I'T'S TIME I STOPPED TELLING HIM WHAT TO DO

There are times in a person's life where you believe you are old enough to make decisions. At that point, many people do not like it when others try to influence their decisions. They believe they know it all, while some have that problem of inferiority complex. They become unhappy when you "order them around".

But you are just concerned not meaning to "order them around" per say. I happen to be someone who does not want any thing to fail, especially if I am in a team. In anything I do, fear of failing is the last thing I think about, so I begin early to work towards achieving success. Sometimes, it doesn't work out well in the end but I am satisfied that I had put in my best without fear.

It happened during NYSC. All corpers had been allocated to different platoons and on a particular night, a competition has been arranged. There would be a drama contest, fashion parade, dance, cooking contest and Mr Macho contest.

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I wasn't the platoon leader but when it came to the issue of the competition we were to have, I brought out myself to work and make my platoon win. I was everywhere, directing without being authorized. 😅

First, I singlehandedly chose who would represent us in the fashion parade. Fortunately I went to the same University with the girl and I know she has the charisma, body, looks and steps to cat work 😅on the stage and help us win.

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Thank God she agreed and some of us started grooming her more for the role.

For the drama, I had no much input there but for the dance, we were not doing badly. I was among the dancers and there happened to be a part where I would dance so vigorously, almost breaking my waist just to wow the judges with my ibo dance skills 😅

But there was also a point where despite all my efforts, I was given a cold shoulder and that was the point where I felt "I think I will stop telling him what to do ".

That was corper Frank. As if monitoring the dance and fashion parade was not enough, I also began to pry into who and how the Macho man part was going.

The guy Frank had chosen to represent our team for Macho man does not have any body built for that role. I didn't see any six parks in him, hahaha, neither was he huge enough for my liking. I wonder what was my business.

I went as far as finding out his co-contestants from other platoons and found them very big with six parks and all the muscles needed to win. But the guy representing us was not so different from a female athlete 😅.

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To worsen the situation, he kept blackmailing Corper Frank , our platoon leader that he needed milk. According to him, he is training for the competition and it is draining him. So he needed milk. 😅 I was the one holding the money collected from platoon members for the event. Corper Frank would always ask that I give him money for milk. At a point I got so upset

One hot afternoon when corpers were taking a rest after mountaineering (journeying to climb mountains), I decided not to rest. Instead I went to the male hostel to look for Corper Frank. I wanted to insist that we changed the Macho man, I also wanted him to talk to male Corpers who had been adamant on paying. I guess I was there at a wrong time. As I knocked and mentioned my name, I was asked to come in. I didn't know I was coming to be insulted. As if they planned it, nearly the whole boys guys in the room teased me.

"Don't you sleep?,"
"Are you the only platoon having competition?"
" Can't you allow Corper Frank rest?"
" Why are you so forward?"

Corper Frank wasn't even doing anything to stop them, instead he just squeezed his face and was trying to put on his singlet to take me outside. I just ran out of the room CRYING. Hahaha. I couldn't hold it anymore.

I thought Corper Frank was coming after me but he wasn't. Instead, I was met by another corper who saw me crying. He asked why I was crying. I kept crying. When he persuaded further,🤝I told him how some male Corpers had shouted at me. He couldn't believe a big girl would cry because of that. But I told Him I wasn't used to people shouting at me 😅. From that moment on, he agreed to be my big brother on camp.
.At the point too, I decided to dislink myself from all activities regarding the competition.

I said to myself "I think at this point, I need to stop telling him what to do"

I didn't dance again nor joined in the cooking. I only gave my friend the moral support for fashion parade cos she went extra mile just to try and win. ..

Finally, my platoon managed to make the third position. The lady did very well with her different attires and cat work😅 but couldn't answer the questions posed. In the end, we took third position but in every other aspects- food, dance and Mr Macho presentation, we came out last. Hahahaha

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