Tomorrow
My service year was such fun.
Tomorrow came with the night; it came as we slept, as we dreamed of a thousand yesterdays, as some of us snored and hoped for the rising of the sun.
Tomorrow woke with the first light; it greeted the dawn, waved as the sun took to the sky, and yawned as our tired eyes fluttered open.
We've all lived over a thousand tomorrows, yet we always hope for more, and we always pray for its return.
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I prayed for a tomorrow where I'd wear the white and green; that was many yesterdays ago. I've lived through my tomorrows in a stiff green khaki; I've lived through the chants of "under the rain and in the sun"; I've experienced new people, shared highs, lows, and sideways (Nigeria can be very funny); I've done a lot in a uniform I prayed for, got annoyed in, and rekindled my love-hate relationship with the needle and thread for.
It's been a journey of dreams, wants, needs, failings, and success. I stepped into an unknown at its beginning many yesterdays ago, and as this phase of my life ends on the morrow, I can tell you for a certainty that I've enjoyed it all.
My service year was such fun. Today is a bright day; I pray my next tomorrows arrive with worthy adventures and friends.
The day will surely end... and a tomorrow definitely awaits 🧃
