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MY PVC STORY – the sequel.

I’m not about to give excuses for this late update. Most of you may have even lost interest in my PVC story already (sigh) but my life outside WordPress has been filled with so many activities that I kind of forgot to write. Anyways, if you’ve read up to this point, you may as well just read the sequel of my story. Thank you!

With determination, I left for the INEC office in the rain on Thursday morning. I got there after nearly “missing road” and started asking where I could submit my form. I found out from another official that the form I had was counterfeit and he even told me that I photocopied it. I tried explaining that it was what I was given at Rumualogu and he told me to go back there. I was already close to tears as I started considering the amount of money I had spent on transportation just these few days. Another person came to ask what the problem was and I explained to him and he told me that he could help me but I had to sort myself out. I told him to explain and he said that he just helped one girl get in for just 4k. Emphasis on the ‘just’. I laughed inwardly because I had just my transport fare and this one was calling four thousand naira. I decided to ignore him and ask other officials but I was mostly ignored. Out of frustration, I left Eliozu and decided to go back to Rumualogu to see if it would yield positive results.

I got to the venue and everywhere was locked. I didn’t even bother stressing myself. I mean, this is Nigeria. I just entered the next vehicle I saw and went back home. On the way home, I concluded that this struggle is not for me. I started thinking about all the people that advised me to stay at home in peace. I should have listened but at least, I have the experience now. I would get my PVC eventually but I’m biding for time, maybe till when I’m ready to go through stress again because most people are lucky and some are not.

Do you know that most the people who have their PVCs now aren’t even going to vote because it is common knowledge that your PVC can be used as a means of identification? Some of them just acquired it for that sole purpose. It’s disheartening. If you have yours now, don’t use it to decorate your wallets. When the time to vote comes, do the right thing while praying against corruption of course. This country is counting on each of us.

I’d have voted because I’m a good citizen and there’s no atom of political apathy in me but I’ll just stick to praying for our beloved country till I eventually get my PVC maybe this year (who knows) or in four years time.

Until next time loves,

Ruona ❤️



My name is Oseruona Asak, but I'll let you call me ‘Ruona. I haven't found the perfect words to describe me yet but I’m very passionate about those things that are close to my heart, including sharing my thoughts with you.

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