I recently found myself reflecting on my National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) service year. I had an amazing time, the Camp, the opportunity to lead my platoon, and living in a new part of the country was an unforgettable experience. Most importantly, meeting amazing and inspiring people. I recognise that a combination of fate—and perhaps an innate ability to focus on the positives of any situation—made my service year spectacular. Regardless, I recognise that NYSC is a pain

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