My Journey to Bayelsa My journey to Bayelsa began on the day I printed my call-up letter, which serves as a pass to enter the main camp. Coincidentally, my travel coincided with a period of fuel scarcity in the country, particularly in Lagos, which led to a surge in transportation costs. However, I was fortunate to encounter favorable circumstances on my way to Bayelsa, my deployment state.
My fears becomes his melody Dancing to beats produced by my heart The gnash of my teeth, his dance step My legs know no reverse nor halt but forward Every steps becomes signet of skull Every scream of help becomes ballad I became gay! Every steps a dance of thriller *Jackson We dine in a cubicle of skull Eye sockets as tea cups Shoulder blade as chop-stick What's your name I asked cordially He unmasked, sobbing and smiling Hello son? Like the voice of the deities Call me your welcome visa More than a dream! An attempt to pray, then he tendered; VISA GRANTED as heading WELCOME VISA as name His portrait as signet ©oladecious