I have successfully redeployed from God's plan.

Sorry, I meant Abia State.

You can read the 2nd part here

On my way to the pavilion that morning, I opened my platoon’s WhatsApp group chat and saw a relocation list. If your name was on that list, then it meant that your relocation worked.
My heart was beating fast as I scrolled. My hands were even shaking a bit.

Then boom! My name was there.

I stared at it again. And again. Just to be sure it wasn’t my eyes playing tricks on me. My name was there. I had been relocated.

Then I screamed so loud that people turned. I didn’t even realize how loud I was until someone asked, “Your relocation worked, abi?”
I was smiling so hard too. I could finally say goodbye to Abia State and hello to God’s plan for my life, which is Lagos. Because there’s no way on earth God wants me to spend a year in Abia.

I was already mentally composing my redeployment testimony for church:

“Praise the Lord, brethren; I just want to thank God because He knows the desires of my heart…”

Because honestly, I had already promised myself that if that relocation didn’t work, I’d pack my bags and go back home. "Clarion call” or not, nobody sent me to come and suffer in the name of national service. I would gladly disobey the clarion call and not look back.

Lagos Welcomed Me... With a Slap

So yes, your girl made it back to Lagos. But Lagos greeted me with a slap.

Not literally o (before you start calling for justice).

If you read the first part of this story, you’d remember I already planned my entire NYSC around Lagos, including securing a good PPA. I was already in talks with the companies I had in mind, and the plan was simple: camp in Lagos, get posted to one of the companies that requested me, resume after camp, and live happily ever after.

That was the plan.

But as life would have it, I camped in Abia instead. So those companies couldn’t officially request me anymore, and my perfect Lagos plan started shaking like those red buses on the Eko Bridge.

I wasn’t prepared for having to look for a new PPA after camp. I mean, I thought I had handled that part already. I tried reaching out to the companies I had spoken to before camp again, but by the time I came back, they were already out of space.

That thing hurts oh. The same companies I had hoped for. The same ones I used to tell Kosemani about that I couldn’t wait to resume.

Hustle Mode: Activated

I started panicking small small.

I began the hunt for a PPA like a job seeker on a tight deadline. I was sending cold emails, reaching out to friends, and sliding into random LinkedIn DMs.

At some point, I started questioning everything.

“Did I make a mistake relocating?”
"Maybe I should have just stayed in Abia.”
"Is this how people end up in random PPAs like local government offices or teaching primary four English?

But I snapped out of it quickly.

I didn’t come this far to end up anywhere. No disrespect to local government PPAs o, but it’s not my destiny. I knew what I wanted, and I was ready to chase it even if it meant sending the same CV and cover letter a hundred times.

I remember going for an interview one time, and after the interview, I was so sure I wasn’t going to get the job. I kept telling my friends to take their minds away from it because I thought I didn’t do well.

Anyway, I got an email a week later, so placement secured! I resumed about a month after camp.

Another life update

Oh, and by the way, I also moved into my own space after camp 🥳. Adulting is slowly adulting.
(Just a little excitement plug; we’ll talk about that later.)

It’s been a ride. Nothing went as planned, but somehow, everything is working out.

This whole thing taught me that even when plans fall apart, I can figure it out. That joy and chaos can coexist. That God really be working overtime for His faves (me, obviously).

And honestly? That’s more than I could have asked for.

We’re just getting started.

Thank you for reading!