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Re: A Thread For Nigerian Army Applicants by Sam0(m): 12:25pm On Jun 28, 2014 |
Pls is the list for SSC or DSSC? |
Re: A Thread For Nigerian Army Applicants by Sam0(m): 12:25pm On Jun 28, 2014 |
Pls is the list for SSC or DSSC applicant? |
Re: A Thread For Nigerian Army Applicants by Sam0(m): 1:01pm On Jun 28, 2014 |
I think it should be for regular recruit intake RRI |
Re: A Thread For Nigerian Army Applicants by ayore: 3:40pm On Jun 28, 2014 |
Nice one nairaland for the info, wishing all our comrade that applied for the exam a resounding success. |
Re: A Thread For Nigerian Army Applicants by Ajalagideon: 7:40pm On Jun 28, 2014 |
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Re: A Thread For Nigerian Army Applicants by Ajalagideon: 1:48am On Jun 29, 2014 |
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Re: A Thread For Nigerian Army Applicants by ekiyor3: 2:28pm On Jun 29, 2014 |
Good day guys. Happy sunday to u all. Someone should please help me check my name on the Lagos centre please. OKIYEFA EKIYOR is the name. Thanks in advance. |
Re: A Thread For Nigerian Army Applicants by B3sty(m): 2:45pm On Jun 29, 2014 |
ekiyor3: Good day guys. Happy sunday to u all. Someone should please help me check my name on the Lagos centre please. OKIYEFA EKIYOR is the name. Thanks in advance.Confirmed ! 71RRI/BY/653/0299687, Bayelsa Your name is on the List. 1 Like |
Re: A Thread For Nigerian Army Applicants by B3sty(m): 2:48pm On Jun 29, 2014 |
ekiyor3: Good day guys. Happy sunday to u all. Someone should please help me check my name on the Lagos centre please. OKIYEFA EKIYOR is the name. Thanks in advance.Click on the link Below: go to page 7, that's where u'll find your name. http://www.narecruitment.org/CDSSIkejaCantLagos.aspx Good luck in your Exams |
Re: A Thread For Nigerian Army Applicants by ekiyor3: 4:01pm On Jun 29, 2014 |
B3sty:. Thank u brother. God bless u. |
Re: A Thread For Nigerian Army Applicants by B3sty(m): 6:31am On Jun 30, 2014 |
ekiyor3: . Thank u brother. God bless u.u're welcome! |
Re: A Thread For Nigerian Army Applicants by activebird: 1:29pm On Jul 03, 2014 |
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Re: A Thread For Nigerian Army Applicants by Ejimike: 8:46pm On Jul 04, 2014 |
Nigerian Army: Reality As Seen From A Soldier's Perspective; First, let me state here clearly that I was motivated to write this article after reading "Why I served and Why I left the Nigerian Army" written by Chizoba C. Chukwurah on 31st July 2008. Reading the article was like reading the story of my life as a youth. Fired by thoughts of glory, I joined the army to serve Nigeria and make a career in soldiering. I was disappointed and frustrated like thousands of others before me as I am sure thousands of intelligent young Nigerians are today with the institution called Nigerian army. My frustration was responsible for my decision to leave the army and make a clean beginning as a 'bloody civilian'. I have never one day regretted this momentous decision. Making public my thoughts on the Nigerian army took some courage because it was an experience I had always wanted to forget about and get on with my life. Reading the thoughts of Retired Generals on the Army can be very misleading as the thoughts and opinions they expressed are self-serving and very far from the reality on the ground. I also laugh anytime I hear Generals crow about the 'combat- readiness' of the Nigerian army or the armed forces in general. Maybe the Generals are parroting what they have been told by their subordinates but truth be told, Generals also passed through the system and are aware that they are being fed lies but because of the need for self-preservation and 'espirit de corps', they prefer not to rock the boat because any investigation of the rot in the armed forces will tarnish the careers and names of all the officers (both retired and serving) in the armed forces above the rank of Lieutenant. This article will be in three parts. The first part deals with a brief description of life before joining the army as a recruit, the journey to Depot Nigerian army in Zaria and life as a typical recruit. The second part deals with life as a soldier while the third part provide an insight into the peacekeeping missions from the perspective of soldiers who bore the brunt of these missions and not from the perspective of senior officers who sat in their offices, lived in mansions and generally enjoyed themselves and became richer by short-changing soldiers at every turn. This part is where I will explain the beginning of the end of my military career and my final disengagement. I will draw examples and comparisons from the Final year research effort I submitted to the Department of Economics, University of Maiduguri, Borno State in 1997 as part of the partial fulfillment of the conditions for the award of a B.Sc. degree in Economics. Most of the issues dealt with and parameters used in that research effort have not changed significantly or have worsened. |
Re: A Thread For Nigerian Army Applicants by Ejimike: 8:48pm On Jul 04, 2014 |
Life in Abeokuta I was born in Abeokuta to an average family, meaning we are neither poor, middle class nor rich. We could get by but could not afford the luxuries enjoyed by our more fortunate neighbours. Education was compulsory and this was also helped by the fact that I grew up during the free education era in the South West. Prior to my enlistment in the army, my knowledge about soldiers and the army generally was scanty at best. I remembered admiring their neatly starched and ironed uniforms, shining boots and regal carriage during the parades I attended at the stadium as a student. I also loved the military commands that rang out which I never could comprehend until I joined the army and the response of the soldiers as one, lifting their feet in unison and bringing same down together without looking down. I had completed my secondary education and my parents had high hopes that I would proceed to the university to study like our neighbours' children. The 1988 November/December WAEC results came out early in 1989 and I did not disappoint them. My dad was ecstatic, believing that his dream of having a lawyer son was within reach. Since I never wanted to be a Lawyer, I tried unsuccessfully to get this message across to him through my Mum that I wanted to study something else not related in any way to the law. It was while this was going on at home that I learnt through one of my friends that the army recruitment exercise will be taking place in June 1989 at the Lafenwa barracks in Abeokuta. There were no fees to be paid by prospective recruits as the army was desperately looking for young boys and girls (later) to swell its ranks and replace the old soldiers known as 63NAs. I decided to go to Lafenwa barracks with some of my friends and was convinced into obtaining the form by the Recruiting Officer, a Major who told me I could be anything I wanted to be in the Nigeria Army. I was happy, filled and submitted the form and started getting myself ready for the selection process by running in the evenings and conditioning my body physically. The selection process was fair as no cheating was allowed. Those who attempted to cheat by taking short-cuts during the 3 km running were arrested and given twenty four lashes of horse whip on their bare backs on the orders of the Major. One of the beneficiaries of this punishment urinated on himself and we were sufficiently cowed. After this demonstration of zero tolerance for corruption and cheating by the Major, the message was loud and clear that all acts of cheating will be dealt with ruthlessly. This inspired confidence in me and increased my desire to be part of the army. Let me say here that officers like that Major are very rare in the army and that he was an exception to the rule but I will only learn this later. The Major was my first contact with the army and I wrongly assumed that his attitude represented what the army stood for. The selection process also opened my eyes to the desperation of Nigerians to succeed at all costs. The batch recruited before us (27th Intake) was a free for all, corruption was rampant as the saintly Major was not there and the recruitment was conducted by another officer, whose principles or lack of it tainted the whole process. Money allegedly changed hands and other inducements in kind were accepted. Some boys who were not recruited during 27th intake were ready with their good luck charms prepared by expert 'babalawos' in their villages, cash envelopes, bags of garri and rice, sacks of snails and gallons of palm-oil to hoodwink or bribe their way into the 28th intake but were disappointed as the Major collected all the gifts and then called them out publicly to come and confess their evil deeds. The charms they brought did not work because the Major did not seem to be influenced by external forces on any issue. The items including cash were all returned in our presence and the boys were whipped as usual for offering bribes to influence the process. Some of these boys later on managed to be recruited on merit. The recruitment process not only tested our physical fitness but also, our intellectual capacities. We were given a tough written test personally marked by the Recruiting Officer to weed out the dummies among us. At the end of the selection process that took two weeks, hundreds were weeded out, sixty-four were selected and ten alternates, called reserves, put on standby in case any of the first choice candidates could not make it. A date was set for our departure for the Depot Nigerian army in Zaria but the Recruiting Officer could not make the journey with us because of other commitments outside the country but he informed us that any attempts to extort money from us should be reported to him. He bade us farewell and journey mercy. It was not easy convincing my parents to let me join the army since the impression they had then was that the army was for dummies and the never-do- wells in the community. My Uncle persuaded them to let me go as it would widen my horizons. I was however told that if I found any reason at all not to like the army, I should return home without any fears. |
Re: A Thread For Nigerian Army Applicants by Ejimike: 8:49pm On Jul 04, 2014 |
The Journey to Zaria; The journey to Zaria was by railways train, paid for by the Federal government. The journey took two nights and we arrived in Zaria one sunny afternoon in July 1989. It was right at the railway station that my experiences with the lack of organization in the army commenced. There were no vehicles to meet us at the station and we had to make the journey to the Depot, a distance of around 4 kilometers on foot with our heavy bags on our heads. On arrival at the Depot, we were lined up and the screening commenced without giving us the chance to rest after sitting cramped up in the train for two nights. We were also not offered any food. We ran another three kilometers and went through medical screening. We were registered and distributed to Battalions but first, we had to start the process of our disengagement from being 'bloody civilians' to army recruits. My transformation from a 'bloody civilian' to an army recruit was also my first introduction to my station in life at that time as a recruit. My head was shaved clean by a barber who probably had no word like 'gentle' or 'dignity' in his dictionary. Any whimper or grunt was met with a knock on the head. My civilian clothes were confiscated and some of my 'luxury' items (Milo, powdered milk, fried meat, pepper sauce) were stolen right before my eyes. My bag was collected and put in the store under lock and key to prevent me from running away during the training. I was assigned to 9 Platoon, Charlie Company, 2 Training Battalion and reported there after stumbling around and asking others who arrived days before us. The Training consisted of running (5, 15 and 25 kilometers), physical exercises, obstacle crossings, tactics, Field-craft, weaponry and parade. Punishments for coming late during the distance running were as varied as there are tribes in Nigeria. These included whipping by all Instructors, rolling in the mud holes scattered around the Depot, extra duties, assuming 'thinking position', frog-jumping and 'sitting on your head', a special army punishment designed to inflict maximum injury to the brain. There was no time during the training that our Instructors informed us that we were subjected to or should respect civil authority. We were taught not to respect or act like 'bloody civilians', a term that covers everyone not in army uniform. We were taught to 'deal' (brutalize) with them because it was the only way the civilians will give us respect. Being young and impressionable, we all took this to heart and followed it literally in all our dealings with civilians and even police officers, who are not regarded as equals by soldiers. Yoruba boys with few exceptions never did well in the long distance running while most of the Fulani and the Middle Belt boys were very exceptional in that they could run 25 kilometers without any effort. Classroom activities are where the Yoruba and most Igbo boys excelled. I was among the few exceptions and my athletic abilities saved me from the early morning beatings after the battalion races. Laziness and lousiness cuts across all tribes in Nigeria and this was amply demonstrated during the training. There were those who spent a greater part of the training period reporting sick, dodging physical exercises or volunteering to be 'Line guards' while others are training hard. This category of recruits is known as the 'Malingerers'. One of the older boys (aka Baba @ 40) who came with us from Ogun state was a popular member of this obnoxious group. Parade was strenuous but I must confess I really enjoyed it after getting to grips with the mispronounced words that no civilian could ever hope to understand. Nigeria Army was a creation of the British and thus inherited a tradition of giving orders in English. Unfortunately, the Nigerian SNCOs who took over from their British counterparts neither were native English speakers nor educated enough to have mastered the command words in their original forms. Equivalent words were found for the real command words. What matter was the sound of the command which you react to and not the real words. For example, the command 'Odd numbers, one pace forward, even numbers, one pace aback, in open ranks march' is given as 'Old numbers, wain pace fawat, evil numbers, wain pace abat, in opin ranks mat!' Most Villagers must have experienced this during the NYSC year but I am sure you never understood what it was all about, not being soldiers. My first contact with corruption at the Depot was through my Platoon Sergeant who came in one night after we had been paid our training allowances for the first month to demand for his 'share'. He told us that it was his 'right' because he was responsible for our care and we must take care of him. The training allowance was one hundred and sixty- nine Naira in 1989 and the share of the Platoon Sergeant was twenty Naira every month. This means that the Platoon Sergeant made an average of seven hundred Naira every month as extra income from the recruits. You cannot report him without getting into problem and the fear of the beatings ensured we never found the courage to report. |
Re: A Thread For Nigerian Army Applicants by Ejimike: 8:51pm On Jul 04, 2014 |
Guard Duties, Discipline and Random Punishments: At the beginning of the third month of the training, we commenced guard duties. The essence was to reinforce our stations in life, provide some amusement to the officers whose houses we were sent and to start getting us used to what we will be doing most of the time at our various units on completion of our training. Guard duty could be fun if you get a 'good' duty post like the classrooms, stores and the MRS because you can sleep to your hearts' content but pure hell if posted to an Officer's house. Guard duty at the house of an officer could include laundering of clothes, running errands around the compound, pounding yam if the officer is an Ondo or Ekiti indigene, baby-sitting, and winnowing rice, vacuuming carpets or painting of the house. You belong to the officer for the duration of your duty in his house and he is free to use you for any type of job, no matter how demeaning. There are some few exceptions to this general rule. Some officers are really nice and will offer you food and ensure you have water to drink. These nice officers also put their wives under control and never allow them to insult recruits or ask them to do demeaning jobs for them. Recruits provide entertainment for officers and their families, civilian colleagues and girlfriends to make them feel good. Recruits are routinely humiliated and physically abused by officers who beat them, drench them with water even during the biting harmattan of Zaria, asked to 'swat' mosquitoes, sit on their heads or asked to dance to entertain their girlfriends. Embarrassing questions are asked and it is a choice between the devil and the deep blue sea. If you answer the questions correctly, you are beaten for showing 'sabi-sabi' and if you answer wrongly you are still beaten for being stupid. My usual strategy was to keep my mouth shut and refuse to express any opinion either way when asked questions. I managed to spread the word around that my father was a wicked herbalist in Abeokuta among the recruits. Soon enough, this false rumour got to our officers and many of them were scared to beat me for fear of what my Herbalist 'Dad' would do to them. Discipline in the army is a relative word. It means being able to obey all orders without complaining and smiling even when you are called a monkey or referred to as 'Shiyawa', an Hausa word that means 'grass' or literally, someone without value. Unfortunately and this is something for our legal minds to ponder, most soldiers never complain because if you go on trial, your accuser will also be your prosecutor and at the same time be the judge. You could be charged with 'Conduct to prejudice of military discipline' which covers every offence from frowning when asked to dance, refusing to work hard enough in the Commanding Officer's farm to slapping an officers' wife. The idea of never getting justice is hammered into your head and you just accept it like that. Hard drug usage though not encouraged by the army is also not discouraged. At least half of the boys in our platoon smoked marijuana regularly and so do others in the other platoons. The boys obtained their marijuana supplies from the wives of the SNCOs while some brought their supplies from home. The thick smell hangs around in the nights but no one ever raided the hostels to arrest anybody. Right from the first day at the Depot, the army recruit starts learning how to dodge the random punishments that are dished out as a matter of course and accepted as a tradition. You learn to merge with your surroundings when you sight most of the notorious and sadistic officers. You refrain from using the main roads and learn the geography of the numerous footpaths because failure to do so will expose you to random punishments from officers. The wives of most SNCOs are involved in the sale of petty items, food and provide other services. Patronage by recruits depends on the perception of the kindness of their husbands, thereby ensuring that most SNCOs never bullied recruits as it will affect their wives except where it has to be done to impress officers that 'discipline' is being maintained. Apologies are offered later if this happens. |
Re: A Thread For Nigerian Army Applicants by Ejimike: 8:52pm On Jul 04, 2014 |
Feeding and Accommodation Accommodation; was not too bad. Recruits sleep in large rooms that could conveniently take ten double-decker beds. The beds are exactly spaced from each other and straight in line. God bless you if during inspection, your bed is out of line with others. Mattresses, pillows and sheets were provided and these are supposed to be kept clean. Bathrooms with showers and toilets were provided for each platoon. It is the responsibility of each platoon to keep these facilities clean and recruits take turns sweeping and washing the showers and toilets. Food was bad most of the time since most of the ingredients were stolen by the cooks. The Chief Cook and the other workers at the Battalion kitchen looked very well-fed and prosperous, making it easy for us to guess where most of the meat, rice, milk and tea went. Breakfast consisted of finger-sized bread and coloured water called 'tea'. Lunch was half-cooked Tuwo and okra soup with miserable pieces of meat that you have to really search for in the pot. Dinner might be eba with same okra soup or what passed as egusi soup and the same miserable meat or bones. We used to argue about the correct name for this soup all the time. Failure to buy additional food to supplement the meager meals means you risk dying of starvation. We never knew the government provided for generous meals until reports reached our Battalion Commander, Lt. Col T.B. Duniya that we were being poorly fed. He made an unscheduled visit to the hostels during lunch one afternoon and hell was let loose. The Chief Cook and his staff were almost roasted alive by the Battalion Commander who informed the kitchen staff that he would be taking his meals with his recruits from then on. Miraculously, the food improved overnight. Out goes the okra, in comes egusi and vegetables cooked with huge pieces of meat fit for royalty. The tuwo and eba improved both in quality and quantity. Suddenly, the tea started containing more milk than water and it became impossible to see the bottom of the cup or mess tin with the tea inside it. Margarine appeared as if by magic and we were even served rice and beans with nice fish stew. The bread also became bigger because Lt. Col. Duniya exchanged harsh words with the bread supplier and threatened him. It was paradise for almost a month until Lt. Col. Duniya had to travel out of town for another engagement. Two days after this, the kitchen staff reverted to their old ways because being fed properly affected the catering businesses of their wives who were not able to sell extra food to us as we had enough during the 'divine' intervention of the Battalion Commander. Most of the food they sold to us actually came from the battalion kitchens. For example, if a cow is slaughtered, by the time the Chief Cook, Deputy Chief Cook, other Cooks and kitchen helpers stole from it to give their wives and numerous girlfriends, what will remain were the bones and scraps of meat. It was that bad for us as recruits. |
Re: A Thread For Nigerian Army Applicants by Ejimike: 9:00pm On Jul 04, 2014 |
Slavery and Slave Labour I never knew recruits could be captured for forced labour on farms belonging to officers until later. While I was in the bathroom one Saturday morning, some NCOs came into the hostel and rounded up my mates and ordered them into a huge truck. Other recruits were similarly rounded up from other platoons and put in the same truck. They were driven to the farm of then Colonel Musa Bamaiyi, Commandant of the Depot Nigerian army in Zaria to harvest maize in one of the huge farms he had then around Zaria city. The following Saturday, shouts of 'dash down' rented the air to alert the recruits that the forced labour truck was around to 'capture' free labor for Bamaiyi's farm again. I ran quickly to the bathroom, climbed the partition and jumped inside the ceiling where two of my colleagues later on joined me, breathing heavily but relieved to have escaped for that day. Some recruits who ran outside the hostel were captured and herded into the truck to go and work for the whole day without food, water or medical care in case they were injured. Another way of escaping the slave labour was to wake up early and go and sit around the MRS until the slave labour truck departed. The running and dodging from that truck in those days gave me some ideas about what the African tribes went through during the slave raiding days. It was also an unwritten code among the recruits that whoever saw the notorious truck first will alert the others by shouting 'Dash down, dash down'. The cry will then be taken up by all and you could see the scurrying and panic as everyone tries to escape being captured. It was interesting trying to outwit Bamayi's truck every Saturday. Once the truck departed, you could sleep with both eyes closed, launder your uniforms and generally relax and feel like a human being. Sundays are relatively free except if you run into one of the sadistic officers and you were made to serve 'job'. |
Re: A Thread For Nigerian Army Applicants by Ejimike: 9:05pm On Jul 04, 2014 |
More Corruption; Preparations for our departure from the Depot commenced after exercise 'Kungama', a five day rigorous and strenuous simulation of battle conditions. Lots of atrocities and abuses are committed during this exercise against the recruits. Punishments are meted out in the night just for the fun of it. Your food could be seized. You can be abducted from your trench if you fall asleep. We mostly survived the ordeal and from then on, you are treated with a little more respect at least by the soldiers and NCOs because you are almost one of them now. Passing out parade (POP) is the next big activity after 'Kungama'. It is tough and tiring but the pomp and well-choreographed movements you see during such ceremonial parades could not be achieved without adequate preparations and rehearsals. I was part of the POP parade for 2 Battalion and our right guard was a tall Igbo boy named Chikwendu Golden, one of the tallest persons I ever met in my life. He had the bearings of a chief and walks like royalty. The army stores are well-stocked with nice uniforms, military boots, belts and kit bags but they are almost never issued to soldiers except if a General issued the orders to do so but these items are available for sale in the Depot black market. I sourced for additional uniforms, military boots, berets, belts and kit bag because I never wanted to return home in the training khaki issued to us. All the other recruits also bought their military kits while those without the means to do so had to make do with the faded khakis and down at heel military boots. Military Postings and Assignation to Units; This was done like lottery. There was no analysis of skills, talents and qualifications. Some recruits who indicated a preference for infantry found themselves in Armour or Finance while some who indicated preferences for Armour corps found themselves in Education, Physical Education, or Demo Battalions. I was posted to Artillery even though I never indicated a preference for the corps. I accepted my posting in good faith and proceeded to the Air Defence Artillery barracks in Zaria to be assigned a unit. It was also at the Air Defence Barracks in Zaria that our three months advance salary payment was given to us totaling one thousand, one hundred and forty naira. Out of this amount, the Captain who came to pay us asked us to 'drop' fifty naira each into a carton he placed near the door. One hundred of us were paid on that day. The Major who came to assign us to units also collected money from some who wanted to change their postings. I refused to pay and was posted to Biu in Borno state with three other young soldiers. No allowances were given to us to transport ourselves to our new military units. I left the Air Defence barracks in Zaria to go and spend the Christmas at home before proceeding to my new unit and it was a joyous reunion with my family who were very happy to see me back safely. When I informed them about my posting, my Mum was aghast and wanted me to stay at home while my Dad was not unduly worried, having lived in Kaura-Namoda in his youth and familiar with the North. To be continued The writer can be contacted at tapper972000@ yahoo.co.uk . 1 Like |
Re: A Thread For Nigerian Army Applicants by Ejimike: 3:59pm On Jul 05, 2014 |
just finished my exam. De questions were just too cheap. See u @ d next stage |
Re: A Thread For Nigerian Army Applicants by SailorXY: 11:15am On Aug 02, 2014 |
why is this thread so quiet guys? |
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