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My wife is my family. In fact, she is more family to me than you can ever imagine! If she is not your family as a redpiller, it's your family..it's not my business. 🙂 Thanks OP for this. But by the way, why na only man dey sick for this kind of reasoning? You mean men see shege in marriage or what?🤦 Just use credible points not the sick yenyenyen. Anyone can be sick ! |
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endsarrrs:You na 70? I'm not there anymore, anyways. Enjoy the pics below to get a clearer picture of the recruits life in Depot.
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Special greetings to awon “this government will favour me and my family.“ How is the family? Ina kwana, ụtụtụ ọma o, e kaaro o! Day just break!
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Hi everyone,,, so this is my experience joining the Nigerian Army, batch 13NA regular intake. Growing up in those days, I think I had a thing for the military...plus that's what my dad loved doing. Having stayed in the barracks half my life, I grew accustomed to the way and manner the system works. So it was 2013, and I picked the form...although, with a modicum of apathy. One thing about this phase is that even as you haven't joined, you'd start feeling like a soldier already! You go dey assume! You'd even begin to purchase okrika khaki pants and singlets...you know, after all, that's where you are going. We were already clearing people's doubts, and chawoosing those LASTMA boys you know.😌 Okay okay, time don reach. We proceeded to partake in the aptitude test, which served as the initial stage of screening within the confines of the barracks, followed by the subsequent pre-medical evaluations. Indeed, I successfully achieved a favorable outcome due to my exceptional intellectual acumen, and I possessed a considerable stature and exhibited remarkable dexterity. Don't believe me, it was through connections!😊😜 So time don dey reach to enter Depot N.A..that's the place where soldiers are made in Kaduna. That is the very crucible in which men are forged. A few acquaintances who were aware of my shortlisting had already commenced offering me counsel and expressing their condolences through the medium of proverbs. Lol. And there was Nduka. Nduka who indelibly etched an event within the recesses of my memory, destined to endure for the entirety of my mortal existence. Nduka consistently showed an aura of maturity, rendering him a sagacious individual in my perception. On the eve of my imminent departure, he imparted a cunning stratagem to endure the arduous conditions when I get to Depot. He expressed the notion that throughout the duration of our training, it is imperative that I refrain from exhibiting any signs of intellectual lethargy or weakness. That if I wanted to get a quick ticket to the next phase and be seen as one who is fit. He said, assuming I was doing a frog jump or sth else, I should summon courage and refuse to continue. And the event that the soldier attempts to compel my compliance through the exertion of physical coercion, that I should attack and adopt a defensive stance and engage in a counteroffensive maneuver to the soldier. His words were laced with salt. I was like "attack? Bro, that one na die na." He was like "funny you, do you think it's everyone who does the whole training? How do you think some soldiers are promoted fast before the others? It's how rugged you are and how you show it that will make them choose you fast from the weaklings. One oga will just call them to bring you out and bro, you are now very qualified because of the courage. E dey happen steady ". Hmm, I pondered over it. Well, it sounded a bit realistic. Depot N.A. The bus has just arrived the gate of the great Depot. Let's overlook what transpired during the trip and focus on this arrival. Next shout we heard was 'FALL IN.' We were forced to carry our luggage while doing frog jumps to enter the gate. That was the slowest moment on my life. And if you tried to cheat the drill, you'll start again after being beaten mercilessly. There was this Miss Pepeye trailing behind me who was lugging around a lot of heavy luggage. She was so upset by the soldiers that she abandoned her belongings and fled to the opposite side of the road, where she knelt down and begged while crying. The expression on my grave face was supposed to be one of laughter, but I had just beaten myself. At the very least, watching the drama was entertaining. The 'faithful' day.. Long story short, we were "on planting." In military, to go on planting is one of the most difficult drills. You will literary be upside down and it will take no minutes before blood starts rushing to your head. In order words, you are upside down but standing on your head. Omo, I don dey feel tears pouring from my side eyes but I wasn't crying. This drill is coming after we were already punished because sb murmured while the MWOII (Master Warrant Officer) was talking. My body was literally burning and we still had to go on planting. Since I was fair in complexion, it was another bad omen. Fair people in Depot are usually used as "white fowls" or scapegoats as you call it. Those soldiers enjoy seeing red veins or blood on your skin. So, I was still on planting and in that position upside down, I saw a soldier still beating some others on planting either because they were shaking miserably or for sth else. I was deliberately if this military was even worth it. Abi no bi to just run? I looked at the fence and it looked jump-able. After all, they don't pay well. I was just looking for the perfect excuse for the nearest exit and to solidify my reasons to hang my boots. It was that moment I remembered Martins who was in a local vigilante in my street who told me to roll in mud water for no just reason because he felt I was haughty. I swore to damage him when I came out. As I was thinking all this, I also remembered how Nduka advised me to not pay evil with evil when I finally pass out from the training. In mid-thoughts, I remembered Nduka’s advice—the game changer! Don't forget I was still planting my head on the ground. My neck was about to break cos we have been on this for about 15mins. As I tried to adjust a bit to accommodate the pain with another side of my head, this soldier kicked me on my shoulders...a missed hit that should have been my neck. Omo, the whole advice from Nduka flashed me and in light speed, I came down from the drill and pushed the soldier so hard that he fell. And I charged towards him. To be honest, I didn't even know why I charged cos I didn't even charge to hit him or punch. I realised I just charged to make him remain on the floor. To cut the story short, ha, Nduka no tell me everything wey fit happen to me o. The oga there told them to single me out...which Nduka actually said...but it was the opposite. The beating I received that day and the days that followed, only God knew how I survived it. Till date, I have some of the scars on my body. It was not easy at all. Have you ever experienced sth similar? Kindly share. |
I don't doubt all you posted a bit because it's actually true. You collect payment via dollar transfers...that is through Western Union, Ria and its kinds? What happened to virtual accounts? Even Fiver and Upwork accounts pay through PayPal or Payoneer! Go digital,chief. |
What a world! |
Be in a place with a gate and watch over her from a better vantage. |
Does he bribe AIDS? |
Styluss:And they all told you what you claim? |
Styluss:Evidence? |
The norm is to wear a 6-foot heel in the party with a flat shoe/slippers in the handbag for going home.🙂 |
IgbosNIGHTMARE:A weyrey is actually sb who cannot make any useful point without abusive speech, and still ends up saying nothing. It's very hereditary by this definition. Don't bother responding. Have a nice century. |
A country filled with envy, hate, tribalism, and nepotism! A common black culture! Just involve money or a pinch of tribalism and watch the horde follow with an hibernated brain. Silly propagandists! Every political scientist like myself recognises propagandist even in its slightest iota. |
It's an organised scam. The reviews were also done by the team. Sorry for your loss. |
This is like a paid advert, uncle. You need to be good at politics so that you can better represent stories with facts...not just long partisan stories aimed at recruiting people with same ideology to solidify your opinions...as usually done with majority of partisan Nairaland resident “politicians.” |
You'll be surprised to know he has about another 7 soldiers somewhere or more in the same compound. |
My concern is on the police. Like the police in Nigeria just arrests you when money is involved or they are mostly untrained? |
We are now bothered about France all of a sudden...but in reality, we are more tribalistic and hostile in our country to our countrymen! Such amalgam! |
IgbosNIGHTMARE:Did you say all these because you feel you should defend Davido for a matter that has no business with you or you are his legal counsel on Nairaland? |
Govt doing their personal bias. Poor electorates here arguing and giving laws that holds no water. What a funny world! |
This is good news. Development first. |
A very funny thieving news! You'd think a new railway was built! The aforementioned billion billions mentioned are primarily allocated to the restoration of the antiquated railways constructed during the colonial era! No bi new one dem build o! Na just to add finishing touching to already existing ones and very few substandard ones built! But how come these billion billions don't stop insecurities on the way? Come to think of it...so Nigeria with a very bad maintenance culture is claiming huge sums for servicing? Ha! Which govt stuff is really serviced with the cost they quote! Truly, the money is a national cake: you only need a big knife to cut. |
This is Nigeria...it only needs one person to make the horde follow. |
True that...but the FG is clueless. Once private organisations of their friends or relatives are open for business, they'll begin to make public options epileptic to accommodate the new normal to attract patronage. Or they are simple just clueless. |
There must always be sb faster. But she's still worth a champ! |
You are having problems. Wetin concern your marriage? You think very shallow o |
So Nigeria you left isn't comfortable for you too? You had to run to a more comfortable place? Damn Yu! |
10k women at 24? To me, man doesn't look 24. Well, let's do the maths. Let's assume he started having sex at 14 years of age. That means he's had sex for 10 years and has approx had sex with 1000 women every year. Okay okay! The world population is about 8,095,715,455 people with females having some 4,010,980,189 numbers of of it. Also, there are some 2,397,435,502.5 children under 18 years of age. And some half of it will be females on approx which will be some 1,198,717,751.25. The difference will be: 2,812,262,437.75 females left. So to say, in every 281,225 women this guy met in his 24-year lifetime, he straffed. Omo, those ladies who come to watch his football matches were also targets. In other words, anywhere he saw women, he incubated her. Now back to the question, how many were raped? 🤦
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You don work with Lebanese? Mehn! Well, many of these expats I knew were very hostile as tho they were given an OT that if they didn't show that hostility, the Nigerians won't work well. And they love sex more than long life and prosperity. At least, Indian and Chinese bosses may hurt you but be afraid of your comeback if they cross their limit. They understand there is a limit. That's not so with Nigeria bosses. In my experience, Nigerian bosses are the worst of all...esp those who are related (nephews or distant cousins) to the main bosses. Well, I won't neglect the fact that there are also nice Nigerians, Chinese, and Indians somewhere in this thin world. |
Except travellers and those who would lie with health. |
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