Thank God for the opportunity to join the medical team in camp. Just going to the NYSC clinic gave me a real escape from the reality and made me feel like I was doing something significant after all.
NYSC mostly felt like a waste of valuable time for me.
After braving through the first week, I made a real decision to stay and that prompted me to find ways to make things work. First off, I scheduled my toilet trips. Luckily for me, the ladies in my room, scratch that, hall of a room decided that we should contribute and get someone to clean the toilet, three times a week. Thank God I did not need to get that one done 'cause for a second I would have thought of how to make them see that I was not just being dramatic, but that having a good toilet with safe hygienic conditions was a necessity. God listened to my silent prayers and fixed that worry for me. And that was how I scheduled my toilet trips to 3 times a week.
I would hold it down and be ready to let it out only a couple of seconds after the lady that cleaned the toilet stepped out. With a bottle of antiseptic, disposable latex hand gloves and some baby wipes, I could do the deed with minimal worry. Yes, I would wipe the seat clean with the disinfectant until I was sure it was as safe as possible. I would dump some clean water in the bowl itself no matter how clean it looked and pour in at least a quater of a bottle of the antiseptic. This was safer than anything else my head toyed with. Maybe Sagamu was actually the best, 'cause from the stories I heard, having a WC style toilet was actually a luxury. Not sure I would have been able to bear anything less. Yes, it is true that God will not give us more than we can bear. Thank God!