BY ISRAEL USULOR It was June 12 and all the states in the South West of Nigeria observe that date as a public…
BY ISRAEL USULOR “How far na? Una don see where to sleep this night?” A corper who was about rounding up his service…
BY ISRAEL USULOR Indeed, the Ekiti NYSC camp was the melting pot of everything sexy, everything girlish, everything feminine, and everything yummy. There…
BY ISRAEL USULOR “Where are you from?” I asked, taking her hand and playing with it, throwing it up and down like a…
BY ISRAEL USULOR “If you are not standing you are wrong!” declared Mr Seyi who was the regular MC and anchor at most…
BY ISRAEL USULOR “Oboy shift na!” shouted Oyelowo. I knew his name because he had it boldly embossed on his cap. We were…
BY ISRAEL USULOR Early in the morning of the second day of camp, we congregated in a small hall which could barely contain…