Registration, an awful day and beautiful compliments!

I'm beat! That's for sure. Today has been the most exhausting day ever. For weeks, I've been trying to get my PVC to no avail but thanks to my friend, I was directed to the headquarters to get started.

I left my house at about 9am. The whole plan was to get to work after the whole shindig. Oh! I overestimated the capacity of the Nigerian system and underestimated the interest of wounded citizens.

I got there and guess what? There was a queue that could make a bridge to Miami. I was aghast! How the heck do I wait this one? I got back to my friend letting her know what's happening and she asked me to be patient. Apparently, I was in the INEC's (Independent Electoral Commission) headquarters– she said(I think I've mentioned this part upstairs). The catch is that they were fast.

I was there for almost one hour before I finally got a lead number. Yep. They gave us number from the gate to identify those who could go in and those who could not. My number was #293!

I let instinct kick in and Deraa did the talking. Confused? Yep. I have two personalities. That's a story for another day. Deraa managed to get an official to promise her that she'd get her PVC registration done. Before I left his station he looked me in the eye and said, "There's just something about you. You have a fire that seems to draw people in." I laughed it off and thanked him.

Finally, I got the second number– after another one or more hour(s)– that ushered me into the main office to get the main thing started. I was number #203! What's it with the number 3 by the way? 🤨

When we moved to the waiting area, it got hard to find a place to sit. So I had to stand. We all had to stand. I wasn't too bothered though. I had a very good friend on Hive keep me company and it was...nice.

We waited and waited until it was finally my turn and I got in. Thing is, like I said, I have two personalities. And Deraa's the one y'all are familiar with. I was at the back of the queue but for some reason, they all wanted to attend to me first. To the point that people began to stare wondering who I was. I knew it was the Grace and Favour of God because... heck! I've been standing for over two– getting to three– hours!

I finally got registered and would go get my PVC soon. My only happiness is that I managed to get this task out of the way. Like I told my partners Esther and B0s on Discord, "The things I do for my country."

When I left that place, I didn't even think to go back to work. My head was banging and my stomach growled because I hadn't had much to eat. When I got home, I just plopped to the ground. Yep. I didn't make it to the bed. I woke up on the ground, reached for my phone, and wrote about my day. I'll soon get dinner...

Did y'all see the spike in HBD? I was tempted to sell but decided against it. My instincts kicked heavily against it.

Have you gotten your PVC?