PYTP DAY 7: A TRIP TO THE TRENCHES?

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“Ilé yá, Ilé-Ogbó la n lọ

Ọmọ Agric ò roko, kó gbàgbé Ilé-Ogbó”

 

Here’s a fact: Ile-Ogbo is the most popular PYTP training/ posting site. Want to know why? Recently, I read something in a course material about characters by Brando Skyhorse. It says that what makes characters or stories interesting is the character’s weaknesses rather than their strengths. So, relating it to our beloved Ile-Ogbo, it is the dreadful characteristics that make students rather curious to know more about it and those who have gone there to tell the story. No one really ever talks about the good stuff but before I go into a debate, lemme give y’all the HOT GIST about what really went down yesterday.

I’m really sorry this article couldn’t be written yesterday but as they say: Ara rẹ bọdi. We left school around quarter past eight and got to Ile-Ogbo around some minutes to eleven. There was really no sight to see until we got to Iwo, Osun State. We made a stop at Iwo to buy “chops” because apparently, we were going to the FARM inside a village.

As we got to Ile-Ogbo, we saw the signs already because Ile-Ogbo is a developing village. There are some pretty cool buildings there like church buildings, mosques and The King’s Palace. The University has many hectares of land in Ile-Ogbo- most of it still farmland. There’s also an ICT centre there too (Extension people, don’t let your heads swell here because there’s a signboard that gives them credit). 

As we reach the very first stop in Ile-Ogbo, which happened to be a hostel, some people got down to clear the grasses and clean. Okay, people don dey fear as dem see di grasses. Nobody wan come down for bus. People no know say na di patient dog dey chop d fattest bone – (as in yóò lẹhin). We passed through some roads with funny bends to the next stop. We got to another hostel- this one finer and neater than the previous one. Everybody was thinking we had reached the “farm” the supervisors were talking about because there were grasses around that place but apparently, we didn’t know about it yet. Another group of students alighted to go through the same process- cleaning and clearing. 

Okay now. We move, abi? The bus started moving again and the rest of were wandering what was in store. By the time we started passing bushes on U.I land, I knew we were in for it (I don dey smell di trenches). Anyways, we got to the final destination- some buildings in the middle of nowhere- with bush, of course. We all got down, kind of exhausted already from the journey (I should have said this but not everyone really likes travelling so I’m pretty sure it wasn’t so comfortable for everyone). 

Little by little, we were grouped to do different kinds of work- cleaning, cutting grasses and packing corn cobs away as waste. Just so y’all know, we didn’t see any snakes but we did see some medium-weight looking rats and NO, we didn’t eat them. 

We finished work pretty early but we didn’t leave right away because we had to wait for the bus to come pick us. By the time the bus came back, we had to wait for the PYTP coordinator to come with chairs that were to be placed in the buildings. When the truck with the chairs arrived, we were all in the bus as we were exhausted. Someone has to carry the chairs from the truck to the building, ba? Nobody wanted to come down as per “I can’t kill myself” vibes. As God will have it, the guys were called upon to do the work. So, let me pause the story to give a shout-out to the guys in Groups one and two. I was pretty much impressed yesterday. Hardworking people, y’all. Ma ladies are not left out. Big thumbs up to the ladies yesterday for the work and the small time we had in the bus to laugh about “mosquito wahala”. 

To cut the long story short, we left the place and picked our comrades at the first hostel, but not after the guys quickly cleared a portion of grass outside the compound. 

The journey back home wasn’t really interesting because everyone was very tired and most people were sleeping. We got back to school around few minutes past five with sore fingers, aching joints and drawn faces. 

Looking at this trip from another angle, people who had never left Oyo State had the chance to cross a border to another state. One thing I also learnt on this trip was that monkeys were present at the farmland in Ile-Ogbo but I couldn’t confirm that because I didn’t see any.

I’ll have to stop here because I’ve run out of memories to project. 

In summary, how was the Ile-Ogbo experience?

It was a real eye-opener, y’all. Trenches be real and not smiling. 

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