Premium brokness

To me, being broke means not being able to afford basic needs. That’s what broke really is. But I’ve experienced what I would call premium brokness. Let me share my experience with you, and then you’ll understand why I say its "Premium".

NYSC humbled me. I had never really been broke all my life because whenever I ran out of money, my parents ,siblings were always there to support me and when i was working i had savings. But my experience during NYSC was different, it was tough.

I was posted to a very far and strange land for my NYSC. I wasn’t comfortable with the food served in camp, so I spent almost all my money eating at the mami market. When we got posted to our PPAs, I couldn’t get an apartment because most of the houses were expensive. The little money I was able to gather went entirely into paying rent, leaving me with absolutely nothing. No money for food, no money for transportation to my PPA.

It was such a terrible experience. I had to trek long distances to my PPA, and on some lucky days, kind strangers who understood the struggle of corps members gave me a lift.

I was so broke that I couldn’t even afford to buy a bag of sachet water during those weeks before the first allowance after camp.

What saved me then was that, we were entitled to beverages and a bag of sachet water every month kept in the office with the secretary in my PPA. During that period, I would take some water home from the office. But on days I forgot, I was completely on my own. Everyone in my apartment were also broke, it was like a general thing. We were all just managing, waiting for our allowances to come through.

I must say, that period was a very tough experience. Some days, I even went to bed hungry. Kaii! I can never forget that experience.

I was broke then because I had spent most of my money on rent, kitchen utensils, and other things I needed to make myself comfortable in my new apartment.

I didn’t want to bother my parents and siblings because I felt they had already sent me money, which I used to pay my rent. I thought it wasn’t necessary to share my struggles with them since I would be paid at the end of the month.

By the end of the month, when my allowance came, I quickly bought foodstuffs and enough satchet water to sustain me. I kept some money for transportation and saved the remaining . The pay wasn’t enough, but I managed it. The rest of the month wasn’t as tough as that first one after I resumed my PPA.

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