the fact that he's now reduced to a common palmwine drinking villager who dances with other boxers outdoor wearing villagers.
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This is the loveliest article I've read this year, I love the way you've documented your nysc experience the good,the extremely,bad,the crazy and the sheepish I'll miss your corper articles when you pass out :*
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