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I can still remember my first night at the NYSC Camp...hmm. I arrived late and like other late comers, I had to sleep outside without a mattress, on the chilly fine sand of Adamawa with my bag for a pillow. That night was a nightmare.  I was depressed, disillusioned, heartbroken, alone and lost. Even the glittering stars dancing in the night sky could not obliterate the discomfort I felt from the stones piercing my skin, the soundtrack of the mosquitoes and the cold that seeped into my bones all night. I don't even know how I managed to sleep. I just know that I woke up with sand in my mouth and hair. Those were the days. Anyway, this is not a story about my NYSC camp experience, so I will try not to derail again. After exiting camp and landing a POA (Place of Assignment), I met and bonded with youths from different parts of the country. I was more at home with some Muslim young men and women from the Northern part of our country.  Their optimism and gregarious nature endeared