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The Almighty Nigerian Soldiers
Whenever I sleep and wake up awed, my dream must have been about soldiers. I fear anybody in camouflage, oh! I fear them. "Soldiers are nice people until they get angry," someone would say, "don't dare soldiers o, they can kill anybody without being questioned," another would corroborate. Ask anybody on the street, what he knows about the military and he will tell you how some six policemen were mercilessly whipped by just two soldiers, how motorcyclists(no matter how old) must come down from their bike and push, when approaching military check points or risk hell; how someone relocated early to the grave for having affairs with a soldier's wife or fiance, how somebody's husband was made to relish some 'frog-jump' as a beating for receiving a phone call at a millitary checkpoint, how unfortunate a driver was, who overtook with his car, a military hilux or any car conveying some green berets, and how you must not calm an angry soldier down, no matter how close or related you are to him, if you don't want some strokes of his belt or koboko. Someone even told me, that the most wicked of soldiers were female cadets and when she narrated her experience with one of them, I didn't wish to meet a female soldier in life.
I am, till cows come home, un-easy when I am with any of them, I try to comport myself almost to the extent of not breathing when I sight them. The lexeme, 'soldier' sends hysteria, horror and jam through my spines, I fidget a lot when I see any inscription indicating a military zone, I cannot go near a barack even in dreams. Not as if I am afraid of death( that seems the highest any mortal can offer) that much, neither am I too scared of 'frog-jump' or any of the many ridiculous punishments civilians enjoy at check points but I hate humiliation, and I hate it when people helplessly endure it too.
Despite my reservations on the numerous abuse of civilians by some power-drunk soldiers, ask of a people I love with passion, I will tell you it is the military. These are individuals who ignore the warmth of family life to keep us safe. Humans who stare death in the face, just to keep the majority alive, these are humans who deprive themselves of the merriments of free-will/freedom and instead embrace perpetual obedience to superiors even at the expense of their lives. They fall in love with the deafening exclamations of gun-shots so that snorers will sleep with two eyes closed. They romance the everyday come-die songs of the forest, they traverse the valley of the shadow of death, they eat nothings and remain in heavy weight uniforms. They have no shield for the coldness of the night nor cover for the hotness of the day. They have wives they scarcely enjoy and children who hardly recognize them, and all these, just to protect some 'bloody' civilians. What is preventing me from showing love to these fighters? Why do I have to see those who do too much to keep me safe and break out in sweat? Aren't they supposed to be the most cherished among the populace?
Ordinarily, a soldier is someone you should see and run-to for a selfie, someone a farmer should see and share the things he is bringing from the farm with, someone children should see and embrace, someone people should rally round and make sure he lacks nothing wherever he's serving, but what we see in today's Nigeria is a situation whereby soldiers brutalise the people they claim to protect, at the slightest provocation. So, those who should love them are afraid of them, those who should agitate for a better life for them can not move closer to them, those who should pray for them hate them. Before yesterday, I didn't know it was a crime for a Nigerian soldier to brutalise a civilian, so, why the incessant abuse? It shows the kind of country we are in, a country where anything goes, where there is no law, where things are falling apart. My brothers and sisters in the Army, I love you, many Nigerians do. We appreciate your sacrifices, we understand your pains, you are our heroes, you are our strength as a people and we can't but be grateful to you, but stop using the rod on us like we are goats, stop giving us public discipline like we are school children and we'll show you how much our hearts beat for you. I just hope this write-up won't attract some impromptu 'frog-jump'.
Ayeni Faith Damilola is a writer, public speaker and eulogist.
faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

DarkRebel69:
I venture to say that religion is the root-cause of why so many African parents are obdurate prigs in re the issue of bequeathing sexual education to their female (and male) children.
When even a mention of the word "sex" in a typical Nigerian church stirs tension amongst the congregation, causing them to shift their buttocks on the pews in a fit of ''uncomfortability'' - as if to say the act of sex is not a natural phenomenon but some vile, alien, and physical manifestation of human degradation in the nth degree.

I think the problem that the OP talked about stems from the fact that we've afforded too much undue sacredness and reverence to something that's only a biological imperative, something that's arguably as mundane as the act of urination - no thanks again to religion and its attendant morass of arbitrary moral fiats.

Even you –dangotesmummy– are guilty in some way of the very misdemeanour you deplore, even though you do not realize it. In one of your spiels on this thread you used the phrase "serially promiscuous" - a phrase which bears the unmistaken undertone of derogation.
Tell me, if one were roundly intimated with the dangers of having multiple sexual partners and is also up-to-the-nose on the various prophylactic measures that significantly lessen the risks of contracting STDs, would it constitute a moral crime if such an individual – male or female – decides to be unsparing in the quantity of his/her sexual partners?

When you use the phrase "serially promiscuous" aka "olosho", you telegraph the idea that keeping multiple sexual partners is by itself a sin and morally unhealthy, and I don't see how that makes you any different from those prude African parents who sermonize to their daughters on the depravity of sex as a way of deterring their blithely naïve minds from indulging the act --- except of course that all their sermons prove in the long-run to be royally counter-productive.

Morals is necessary in building humans. Even outside the risk of STDs, ladies can still be decent, but, being sexually decent and/or modest should be a personal thing. The problem with Nigerian Mothers is, they exagerate moral laws. The fact that you don't want your daughter to be promiscuous doesn't mean you should make her ignorant. I will teach my Children morals but won't go beyond basic principles of living. I will teach them morals but won't force it on them. I will also reveal sex and sexual urges to them in their ordinariness. I will not yell at them but be attentive. I will not shout at them but be quite sparing. In fact, I will let my daughter know the beauty of preserving her hymen for her husband. In all, When she's old enough, I will let her make decisions but will be there to always guide her.

[quote author=DarkRebel69 post=59999221]I venture to say that religion is the root-cause of why so many African parents are obdurate prigs in re the issue of bequeathing sexual education to their female (and male) children.
When even a mention of the word "sex" in a typical Nigerian church stirs tension amongst the congregation, causing them to shift their buttocks on the pews in a fit of ''uncomfortability'' - as if to say the act of sex is not a natural phenomenon but some vile, alien, and physical manifestation of human degradation in the nth degree.

I think the problem that the OP talked about stems from the fact that we've afforded too much undue sacredness and reverence to something that's only a biological imperative, something that's arguably as mundane as the act of urination - no thanks again to religion and its attendant morass of arbitrary moral fiats.

Even you –dangotesmummy– are guilty in some way of the very misdemeanour you deplore, even though you do not realize it. In one of your spiels on this thread you used the phrase "serially promiscuous" - a phrase which bears the unmistaken undertone of derogation.
Tell me, if one were roundly intimated with the dangers of having multiple sexual partners and is also up-to-the-nose on the various prophylactic measures that significantly lessen the risks of contracting STDs, would it constitute a moral crime if such an individual – male or female – decides to be unsparing in the quantity of his/her sexual partners?

When you use the phrase "serially promiscuous" aka "olosho", you telegraph the idea that keeping multiple sexual partners is by itself a sin and morally unhealthy, and I don't see how that makes you any different from those prude African parents who sermonize to their daughters on the depravity of sex as a way of deterring their blithely naïve minds from indulging the act --- except of course that all their sermons prove in the
Morals is necessary in building humans. Even outside the risk of STDs, ladies can still be decent, but, being sexually decent and/or modest should be a personal thing. The problem with Nigerian Mothers is, they exagerate moral laws. The fact that you don't want your daughter to be promiscuous doesn't mean you should make her ignorant. I will teach my Children morals but won't go beyond basic principles of living. I will teach them morals but won't force it on them. I will also reveal sex and sexual urges to them in their ordinariness. I will not yell at them but be attentive. I will not shout at them but be quite sparing. In fact, I will let my daughter know the beauty of preserving her hymen for her husband. In all, When she's old enough, I will let her make decisions but will be there to always guide her.

dangotesmummy:
This is the major reason why s.u girls suffer vaginismus in marriage. The mothers have put fear in the heart of their young daughters and they grow up with such fear even in marriage thinking that as soon as her husband gets get pregnant he'll abscond. Unfortunately this happens because they have nursed and grown their fear that it becomes reality

African moms just dont know when to stop.they let their panaroia get the better part of their daughters that it's either their daughters get averse to sex in and out of marriage, become sexually uninformed or dysfunctional

U've really spoken well.

The Girl Child And Sex! When African Mothers Make Mistakes.

African Mothers are out-and-out disciplinarians. They can beat sense into a Child's brain in a flash.An average African Child knows the whereabouts of a particular rod specially contrived to romance his/her body at the slightest provocation. Beautiful enough, a black skinned child becomes a practical psychologist at a very tender age.He/she makes no faux pas in decoding mother's eyes movement. When an African Mother coughs, she's likely passing a message her children understand. A girl reading my write-up should remember how her mum would hit the ground, with her leg, in a gathering just to make a sound that would let her know she wasn't sitting properly, as she was expected to sit in a way that would not alter the dark of her privates. I would necessarily google my mother's eyes to seek approval before passing the hat on anything offered by a stranger. If not, the delicacy of the candy or sweetmeat would not be a match to the pains my body would suffer from my mum's slaps.Oh! African Mothers condone no-nonsense, it is only those children who practiced peanut stealing at their tender ages that can explain. After being beaten like he/she is disgusting, a child who steals would still be made to go hungry for hours, all in the quest to make him/her see reasons not to cozen anylonger. In my continent, parents teach their children, how to talk in public, how to dress modestly, how not to be gluttonous, how to relate with elders, how to eat without turning the plate into a drum, how to greet, how to cook, how to wake up early, how to read for exams, how to be orderly and well behaved, how to run errands without hesitation, how to pray and so many how tos, but won't cram them with how to fall in love without breaking bones, how to deal with sexual urges, how sex feels, how to relate with the opposite sex and the Natural and artificial birth controls and/or protections. So, since the failure to plan is a good plan to fail, who teaches African ladies the rudiments of sex and the different styles they explore in bed? Their mothers! How? The next paragrah!

When a sex nine-to-fiver(Olosho) is your guest for business, if you can convince her, she would prepare a very delicious meal that you would not want to exhaust in a giffee, she learnt it from her mum. Little wonder, a sex worker who is visiting for sex would still sit properly with her laps closed, she learnt that too from her mum. Don't be surprised, if a prostitute wakes you up in the morning with, "let us pray." Not her fault, she had learnt it from her parents and it's already part of her. Some Ladies were in Ekiti for the most recently conducted Jamb exams, some of my friends hooked them up and the rest is history. One of my friends complained of how one of the girls almost killed him with feeding the kitty. The question is: From where did those young ladies learn those bed smarts? Seriously, their mothers caused it in the least!

An average African Mother recites to her daughter(s) to run away from boys. She tells her children how boys could be dangerous, how the only good a boy can offer is to impregnate ladies and dump them. She only teaches her daughters how sex is a sin. Some even cage their females as much as possible, while some would threaten fire and brimstone if they ever see their daughters with boys. Many grown up African Women would even gossip their neighbours' daughters found gamboling with males, they call such girls names and treat them with disdain and contempt, but, unfortunately, the realities of life is not favourable to such disciplines. It happens that a girl programmed to stay away from boys shares space with an opposite sex in the classroom and are forced to relate. In the make ready of such ordinary ties-up, a girl finds boys more accommodating and fun to be with. She discovers how her newly found boyfriend is nothing close to the danger zone her mum has made of guys. She begins to see the lies and/or exaggerations in her mum's rhetorics and takes other steps forward. Haven discovered faults in her mum's voice, the girl then runs to friends either male or female to ask questions meant for a mother. She falls in love with one charming guy in her class. Not trusting her mum's judgement(her mum must not even hear of her falling in love) she asks her new-found lover questions meant for her mum."How does it feel like to have sex?" "Is sex really bad?" She feels some heat between her legs and discovers she's wet. Not trusting what her mum's ruling would be, she would still have to confide in her new-found guy. Believing what the guy has to say, "I will marry you," "I love you with all my heart," "I can die for you," and so many emotional convictions, the only thing stopping her from allowing the man acces to her pant is, "but my mum said sex was a sin, and that it was bad." Trust the hot guy, he has the answer already, "if sex is that bad and should be avoided, how did they come by you ? Seriously, I love you... and won't do anything to hurt you . If you love me too, allow me this once." What else do an ignorant and innocent doll face need to give in? She eats the fruit and knows what it tastes like. She now wants to enjoy it better,and wanting to blow her boy's mind in bed, she researches styles, practices, gets thumbs up, and becomes addicted.

On the other hand, girls who are fortunate to have less-unsparing mothers, who school them on love, sex, birth control etc grow up to be stronger, confident and informed. When they say 'no' they mean it. Some of them make virgins of themselves. What would a guy tell them about sex that their mums have not told them? They are independent and worship their hymen. They dream of the right man and have their standard set. Don't mind them, they already know that men are friendly, fun to be with and caring. Mum had already told them how beautiful it is to fall in love. That men are not dangerous but could do anything to get under one's pant makes sense to them. When they are getting overwhelmed with sweet talks, romantic, erotic and lovey-dovey voices, they run home to ask questions, and, trust their mums, they would be schooled most affectionately.Even when they make mistakes, they cry and tell mum everything and she knows what to do. So, it's easier for them to get back on their feet and move on.

When I become a parent, I will tell my daughter(s), how falling in love is pretty. How it is possible to be in a relationship without giving in to sex. How beautiful Hanky panky is, when delayed till the wedding night.How sex is meant only for the married. How risky it is to make love before working down the aisle.How she should feel free to introduce to me her boyfriend and how I'm always available to answer her questions on Love, sex and relationship.

Ayeni Faith Damilola is a writer, public speaker and eulogist.
faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

Remimadrid:
State of emergency cause of rats!! . Very soon those rats will chop Mr. president shoes.

The earlier the better ooo! It's high time our armed forces did something.

Rats In Aso Rock!

"I can do anything for my Country, Imagine, when I'm still alive? Oh! No no no no, I will show them pepper today, I will kill the older ones, the younger ones and even..." "Wale, how are you? I've been knocking, you didn't open...what's all these things you are putting on?" "Oh! I'm sorry guy, I was busy dressing up." "Ehn, but what's all these you are putting on?" " You mean my dress code?" "Yes, I don't understand. You know we are supposed to be on our way to Carol's birthday now, or are you going like this?" "Wale, I'm sorry, I won't be able to go with you. I really have to get somewhere asap." "Are you saying you would not make it to my fiance's birthday party?" "I'm sorry Wale, I really have to do this for my country," "OK OK, where are you going dressed in a red beret, black shirt, black trouser and a pair of Jungle boots?" "My friend, I must do something about this matter, how can rats stop our own president from entering his office on a Monday morning?" "Ehn en...so, how is that your business?" "Can you see this cutlass in my hand?" "Un hun.." "I'm going straight to Aso rock, I will kill every rat found in the President's office." "Are you alright?" "See, make I tell you one secret today, there is no type of rat wey I never kill before, I don kill black rat Rattus rattus, brown rat Rattus norvegicus, I have killed kangaroo rat, I killed cotton rat, ehm...ehm...Sigmodon hispidus and..." "Please stop!" "Have you ever seen any rat in this room before?" "And that's a proof that you are a good rat killer?" "Wale, I have to start going now, Abuja is far." "OK OK hold on, do you think those rats are ordinary ones to have kept a whole General out of office?" "Oh! You are right o, they could be very poisonous and dangerous rats, in that case, I have to call Kola to go with me, I fear poisonous rats but there's no rat Kola can not kill, even the one that causes lassa fever." "So." "I have to be on my way now, I will stop over at Kola's place and take him along. With him, Aso rock rats are in trouble." "Like you are really serious about this thing, but, are you going by air?" "Oh!" "What?" " I don't even have transport fare, let me call my dad." " Are you this crazy, your dad that is being owed six months pension? Where will he get the money from?" " That's true o." " What will I do now? And those rats must be gotten rid of as soon as possible." " I have an idea, Biafra now has a secret service recently set up, don't you have any link with them? Who knows, they might be of help to the president." " They won't turn up, didn't the same government jail their boss?" " Oh! That's true, Let me think of another option... Yes! Can you contact the governor of Ekiti to help the President? What's his name again?" " Tosin Ajibare." "Tosin Ajibare? Is he now the governor? The last time I checked, he was the youths' candidate for the 2018 Ekiti governorship election." "Sorry, it was a slip of tongue. Fayose too would have helped with the murder of those rats, but he would not be allowed to enter Aso rock." "Then who else?" "Oh! Dolapo Osinbajo, can't she help?" " What are you talking about now?" "What do we do?" "Let's appeal to Nigerians to help our president, I think we should launch Operation Kill The Rats now." " Operation Kill The Rats? I would prefer a state of emergency declared in the villa jhoor."

Ayeni Faith Damilola is a writer, public speaker and eulogist.
faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

taylor88:
and wen did osun and Ogun became SE

where did you see Osun and Ogun?

But Dad, How Did We End Up In Nigeria?

My Dad, how I love you! When you took me through some my first few steps I can't remember, when you joined mum in singing and dancing just to make me sleep, I also can't tell. When you first bought me a gift, I wish I can recollect, but no qualms. I can write a book on those things I know, those I can remember very fondly. It's quite fresh in my memory how you brought me up most affectionately, the look in your eyes whenever I was sick, and how you would rather not eat than allow me go hungry even when I'm home late. I remember how you would flog me with invisible tears in your eyes just to make me what I am today. You were stern when necessary, seriously, you were a strong man, who else would have helped me toss away the rebellion my youth would have been spent on? You were always there watching out with love and protection. I can't but be grateful for the time we spent together dad, I'm glad to have you! Father, this letter, I write with tears and quite a heavy heart. I'm sorry dad but just can't but ask you how we ended up in Nigeria. Maybe you should have done something earlier to change this!

Papa, there are so many countries in Europe, a handful in North and south America even in Africa, there is Ghana, south Africa and other countries, How did we end up in Nigeria? Not even Benin republic(where I would have at least be enjoying uninterrupted power)? A lot is happening! You try all you could to put food on my table, so, I don't have to struggle much hard to access my daily bread but I still feel pains, I feel pains from seeing friends and neighbours helplessly feed on nothings, from seeing female students embrace prostitution to make ends meet, from seeing people die like chicks from terrorism, from seeing those who were supposed to be save in IDP camps being blown off again. Dad, in our country, nothing is working. I'm weighed down by everyday noise from generators(it gives me negative psychological effects). Father, see how the rich oppress the vulnerable with their affluence. People still sleep under bridges.Children still die of malnutrition in our country Dad, humans get kidnapped and butchered like it's nothing, students graduate to suffer and wallow in misery. Good boys are becoming yahoo boys. Everything is just too mundane and humdrum.No access to basic facilities and war drum is now being beaten here and there. Dad, how did we find ourselves in this kind of a country?

Father, something happened recently that really made me write this letter, I saw the tension in the country, and as you should know I love to put pen on paper, I wrote Mazi Nnamdi Kanu telling him secession is not the solution to our problems and that he should please save me the ache of losing my friends to Biafra. You should see the responses I got! Some Igbos wanted my head taken down, insults here and there, they were fully tired of this country, but, I felt their pains too, how I love Igbos! I could see beyond those insults to the afflictions, soreness and sufferings those ones have endured as Nigerians.And to crown it all Dad, I ran into the longs and shorts of a soldier who was only fortunate to come back home alive and it was a funeral. I almost cried, so, I wrote something to inform Nigerians of what Our soldiers go through and how they needed be appreciated but, I was surprised Nigerians hate their soldiers! I tried to defend them but the people complained of incessant abuses of civilians. Just today, I was presented with another video where a girl was dehumanised and humiliated for wearing a camou. My dad, with invisible tears, I ask, is Nigeria another name for Animal Kingdom? Dad, I'm sorry, how did we end up in this Country? I'm not really expecting a reply to this letter sir , I know you would want to tell me,"this is where God wants us to be," well, I'll keep hope alive and contribute my quota to the unity and growth of a country God willingly put me, or have I an option? I will do my best to make my country a home. I pray these people pay your pension early this month Papa, I am running out of cash. Please say me well to mum and don't forget to take care of yourself, you know I love you!
Sincerely,

Ayeni Faith Damilola is a writer, public speaker and eulogist.
faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

But Dad, How Did We End Up In Nigeria?

My Dad, how I love you! When you took me through some my first few steps I can't remember, when you joined mum in singing and dancing just to make me sleep, I also can't tell. When you first bought me a gift, I wish I can recollect but no qualms. I can write a book on those things I know, those I can remember very fondly. It's quite fresh in my memory how you brought me up most affectionately, the look in your eyes whenever I was sick, and how you would rather not eat than allow me go hungry even when I'm home late. I remember how you would flog me with invisible tears in your eyes just to make me what I am today. You were stern when necessary, seriously, you were a strong man, who else would have helped me toss away the rebellion my youth would have been spent on? You were always there watching out with love and protection. I can't but be grateful for the time we spent together dad, I'm glad to have you! Father, this letter, I write with tears and quite a heavy heart. I'm sorry dad just can't but ask you how we ended up in Nigeria. I would rather you did something about it when I was yet a baby.

Papa, there are so many countries in Europe, a handful in North and south America even in Africa, there is Ghana, south Africa and other countries, How did we end up in Nigeria? Not even Benin republic(where I would have at least be enjoying uninterrupted power)? A lot is happening! You try all you could to put food on my table, so, I don't have to struggle much hard to access my daily bread but I still feel pains, I feel pains from seeing friends and neighbours helplessly feed on nothings, from seeing female students embrace prostitution to make ends meet, from seeing people die like chicks from terrorism, from seeing those who were supposed to be out of harm's way in IDP camps being blown off again. Dad, in our country, nothing is working. I'm weighed down by everyday noise from power generators(it gives me negative psychological effects). Father, see how the rich oppress the vulnerable with their affluence. People still sleep under bridges. Children still die of malnutrition in our country Dad, humans get kidnapped and butchered like it's nothing, students graduate to suffer and wallow in misery. Good boys are becoming yahoo boys. Everything is just too mundane and humdrum. No access to basic facilities, and, war drum is now being beaten here and there. Dad, how did we find ourselves in this kind of country?

Father, something happened recently that really made me write this letter, I saw the tension in the country, and as you should know I love to put pen on paper, I wrote Mazi Nnamdi Kanu telling him secession is not the solution to our problems and that he should please save me the ache of losing my friends to Biafra. You should see the responses I got! Some Igbos wanted my head taken down, insults here and there, but, I felt their pains too, how I love Igbos! I could see beyond those insults to the afflictions, soreness and sufferings those ones have endured as Nigerians. And to crown it all Dad, I ran into the longs and shorts of a soldier who was only fortunate to come back home alive and it was a funeral. I almost cried, so, I wrote something to inform Nigerians of what Our soldiers go through and how they need be appreciated, but, I was surprised Nigerians hate their soldiers! I tried to defend them but the people complained of incessant abuses of civilians. Just today, I was presented with another video where a girl was dehumanised and humiliated for wearing a military camouflage.With invisible tears, I asked, is Nigeria another name for Animal Kingdom? Dad, I'm sorry, how did we end up in this Country? I'm not really expecting a reply to this letter sir , I know you would want to tell me, "this is where God wants us to be," well, I'll keep hope alive and contribute my quota to the unity and growth of a country God willingly put me, or have I an option? I will do my best to make my country a home. I pray this people pay your pension early this month Papa, I am running out of cash. Please say me well to mum and don't forget to take care of yourself, you know I love you!
Sincerely,

Ayeni Faith Damilola is a writer, public speaker and eulogist.
faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

meezynetwork:
Its not a do or die affair. If u can't bear, leave

How I wish it's easy to leave.

Brownbarbie97:
Did we force them to become soldiers? Abeg jor!

What do you think would happen to a country without soldiers?

malc619:
I just remembered how brutal these uniformed beasts are with civilians.

That's serious anyway.

gberra:
Reminds me of '91 when hundreds of Nigerians were slaughtered & maimed in Liberia

Hmmm...

malc619:
Mtscheew....
Power drunk, uncouth, senseless uniformed animals.

Why are you this bitter?

When Soldiers Cry! .


Henry is one of my preferred friends, he seems to keep tabs on me more thoroughly. In some of the many occasions of a deep sigh, he asks, "what is wrong with you again?" But, what is not wrong with me? A time to laugh and a time to Cry, so the bible suggests. Like I'm always down in the dump? No, just that those who will calculate my composition of today would agree, this is one of those times to shed tears, at least without noise, when a gallant Nigerian soldier cries most painfully, "please help, I don't want to die," after being hit in the neck with a die-now bullet. Mum is home waiting, fiance is somewhere keeping shirt on , but, here the pain is getting stronger, blood is gulping out faster, his heart is beating on the double, the handsome soldier is dying little by little, 1..2..3, he's dying, "water plea...se" he shouts, but no-one to help in the forest of a thousand terrorists,... 4,5,6...he's dead! 'Allahu akbar!' .

Who will not cry when a Nigerian soldier tells his story? A lot happened in sambisa forest, it is those who were in barma camp that can explain. I ran smack into the longs and shorts of a soldier who was only fortunate to come back home and it wasn't a comedy. Nigerian Soldiers are dissolving in tears! No-one is listening. They are being sent to war with dead and gone arms to battle well equipped terrorists. Is that not a suicide mission? They go hungry like the whole of Nigeria was a desert. Must they all die? They suffer neglect, they are battered and many die most ridiculously, leaving parents, wives, children, siblings and friends to the coldness of the night and the hotness of the day. Most touching, what is on ground for fallen soldiers? Nothing? So, father succumbs to hot bullet, for children and wives to embrace starvation, malnutrition and misery? Everything is wrong with Nigeria oo! Who are the suffering soldiers? Children of peasants in villages, those who have suffered to no-end, those who want to earn a living at all cost. Someone is a soldier because he could not afford to watch his sick parents die just like that, another wants to send his sister to school. But now that the son has got his brain scattered by bokoharam's super bullet, what becomes of the ailing parents? .

Someone comes back from war with one eye, another comes back with one leg, one got his hands chopped off another lost his entire beauty, What plan do Nigeria have for them? How will they live a good life? How will their children go to school? How will their parents survive? Mother Nigeria! Your children are suffering too much in the midst of abundance, everyone is yeiling, no shield, no cover, somebody help! But, Shekau, what have you done to Nigeria? Why are you grieving her? You know you are not a match of our Soldiers, you know you can't confront them, you know you can't challenge them, yet, you take advantage of their horse and buggy riffles, behind the times weapons, lack of care and neglect corruption and selfishness of our leaders afforded them. Don't you have blood running in your veins too?. Dear heroes of our land, dear battle-ready soldiers, we share your pains, we can hear your requiem, your threnody, wailing and ululation. We know you are not cowards, we know you are the best in the world, we know that bokoharam is not your match, but, If Nigeria was a country, If our leaders were humans, if they were selfless. With red eyes, I identify with you. Fight on heroes, fight on. Victory is yours, your names are inscribed in our hearts.Oh! If only my fingers are not too weak to play strings, if my voice is not shaky, then, accept the lyrics below!

Verse 1
Oh, weary soldiers, lift your head:
For joy cometh in the morning!
For God in His own Word hath said
That joy cometh in the morning! Chorus:"
Joy cometh in the morning!
Joy cometh in the morning!
Weeping may endure for a night;
But joy cometh in the morning!
Verse 2
Ye trembling parents(of soldiers), dismiss your fears:
For joy cometh in the morning!
Oh, weeping mourner(of fallen heroes), dry your tears:
For joy cometh in the morning!
Verse 3
Let ev’ry burden’d soul look up:
For joy cometh in the morning!
And ev’ry trembling soldier hope:
For joy cometh in the morning!
Verse 4
Our God shall wipe all tears away:
For joy cometh in the morning!
Sorrow and sighing flee away:
For joy cometh in the morning!" May the souls of our fallen heroes rest in peace. .

Ayeni Faith Damilola is a writer, public speaker and eulogist. faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

When Soldiers Cry! .


Henry is one of my preferred friends, he seems to keep tabs on me more thoroughly. In some of the many occasions of a deep sigh, he asks, "what is wrong with you again?" But, what is not wrong with me? A time to laugh and a time to Cry, so the bible suggests. Like I'm always down in the dump? No, just that those who will calculate my composition of today would agree, this is one of those times to shed tears, at least without noise, when a gallant Nigerian soldier cries most painfully, "please help, I don't want to die," after being hit in the neck with a die-now bullet. Mum is home waiting, fiance is somewhere keeping shirt on , but, here the pain is getting stronger, blood is gulping out faster, his heart is beating on the double, the handsome soldier is dying little by little, 1..2..3, he's dying, "water plea...se" he shouts, but no-one to help in the forest of a thousand terrorists,... 4,5,6...he's dead! 'Allahu akbar!' .

Who will not cry when a Nigerian soldier tells his story? A lot happened in sambisa forest, it is those who were in barma camp that can explain. I ran smack into the longs and shorts of a soldier who was only fortunate to come back home and it wasn't a comedy. Nigerian Soldiers are dissolving in tears! No-one is listening. They are being sent to war with dead and gone arms to battle well equipped terrorists. Is that not a suicide mission? They go hungry like the whole of Nigeria was a desert. Must they all die? They suffer neglect, they are battered and many die most ridiculously, leaving parents, wives, children, siblings and friends to the coldness of the night and the hotness of the day. Most touching, what is on ground for fallen soldiers? Nothing? So, father succumbs to hot bullet, for children and wives to embrace starvation, malnutrition and misery? Everything is wrong with Nigeria oo! Who are the suffering soldiers? Children of peasants in villages, those who have suffered to no-end, those who want to earn a living at all cost. Someone is a soldier because he could not afford to watch his sick parents die just like that, another wants to send his sister to school. But now that the son has got his brain scattered by bokoharam's super bullet, what becomes of the ailing parents? .

Someone comes back from war with one eye, another comes back with one leg, one got his hands chopped off another lost his entire beauty, What plan do Nigeria have for them? How will they live a good life? How will their children go to school? How will their parents survive? Mother Nigeria! Your children are suffering too much in the midst of abundance, everyone is yeiling, no shield, no cover, somebody help! But, Shekau, what have you done to Nigeria? Why are you grieving her? You know you are not a match of our Soldiers, you know you can't confront them, you know you can't challenge them, yet, you take advantage of their horse and buggy riffles, behind the times weapons, lack of care and neglect corruption and selfishness of our leaders afforded them. Don't you have blood running in your veins too?. Dear heroes of our land, dear battle-ready soldiers, we share your pains, we can hear your requiem, your threnody, wailing and ululation. We know you are not cowards, we know you are the best in the world, we know that bokoharam is not your match, but, If Nigeria was a country, If our leaders were humans, if they were selfless. With red eyes, I identify with you. Fight on heroes, fight on. Victory is yours, your names are inscribed in our hearts.Oh! If only my fingers are not too weak to play strings, if my voice is not shaky, then, accept the lyrics below!

Verse 1
Oh, weary soldiers, lift your head:
For joy cometh in the morning!
For God in His own Word hath said
That joy cometh in the morning! Chorus:"
Joy cometh in the morning!
Joy cometh in the morning!
Weeping may endure for a night;
But joy cometh in the morning!
Verse 2
Ye trembling parents(of soldiers), dismiss your fears:
For joy cometh in the morning!
Oh, weeping mourner(of fallen heroes), dry your tears:
For joy cometh in the morning!
Verse 3
Let ev’ry burden’d soul look up:
For joy cometh in the morning!
And ev’ry trembling soldier hope:
For joy cometh in the morning!
Verse 4
Our God shall wipe all tears away:
For joy cometh in the morning!
Sorrow and sighing flee away:
For joy cometh in the morning!" May the souls of our fallen heroes rest in peace. .

Ayeni Faith Damilola is a writer, public speaker and eulogist. faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

But, Where Are Those Hot Ladies From?

They are thick (as in thickies...you may not understand), cute, daunting and dishy. They are foxy, fine and elegant.I meant, perfect pictures of beauty, those ladies are pretty! When you see them, you keep looking and employ yourself in the thought of nothings. You find it quite hard to let go, even when a part of you warns, "have you forgotten there is hell fire?" "If only I can have this girl, , then one year in hell is worth it," you would respond. It's that serious! From the well structured body, to the innocent looking faces and other only-me-knows things.
I...I...well...I...but they are naked, yes, I can see only panties on them and some quite lazy braziers. But, where are they from? where are those hot Ladies from?

Like you too would wonder, I don't know where Nigerian musicians get the babes they 'use' in their videos from. I don't know if those scarcely clothed dolls are from Nigeria or without. Hold on, are those girls from some parents? Where are those fighting for gender equality? Can't they see situations where girls dance unclad, in their tens, around fully clothed men? The boys are fully covered while the ladies involved flaunt their privates without caution, isn't that crazy? Shouldn't there be wide lines drawn between Entertainment and madness? Entertainment and indecency? If you would not mind, I was in casuals this morning, after taking my bath, when I saw a musical video on my own screen. It was supposed to be just what I called it, but the almost clad ladies with killing fronts and backs sent some familiar strange electrons through my spine. To worsen the situation, a pretty lady was in my room trying to charge her phone. If I would be sincere, It took some serious combat to hide the drama under my boxer from my guest. But I wasn't watching porn, I wasn't thinking of anything amorous and/lascivious.So, why the struggle? It was then, that I realized the havoc these porn-like videos could bring about. Look at the trending cases of rape! It's quite taking the day in Nigeria.These musicians need be cautioned as some of us want entertainment, some of us love their songs but are tired of the frivolities in those videos.

Who is to blame? The leaders who have been wasting our wealth from time immemorial. I am sure, those appetising ladies, dancing unclad are University graduates, Polytechnic graduates that are not employed. They are hungry, they are desperate, they can do anything to eat and look good. Nigeria is that bad! That's why I don't judge them but blame our government. That's why I won't judge them but appeal to Nigerian musicians to stop 'using' them most ridiculously but help those they can help! Maybe I'll still get married to one of those beauties(please don't tell my mum). Just that, what is not good is bad!

Ayeni Faith Damilola is a writer, public speaker and eulogist. faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

But, Where Are Those Hot Ladies From?

They are thick (as in thickies...you may not understand), cute, daunting and dishy. They are foxy, fine and elegant.I meant, perfect pictures of beauty, those ladies are pretty! When you see them, you keep looking and employ yourself in the thought of nothings. You find it quite hard to let go, even when a part of you warns, "have you forgotten there is hell fire?" "If only I can have this girl, , then one year in hell is worth it," you would respond. It's that serious! From the well structured body, to the innocent looking faces and other only-me-knows things.
I...I...well...I...but they are naked, yes, I can see only panties on them and some quite lazy braziers. But, where are they from? where are those hot Ladies from?

Like you too would wonder, I don't know where Nigerian musicians get the babes they 'use' in their videos from. I don't know if those scarcely clothed dolls are from Nigeria or without. Hold on, are those girls from some parents? Where are those fighting for gender equality? Can't they see situations where girls dance unclad, in their tens, around fully clothed men? The boys are fully covered while the ladies involved flaunt their privates without caution, isn't that crazy? Shouldn't there be wide lines drawn between Entertainment and madness? Entertainment and indecency? If you would not mind, I was in casuals this morning, after taking my bath, when I saw a musical video on my own screen. It was supposed to be just what I called it, but the almost clad ladies with killing fronts and backs sent some familiar strange electrons through my spine. To worsen the situation, a pretty lady was in my room trying to charge her phone. If I would be sincere, It took some serious combat to hide the drama under my boxer from my guest. But I wasn't watching porn, I wasn't thinking of anything amorous and/lascivious.So, why the struggle? It was then, that I realized the havoc these porn-like videos could bring about. Look at the trending cases of rape! It's quite taking the day in Nigeria.These musicians need be cautioned as some of us want entertainment, some of us love their songs but are tired of the frivolities in those videos.

Who is to blame? The leaders who have been wasting our wealth from time immemorial. I am sure, those appetising ladies, dancing unclad are University graduates, Polytechnic graduates that are not employed. They are hungry, they are desperate, they can do anything to eat and look good. Nigeria is that bad! That's why I don't judge them but blame our government. That's why I won't judge them but appeal to Nigerian musicians to stop 'using' them most ridiculously but help those they can help! Maybe I'll still get married to one of those beauties(please don't tell my mum). Just that, what is not good is bad!

Ayeni Faith Damilola is a writer, public speaker and eulogist. faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

I don't want to lose them to Biafra oo

O ga o

There is a National, all-year-round entertainment event on ground. It starts by first week of Nov 2017. Invest and get your returns in millions every month. Legal backup applies

lordimmaogidi:
well articulated

Abi o

One For The Dead, One For The Living!


Not thousands are aware of the latest award in town, one for the dead and the other for the living. Very unfortunate that only two Nigerians merit the award this year. One of them used to have death in his pocket and the other stares it in the face every morning, even today. What is it that a Nigerian wants in life? To travel out of the country in search of greener pastures and never return, 'if possible'.Nigeria is so bleeped up, no one wants to stay, it is this bad, those who have struggled hard to make it hardly remembers those still swimming, 'it is not easy' they would say, and keep spending their money on unnecessaries- prostitutes, exotics(in their billions). No one really wants to help! In my country, the rich tramples the vulnerable under foot and the powerful bites the hopeless at the slightest provocation. You are on your own!

But, take a look at these two legatees, Fela Anikulapo Kuti was a son of big names, his father, Rev Israel Oludotun Ransome-kuti was an Anglican priest who was also the first president of the Nigerian union of teachers, and his mum, the first Nigerian woman to drive a car. He had the privilege of studying in London, where he studied music in the trinity college of music. The most important part of Fela's history that scored him for this award, even in the grave, is the fact that despite being born with a silver spoon, he decided to go through hell as an activist to challenge the then Military government. He fought in high spirits for the masses, a development that accorded him months in jail and death of his politician mother, who was thrown out of the window as a result of her son's alleged scathing attack on the military with his viral hit, 'zombie'. Fela was the founder of MOP a political party designed to 'clean up the society like a mop'. Most importantly, Fela left his comfort zone to bring solace to the 'ever silent' Africans in the face of beatens, destruction of properties and even death. Death journeyed from Fela's pouch to his neck in 3 August 1997. Fela Anikulapo Kuti, receive your award! The dead GRAND GENERAL OF AFRICAN FREEDOM.

Mazi, Nnamdi Kanu, the second and only living recipient is another privileged Nigerian. The dogged son of His royal majesty Eze sir Israel Okwu Kanu studied politics and economics in the Guildhall University of London, he was a London based director of Radio Biafra before his arrest in Lagos on 14 October, 2015, after which, he was detained on treason charges for 'less than two years'. Why is he fighting? Why is Mazi struggling? For food? No! But for the freedom of his people, a people he perceived as being marginalised, being beaten and battered. Had he been satisfied with his many privileges and wealth, there would be no deafening agitations for the republic of Biafra in Nigeria today, so, most importantly, Kanu also left his comfort zone to fight for a cause! It is both humane and rare, something not many Nigerians would do. Mazi, Will you receive your award? The living GRAND GENERAL OF AFRICAN FREEDOM.

Like I've always maintained, we are better as one in Nigeria, I've not really got the hang of any need for secession but the selflessness of Mazi would not let me rest. He is a heroe and deserves to be celebrated on this day 2 august that marks Fela's 20th year below ground. On behalf of Damvalots entertainment, I congratulate the duo for their impacts on the Nigerian soil, I congratulate their families, friends and neighbours too. The event would have been more elaborate and solemn but for the fact that the organizer is still struggling to pay his school fees. May the spirit of Unity and oneness overtake the eidolon behind songs of secession!

Ayeni Faith Damilola is a writer, public speaker and eulogist.
faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

hmmm

fratermathy:
He's Urhobo. His middle name is Itsekiri though. I think his mom is Itsekiri.

Aiit thanks.

PenisCaP:
Hehehehehe exactly Yes everyone can read... How u shifted the goal post thats my happiness.

Will you please stop this?

[quote author=laudate post=58993987][/quote]Must we always insult one another? Can't we be civil, at least, once?

PenisCaP:
I couldnt find the video anymore, i searched for it.
But since person i was arguing with said he dont care abt the video so i gave up searching. Bcoz i know he is avoiding know the truth,
So even ifhe knw the truth it wount change everythin on his already corrupted mind.

Well U can read this.. it contains few of the facts detailed in the video.

But some of us are really hungry for the truth.

eunisam:
This is a nonsense sence

How?

toofit007:
am so touched with this your write up dear, but am so sorry it is too late and there is no looking back until we get to our destination, it is biafra or death .... it is time we leave this damnable union call Nigeria because it has caused more harm than good.

Hmmm... I just wish we don't lose hope in Nigeria. We can come together as a people to make things work.

Masterclass32:
Op, calm down.

Abi o...Thanks