It is still very fresh in my memory as if it happened yesterday.
We were fully kitted. We filed-out of the Okada Camp onto the road. Like ants filling out of decaying stem. Unaware of the distance that lay ahead, we sang and danced. All were in high spirit. Osuofia told us funny stories and also gave us ‘’Morale’’. We were Corpers
on ‘’Endurance Trek’’.
Among us were the Man ‘O’ War boys. Whose strength and resilience were things of marvel. Some of them used the opportunity fraternize with fellow youths. Others used the opportunity to yell at and bully ...