With each day that passes, I get reminded how nothing works in this country. And one would think that by now, considering the fact that I've almost been thirty years here, I would be used to it by now, but isn't the case because this country keeps finding new ways to surprise you with each step of your life.
For the past two days, I've spent my day waking up by 5am and going back home in the evening. Why? Well I've been trying to register for my country's Youth service Corp also known as NYSC.
The NYSC programme is one every university graduate must pass through if you're to be considered a full graduate. It is a voluntary programme that has a duration of one year, with the first three weeks of that one year being spent in a military camp. By military camp, I mean a camp that is being protected and controlled by the military.
Well, one would think that seeing how you're about to dedicate a year of your life to this programme, the registration process would be a walk in the park. Well that isn't the case. The past two days has been hell for me, one I never want to experience ever again, but knowing the country I'm in, that is merely wishful thinking.
I probably would have been making this blog from a place of joy if I was done registering for the programme, but I kid you not, even as I type this all out, I'm still standing at the centre where the registration is being done, waiting for it to get to my turn.
And no, the reason for the delay isn't because the staffs are slow, but because the website to register is shit. Due to the fact that millions of students nationwide are trying to also register for this damn thing at the same time (the registration has a tight window before it closes), the traffic on the website has been too much, making it not work at all.
One would think that a programme as important as this would have the best websites and whatever to always ensure it moves smoothly, but that clearly isn't the case here. As usual, whoever was left in charge of creating the website must have embezzled the money and paid pennies for this piece of crap to be made, and now we're the ones suffering from it.
It is frustrating, tiring and I really just want to go home. Unfortunately I can't do that until I'm done here.
Send help.