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nimat158:
i don vote

Thanks

Ramwab94:
If Nairalanders no vote for flow, WHO ELSE WILL?

Thank you! God bless you!

johnspurgeon014:
Hi. I manage a network of freelance script writers. I receive movie script orders (ready-written or writer-for-hire alerts) using my small connection to filmmakers in Nollywood. I got a job order this afternoon for a comedy feature length movie script. I don't write comedy. Most good writers I know do not. I was told to reach out to flow on Nairaland. If you are the one, and u have a food comedy story in movie script format, I'd love for you to reach out to me on any of the following.
BBM: 5931EDBD
WhatsApp: +2348034845878.

Thank you. Anticipating a prompt reply because, like they say, time is money.

Ok i have one already prepared. I will call you.

I can see the votes counting. Thanks to all of you. God bless

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Make una come help me win this competition.

Here is the link:
https://fidelitybank.ng/mytoughjobstory/index.php/ugochukwu/

You vote by clicking the vote button at the bottom of the page. Thats all. Thank you.

STILL I FLOW

Where una dey all my fans! pls.......

sambroose:
Chai Flow baba ******make i bend if ah no vote for youuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You be correct.

Heeee! Am back, and i'm working on a new story soon to be posted here. I mean very soon! Like before you wink your eyes.




Abeg una all my fans and those that have been reading my stories pls vote for me in this competition. I beg of you all. If i win i promise you guys Christmas gifts.
Here is the link:

https://fidelitybank.ng/mytoughjobstory/index.php/ugochukwu/

After reading the true life story, click the vote button showing the number of votes at the bottom of the page. Thats all. Thank you.

STILL I FLOW

grooga:
My best stories never concluded on this forum, I noticed that most of these folks when given too much praise, it gets to their heads....

Money Soldier... Diary of a rough rugged..

Coolval... Diary of an Imostar....

Zubby77..... there and back in time...


Moreover, there's no better writter out here better than MaziOmenuko.... in terms of content, rating, fluidity and number of A class work.
Flow1759, is exceptionally entertaining and his sense of humour is very good.

Thanks for being a fan

Realgana:
Unfullfilled Promises by Audrey Timms
All of flow1759 stories
Adebimpe the facebook girl by Onihaxy
Global runs by zuby77
NYSC and PPA by Maziomenoku

Big ups!

ideatoprince18:
any book written by flow1759 n Zuby77 are d bomb especially flow .... DT dude story made me register on nairaland!!!!!!

don't worry bro! you will hear from me pretty soon! A story coming soon

Escapevelocity:
things you should avoid
1.reading flow'z stories(ushers go kari u go prayer warrior dept for deliverance)
2.reading flow'z stories in a brt(u go pass ur destination)
3.readn flow'while in the toilet(d place go dey convenient sotey u go lie down)
4.readn flow'z while askd by ur mom to watch over jollof on fire(the rice go burn sotey una go sniff am for nose)
5.readn flow'z stories while stuck in traffic(traffic go pass u no go knw )

Sai flowz sai sai #gej
#grins i stick to my jonny i mean jona

Thumbs up!

Ramwab94:
***CONTINUATION***
I slept that day with an heart full of succor, happiness and glamour. That I'll finally become a student after the much anticipated wait on the List was actually the reason behind my elation.
Waking up the next day, after a long night, I was very much loved and cared for by my parents, giving credence to my newly elevated studentship status.
.
3rd December, 2013
It was the day i was billed to travel down to school. I left home very early as I got set for a very long journey. Traveling from Ibadan, Oyo State - Ilaro, Ogun State could be a very laborious job except otherwise. But in my own case anyway, I never mind.
After hitting the road, on a seemingly fast-paced journey, i got to Ilaro garage and jumped unto a bike. The bikeman drove off through Poly Road and dropped me in front of FPI. For the records, this is just the second time I'd be visiting FPI after my Post Utme Examination or so I thought. (Oga Flow1759 no vex say i dey use your cliche o.)
.
FLASH BACK (The Post Utme Exam)
Filled with happiness and anxiety, I was gradually drifting into subconsciousness as I exaggerated how my exams would be. I will read and read and read. Revise my notes, practise past questions, analyse tutorials etc all in prep for the FPI post utme exams looming ahead. I printed my acknowledgment slip and I got to know that i was fixed for Friday, August 31st, 2015. The D-day came but i'd then gone to stay with a brother Edris. (Do you remember him? You sure should, provided you read the begining of this story)
On the exam day, I was brimming with confidence as I proclaimed to myself: "Wahab, common, GO AND CATCH YOUR FUN!". We were driven into the campus after the Security Operatives had checked our Acknowledgement Slips, in loads. After which we entered the campus shuttle which conveyed us all to West Campus of the school. We got to the Block allotted for our various departments. I entered BLOCK AH, only to meet the full glare of Thousands of Post Utme Candidates, just like i'm one. I settled down and got ready for the exams. 30mins in, no exam script. 45mins gone, nothing. I later got to know that the exam was fixed for 11am. It was then I dropped my head on the table and slept a soft sleep. I slept and woke some mins to 11am and then reorganized myself. The exams finally began. It lasted 1hr 30mins, 50questions on an OBJ, OMR Sheet. Maths, English, Physics Chemistry and Biology were the subject combo. I walked my ass out on those Mathematics Questions but got little out of them. Exam is over. But who sigh? I completed answering the questions.
We drove out of the halls in rows as we chatted our way out of the Campus.
.
After a week, the results were released and guess what? I passed! 62% isn't quite bad a score. Is it?
.
BACK TO REALITY!
I proceed to the Multipurpose Hall to commence my Registrations. Getting there, I was aghast as i saw a lot of newly admitted peeps in there. I scrambled among the large number of freshers searching for Electrical Department. After a lot of up-and-down-walks, i sighted the goddamn department on the podium where a fairly old man in glasses sat, painstakingly attending to loads of other freshers. Now, let the Registration begin.
***To be Continued...

Carry on! you be my paddy

donifez:
2009 I came here..life was good,190 and cork made my day full.
2010 I registered, here I come..a don in the making,like chicks formed.

Auto section I plied,exotic cars there...then the scammers were slender but now seem fat.

Diary section made me laugh,skillet and others.. gave me the intellect staff.

Health and programming here I come, love both although programming won.

Business is here money must be made,never made a moolah..never burned the page.


Literature rocked like a denim jeans, then the stars became gloomy and darkness rings.

Poetry became an obsession, it was within...those rhythm threads helped me,they made my ink bled.

Npc came...I joined in the race,They are my family...although living in different place.

Tex,yusjet,Chike and tee..they fed me in my bed, laykorn,everest and jew are those I can call my friends.
Emmanuel my lawyer friend, flow 1759,Larry sun whose inks always bled.
I have a sheikh..his prayers are like pesticides always harming the pest.

Big ups bro

JigsawKillah:
I wonder why I write
My pains? My dreams?
Please say, tonight

Long before I came
Before I got a phone
But after I tasted 'caine

Royver brought me here
Then I saw Flow1759
Then never went nowhere

Heard the best rappers
Converge here, so I came
With my chapters

Ibime impressed me
Kr0ne stole my focus
When lost, Iceskidd redressed me

I wished I could write
Out my emotions
The writtens ignite

Then I met poetry, and stayed glued
Only then could I pen my thoughts
I stayed good

But the pen became crazy
Shot at my own fams
Jigs became Lazy

Could've found my path
But I lusted after
A Nairalander, my better half

Is there hope for me?
Do you know why I write?
Nobody?





Ooops!

Big ups to you

texanomaly:
Curiosity brought me to this place, and Flow1759 kept me in this space.
His Pidgin captured my attention
With "Man Wey Dey Reason".
And Nairaland became my home away from home.


Religion section is where I parked my chair. Popcorn in hand. What a motley band. It got "down and dirty" on many an occasion. Nuwell, Ishilove, Ujsizzle and all the rest. I think I loved the Atheists the best. MusKeeto, Mr. Troll, plaetton and my old friend LB. They put everyone to the test.


"Forum Games". I love that place. It fanned the flames. Harlos, obinoscopy, dre11, shayoor, shug, Jbluv55...and many more a face. Nairaland soon became my playground with all the fun I found. After work it's where I was bound.


I did a stint in "Family", "Health", "Romance" and even "Sexuality"! That sure shook my reality. Throughout this "land" is a wealth of information. No other Forum will soon be replacin' what Seun built and we've been chasin'.


Literature Section has always been my favorite. I escape everyday in Poetry. Firestar has raised the bar. llaykorn has been reborn and OMA4U sometimes makes me blue. My latest indulgence...NPC I hold in reverence. EverestDeBliu, timpaker, Buqqui, Donifez, Qaisar1 and Noble4U. My budz Yusjet and Cisse7575 too.


All in all, I've had a blast. There's one name I'll mention last. His name is Mynd...not a better friend I'll find. I hope to never leave this place behind. Nairaland...Its become my home, and favorite place to roam.


Nairaland is a place to be free.
There's something here for everyone.
Be who you want to be.
And oh yeah, I love the writing of LarrySun.
~Tex

Thanks Tex! Thats why you will always be my first wife

RIP Psalmwise



An Elegy


YOU ARE GREAT

Your pen lives on
Deep down, all i say is sleep on
Where is thy sting?
I ask again, where is Thy Sting?
You that sting in stun.


I wish you stayed a while.
I see your shadows from a mile.
Dear friend, Oh how i wish you stayed a while.
I see your smile
I see your smile from Heaven.

I know there is a writer's Heaven
I believe so.
Why?
Because writers are great.
You are great.

Yes you are great
As you walk down Heaven's gate
We pray for you, A prayer never late.
You are great.


Rest in peace to a strong man Psalmwise.
You live on!

I still need una votes oh! My beloved fans!

Ahmadgani:
The zoo shall not fall
Ammagedon shall rise
When the forsaken
Are forsaken again
There would be an uprising
From the dungeon of guilt
Something needed to be done
For unity is what we want

I Love you all, my fans!

I submitted my eatery for the mobile book shelf write and win competition. i need your votes desperately.

Here is it..........



THE MASTER
Captain Odache is the kind of Army officer that wears a gloomy look all the time, worst of while sleeping. His face? Well, his face could make a smiling baby cry. The stands six foot plus, huge, shoulder high, hardly smiles except when he hangs out with his friends to drink his favorite local brand “Brukutu”.
Anyone that hasn’t heard of “CO” in the cantonment could be pardoned for two reasons; one is that maybe the person is hard of hearing, or maybe the person is deaf out right.
“CO” is a lyric that sends shivers down the spines of inhabitants of the cantonment. He uses few words, works hard but drinks harder, better put; he is married to the bottle. In drums, his wife stores her tears every night because she couldn’t hold them back.
Mrs Helen Odache is the most dexterous Nurse in the cantonment’s Medical Response Service; a hospital for military personnel living in the cantonment, she loves her job as much as she loves her husband, but in turn, her husband loves “Booze” more than he loves her.
Festus met Helen his beautiful wife while he was in training as a cadet. The point of contact came when Festus sustained a major injury in training ground and was rushed to the clinic in camp. Helen took good care of him, fed him well, and made sure he never missed his drugs; little did she know that that same man would propose to her six months later after being commissioned as an Army Officer.

Eight years in marriage yet no Issue, Helen Odache held strong and was fervent in prayers. She so loved her maker that she was appointed the “Maama” of Christian Mothers Association in the Catholic Church, the same church her husband attends services only during Easter Sundays.
The Man Captain Festus Odache pledged to serve his beloved nation in sickness and in health, in lack and in riches, in weakness and in strength, till death path he and his job.
And that he was able to achieve so far Ten years in service.

Helen Odache wasn’t the best of wife to her husband, but she pledged to be the best to her children yet unborn if CO would let her. On nights CO decides to return early from his “drinking school”, Helen was beaten Blue black and at some other time Red blue. Misty eyes, she cries every night to heaven, but it seems heaven frowns back at her.
When they met back in the training camp Festus and Helen got so fond of each other that Festus “Frog jumped” almost every night because he was always caught chatting at a corner with Helen. At some point the punishment swayed to Helen who was suspended from taking care of cadets for two week and later on banned from the camp out right.

What pregnant Helen longed for was for the fetus she carried to see the light.



THE WORD
Lieutenant Colonel Musa Gambo commandant of 421 battalion that was stationed in Yolo Military cantonment where CO was the administrative officer as well as the self acclaimed “field officer”, was a dogged commander, his kind was indeed a hard nut to crack.
CO aside being the Admin officer of 421 battalion crowned himself the Field Officer of the cantonment; a position that before CO never existed.
“Attention!! At ease!” Lieutenant Colonel Gambo commanded parade himself that morning.
“It has been brought to my attention that some Officers go about extorting money from inhabitants of the cantonment and brutalizing them!” Lt Col. Gambo’s voice was loud enough and could be heard by all.
CO stood eyeballing and if wishes were Horses he would had wished a bulldozer ran over Lt Col. Gambo as he spoke.
“I will advise all involved to desist, and anybody caught would be punished, Officers inclusive! Am I clear?” Lt Col. Gambo ended his long sermon.
“as if you can!” CO said to himself.

As CO sat in his office he thought what he would do next to take over power from Lt Col. Gambo; a man he hated with a passion.
“what have I not done to put this Gambo of a boy to shame and render him powerless?”
“what have I not done yet?” CO said to himself, “he seems to be a hard nut to crack”
“I know what to do next!”
“If Adolf Hitler can do it, Yes I can do it” The assured himself as he stared unending at the portrait of the Adolf Hitler hung on the wall.

“morning sir!” Corporal Sabi saluted.
CO turned with a frown, “yes! What have I to do with you?” His thoughts blurred his eyes that he couldn’t see clearly to figure out who stood in front of him.
His mind returned and his first clear sight saw “Corporal Sabi” inscribed in the name tag hung in Sabi’s chest.
“Morning Corporal Sabi! Sit down!”
“any development?” He couldn’t wait for Corporal Sabi to settle.
“Yes sir! There is a development!” the nodding style of Corporal Sabi told CO that the development was negative.



ONE FOR THE MASTER, ONE FOR THE BOY
Earlier, CO had promised his “boys” good reward for their labour so far, and he had assured them lucrative positions should he become the cantonment commandant.
His boys, spare headed by Corporal Sabi has been responsible for extorting money from shop owners in the cantonment’s general market known as Mammy Market. Amongst their numerous mischiefs is receiving of bribe from dealers of illegal wares sold in the cantonment.

“where I is going?” Dogo yelled at an old woman about to enter the cantonment.
Dogo, a rather comic character in the cantonment was forty percent of the time always on duty manning the cantonment gate. He was the kind of soldier that couldn’t even spell his name not to talk of another person’s name, yet they gave the obligation to always call out roster of soldiers on duty to man the cantonment gate. Widely gap toothed yet always smiling, a slap from Dogo could make the one that received the slap confess the earth wasn’t spherical but square.
“going?” The rather surprised old woman lost words.
“no! coming!” Dogo yelled, “where I dey go!!”
“I” to Dogo meant “you” eighty percent of the time, and that confused the old woman that seems to be new in the cantonment.
“I say where I is go?” Lt Col. Gambo had warned severally that all Soldiers on duty must always speak good English. To obey that singular command was such a herculean task to our Dogo. The draconian punishment for defaulters when caught was to be locked up in the Military guard room. Dogo since enlisted in the Army has never spent a second in the guard room not to talk of a night; he has promised we would never be locked up in the guard room, not for breaking any law.
“I?”
“yes! Where is I going to?” Dogo erred confidently.
“I….I…… I” The old woman stammered.
“Talk!!!” Dogo thundered.
“I…….I….. I is going to sell for market” She spoke pidgin English.
“sell wetin?” Dogo yelled, “I think is all of una go to the market to sell Indian head abi?”
“me?”
“yes you! Are you not a Indian head dealer?” Our Dogo erred again.
“which one be Indian head again? See my head here na!” The rather confused old woman said.
“Oya I want to see your bag!” Dogo dragged the heavy sack the woman carried from her head.
“there is nothing there!” The woman returned.
“will you leave that old woman alone!” A voice was heard from afar.
The fearless Dogo turned to see who the “bloody civilian” was.
Bloody civilian the person was indeed; but more powerful than the dreaded Dogo.
“Morning ma!” Dogo saluted.
“Ma I just searching her bag!”
“ehennnnn! was that why you almost pushed her down?”
“no ma! I did not push her down!”
“common shut up! So I am lying now!”
“yes ma!” Dogo answered without thinking, “I mean! No ma!”
“will you leave her alone!”Aishatu, Lt Col. Gambo’s wife ordered.
“Madam please come let me drop you off” Aishatu offered.
Few hours later CO arrive the cantonment gate with so much pageantry, then he headed for his office after signaling Dogo that he needed to see him.

“morning sir!” Dogo saluted.
“Dogonyaro!! Sit down!” He beckoned, “how was today?”
“today was fine sir! But something happened………..”
“……that reminds me, has Corporal Sabi recovered from the ailment that struck him?”
“yes sir but he was giving two days off to recover well!” Dogo announced.
“haaaa! Two days is too much fa! Can’t he recover within 24 hours?” CO frowned, “who signed his off days?”
“Captain Udeme sir!” Dogo answered.
“ehnnnm! Udeme! That boy again!”
“ehennn! What did you say happened today?” CO asked.
“oga is Aishatu Gambo the commandant’s wife!”
“what happen to her? Has she carried out her threats?”
“she saw me in the gate disciplining a woman, and she shouted at me for me to leave the woman, and I tell her say the woman carry Indian head oh!”
“ehnnnen! Dogonyaro! Dogonyaro!!” CO smiled.
“yes oga!”
“which one is Indian head again?”
“indain head oga!” Dogo looked surprised, “don’t you know Indian head? That thing that all this small-small boys use to smoke”
“Dogo!” CO face changed gloomy.
“sir!” Dogo giggled lightly.
“come closer, I want to tell you something!” CO sounded casual.
As Dogo drew closer to CO, a thundering knock landed on Dogo’s head.
“aaaahh!! sir wetin I do?”
“you must be stupid for asking me that!”
“How many times will I tell you it is not Indian head but Indian hemp?”
“Indian heeeemppp!” it was a mouthful for Dogo.
“thank you for the correction sir!”
“so what did Aishatu do?”
“she said I should leave the old woman, that I am a stupid man!”
“really?”
“yes oga!”
“what did you do when she insulted you!”
“me? Oga I no do anything oh, she be commandant wife na!”
“and so what?” CO stood up abruptly.
What Dogo awaited was for another knock to land on his head, so he positioned well.
“oga I am just a Lance Corporal na! I no want make them sack me comot for Army!”
CO thought for a while and said: “don’t worry I know how to handle that woman!”
“so how much did you and the boys get today?”
“Oga e no plenty oh!” Dogo brought out the content of his pockets.
“how much?” CO needed to know.
“Is Forty thousand Naira sir!”
“what? Just Forty thousand naira?” CO frowned, “what have you been doing since morning?”
“sir many shop people no gree pay the gate-pass money oh!”

“lemme have it!” The frown in CO’s face turned smile on feeling the texture of the money.
“oga as Corporal Sabi no dey nahim make we no too make money today!”
“so Sabi must be around before you make good money?”
“yes sir! Sorry I mean.. No sir!”
After counting the money, CO said; “today the money you delivered is small, what do you want me to give to you in appreciation?”
“anything sir!”
“ok you know me na!!” He split the money.
“One for the Master……..”He pocketed a greater bulk of the money with him.
“…… And one for the boy” Giving Dogo the few left.



THE PLOT
CO did all he could to render the efforts of the cantonment commandant useless, sometimes he failed and at other times he succeeded. Lt Col. Gambo on his part knew who his enemy was yet he stayed put; the best he could do was to forward letters to the Army secretariat for CO to be posted out of the unit and very far from Yolo cantonment. All these letters were either ignored or not delivered at all, Lt Col Gambo’s best bet was that since CO’s Cousin was the chief of Army staff, CO’s consent needed to be sought after before he is been posted anywhere.

Weeks Later
“I think when I work out my posting to Saduna for peace keeping, you will go about sleeping with your numerous boyfriends without fear of been caught!!” CO slammed the door to his house after beating his wife Helen mercilessly again.

Months Later
“guys I was posted to Saduna for peace keeping!” CO announced as he and his friends sat drinking.
“really!” Abdul a Major was surprised.
“CO! CO!! I know when you return you be a really big boy” Amos a Captain said.
“no be small big boy oh! I will be paid in hard currency! You know as my cousin is the chief of Army staff, I am not going to Saduna to do anything” CO said, “I am going there to drink, chase after girls and club!”
“hahaha! You be correct jor!” Abdul laughed.

Three Months Later
Saduna was not as easy as CO thought it to be, he commanded a battalion of Paratroops that monitored from the skies for rebels attacking. His commander Major General Lawal was so draconian with anything that had to do with CO making him do the most herculean of tasks.
CO’s plan was that he was coming to Saduna to cool off, that peace had returned to the country; little did he know that the rebels were attacking full blown. CO was not the type that read the tabloid he would had known that two weeks before the troop landed in Saduna, the Rebel broke. But again, what was he to do? His name was already out at the Defense head quarter amongst those to be sent on peace keeping to Saduna in September.

Two Months Later
Back home rumor had it that the almighty CO was dead. Market women and shop owners jubilated and threw party in celebration of the falling of a mighty Iroko tree; the only tree a tough wind couldn’t toss.................................................. Continue reading here http://mobilebookshelf.com/one-for-the-master-and-one-for-the-boy-by-eke-ugochukwu-peter-flow1759/

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STILL I FLOW

Ezeebube2:
Exactly bro. I read flow's Barrack boy and Igbo boy wey like Yoruba as a guest here bt immediately he began Man wey de reason, I had to sign up on Naira land in other to comment cos I was wowed. na 4 flow story I sabi say no be only love fit lift person 10 ft off d ground

I Love you all my fans.

I need your vote on this short story i wrote so i can make to the finals. pls.........
Here is a faction of my entry for the mobilebookshelf write and win competion. Read and enjoy!

Enjoy and vote pls.


THE MASTER
Captain Odache is the kind of Army officer that wears a gloomy look all the time, worst of while sleeping. His face? Well, his face could make a smiling baby cry. The stands six foot plus, huge, shoulder high, hardly smiles except when he hangs out with his friends to drink his favorite local brand “Brukutu”.
Anyone that hasn’t heard of “CO” in the cantonment could be pardoned for two reasons; one is that maybe the person is hard of hearing, or maybe the person is deaf out right.
“CO” is a lyric that sends shivers down the spines of inhabitants of the cantonment. He uses few words, works hard but drinks harder, better put; he is married to the bottle. In drums, his wife stores her tears every night because she couldn’t hold them back.
Mrs Helen Odache is the most dexterous Nurse in the cantonment’s Medical Response Service; a hospital for military personnel living in the cantonment, she loves her job as much as she loves her husband, but in turn, her husband loves “Booze” more than he loves her.
Festus met Helen his beautiful wife while he was in training as a cadet. The point of contact came when Festus sustained a major injury in training ground and was rushed to the clinic in camp. Helen took good care of him, fed him well, and made sure he never missed his drugs; little did she know that that same man would propose to her six months later after being commissioned as an Army Officer.

Eight years in marriage yet no Issue, Helen Odache held strong and was fervent in prayers. She so loved her maker that she was appointed the “Maama” of Christian Mothers Association in the Catholic Church, the same church her husband attends services only during Easter Sundays.
The Man Captain Festus Odache pledged to serve his beloved nation in sickness and in health, in lack and in riches, in weakness and in strength, till death path he and his job.
And that he was able to achieve so far Ten years in service.

Helen Odache wasn’t the best of wife to her husband, but she pledged to be the best to her children yet unborn if CO would let her. On nights CO decides to return early from his “drinking school”, Helen was beaten Blue black and at some other time Red blue. Misty eyes, she cries every night to heaven, but it seems heaven frowns back at her.
When they met back in the training camp Festus and Helen got so fond of each other that Festus “Frog jumped” almost every night because he was always caught chatting at a corner with Helen. At some point the punishment swayed to Helen who was suspended from taking care of cadets for two week and later on banned from the camp out right.

What pregnant Helen longed for was for the fetus she carried to see the light.



THE WORD
Lieutenant Colonel Musa Gambo commandant of 421 battalion that was stationed in Yolo Military cantonment where CO was the administrative officer as well as the self acclaimed “field officer”, was a dogged commander, his kind was indeed a hard nut to crack.
CO aside being the Admin officer of 421 battalion crowned himself the Field Officer of the cantonment; a position that before CO never existed.
“Attention!! At ease!” Lieutenant Colonel Gambo commanded parade himself that morning.
“It has been brought to my attention that some Officers go about extorting money from inhabitants of the cantonment and brutalizing them!” Lt Col. Gambo’s voice was loud enough and could be heard by all.
CO stood eyeballing and if wishes were Horses he would had wished a bulldozer ran over Lt Col. Gambo as he spoke.
“I will advise all involved to desist, and anybody caught would be punished, Officers inclusive! Am I clear?” Lt Col. Gambo ended his long sermon.
“as if you can!” CO said to himself.

As CO sat in his office he thought what he would do next to take over power from Lt Col. Gambo; a man he hated with a passion.
“what have I not done to put this Gambo of a boy to shame and render him powerless?”
“what have I not done yet?” CO said to himself, “he seems to be a hard nut to crack”
“I know what to do next!”
“If Adolf Hitler can do it, Yes I can do it” The assured himself as he stared unending at the portrait of the Adolf Hitler hung on the wall.

“morning sir!” Corporal Sabi saluted.
CO turned with a frown, “yes! What have I to do with you?” His thoughts blurred his eyes that he couldn’t see clearly to figure out who stood in front of him.
His mind returned and his first clear sight saw “Corporal Sabi” inscribed in the name tag hung in Sabi’s chest.
“Morning Corporal Sabi! Sit down!”
“any development?” He couldn’t wait for Corporal Sabi to settle.
“Yes sir! There is a development!” the nodding style of Corporal Sabi told CO that the development was negative.



ONE FOR THE MASTER, ONE FOR THE BOY
Earlier, CO had promised his “boys” good reward for their labour so far, and he had assured them lucrative positions should he become the cantonment commandant.
His boys, spare headed by Corporal Sabi has been responsible for extorting money from shop owners in the cantonment’s general market known as Mammy Market. Amongst their numerous mischiefs is receiving of bribe from dealers of illegal wares sold in the cantonment.

“where I is going?” Dogo yelled at an old woman about to enter the cantonment.
Dogo, a rather comic character in the cantonment was forty percent of the time always on duty manning the cantonment gate. He was the kind of soldier that couldn’t even spell his name not to talk of another person’s name, yet they gave the obligation to always call out roster of soldiers on duty to man the cantonment gate. Widely gap toothed yet always smiling, a slap from Dogo could make the one that received the slap confess the earth wasn’t spherical but square.
“going?” The rather surprised old woman lost words.
“no! coming!” Dogo yelled, “where I dey go!!”
“I” to Dogo meant “you” eighty percent of the time, and that confused the old woman that seems to be new in the cantonment.
“I say where I is go?” Lt Col. Gambo had warned severally that all Soldiers on duty must always speak good English. To obey that singular command was such a herculean task to our Dogo. The draconian punishment for defaulters when caught was to be locked up in the Military guard room. Dogo since enlisted in the Army has never spent a second in the guard room not to talk of a night; he has promised we would never be locked up in the guard room, not for breaking any law.
“I?”
“yes! Where is I going to?” Dogo erred confidently.
“I….I…… I” The old woman stammered.
“Talk!!!” Dogo thundered.
“I…….I….. I is going to sell for market” She spoke pidgin English.
“sell wetin?” Dogo yelled, “I think is all of una go to the market to sell Indian head abi?”
“me?”
“yes you! Are you not a Indian head dealer?” Our Dogo erred again.
“which one be Indian head again? See my head here na!” The rather confused old woman said.
“Oya I want to see your bag!” Dogo dragged the heavy sack the woman carried from her head.
“there is nothing there!” The woman returned.
“will you leave that old woman alone!” A voice was heard from afar.
The fearless Dogo turned to see who the “bloody civilian” was.
Bloody civilian the person was indeed; but more powerful than the dreaded Dogo.
“Morning ma!” Dogo saluted.
“Ma I just searching her bag!”
“ehennnnn! was that why you almost pushed her down?”
“no ma! I did not push her down!”
“common shut up! So I am lying now!”
“yes ma!” Dogo answered without thinking, “I mean! No ma!”
“will you leave her alone!”Aishatu, Lt Col. Gambo’s wife ordered.
“Madam please come let me drop you off” Aishatu offered.
Few hours later CO arrive the cantonment gate with so much pageantry, then he headed for his office after signaling Dogo that he needed to see him.

“morning sir!” Dogo saluted.
“Dogonyaro!! Sit down!” He beckoned, “how was today?”
“today was fine sir! But something happened………..”
“……that reminds me, has Corporal Sabi recovered from the ailment that struck him?”
“yes sir but he was giving two days off to recover well!” Dogo announced.
“haaaa! Two days is too much fa! Can’t he recover within 24 hours?” CO frowned, “who signed his off days?”
“Captain Udeme sir!” Dogo answered.
“ehnnnm! Udeme! That boy again!”
“ehennn! What did you say happened today?” CO asked.
“oga is Aishatu Gambo the commandant’s wife!”
“what happen to her? Has she carried out her threats?”
“she saw me in the gate disciplining a woman, and she shouted at me for me to leave the woman, and I tell her say the woman carry Indian head oh!”
“ehnnnen! Dogonyaro! Dogonyaro!!” CO smiled.
“yes oga!”
“which one is Indian head again?”
“indain head oga!” Dogo looked surprised, “don’t you know Indian head? That thing that all this small-small boys use to smoke”
“Dogo!” CO face changed gloomy.
“sir!” Dogo giggled lightly.
“come closer, I want to tell you something!” CO sounded casual.
As Dogo drew closer to CO, a thundering knock landed on Dogo’s head.
“aaaahh!! sir wetin I do?”
“you must be stupid for asking me that!”
“How many times will I tell you it is not Indian head but Indian hemp?”
“Indian heeeemppp!” it was a mouthful for Dogo.
“thank you for the correction sir!”
“so what did Aishatu do?”
“she said I should leave the old woman, that I am a stupid man!”
“really?”
“yes oga!”
“what did you do when she insulted you!”
“me? Oga I no do anything oh, she be commandant wife na!”
“and so what?” CO stood up abruptly.
What Dogo awaited was for another knock to land on his head, so he positioned well.
“oga I am just a Lance Corporal na! I no want make them sack me comot for Army!”
CO thought for a while and said: “don’t worry I know how to handle that woman!”
“so how much did you and the boys get today?”
“Oga e no plenty oh!” Dogo brought out the content of his pockets.
“how much?” CO needed to know.
“Is Forty thousand Naira sir!”
“what? Just Forty thousand naira?” CO frowned, “what have you been doing since morning?”
“sir many shop people no gree pay the gate-pass money oh!”

“lemme have it!” The frown in CO’s face turned smile on feeling the texture of the money.
“oga as Corporal Sabi no dey nahim make we no too make money today!”
“so Sabi must be around before you make good money?”
“yes sir! Sorry I mean.. No sir!”
After counting the money, CO said; “today the money you delivered is small, what do you want me to give to you in appreciation?”
“anything sir!”
“ok you know me na!!” He split the money.
“One for the Master……..”He pocketed a greater bulk of the money with him.
“…… And one for the boy” Giving Dogo the few left.



THE PLOT
CO did all he could to render the efforts of the cantonment commandant useless, sometimes he failed and at other times he succeeded. Lt Col. Gambo on his part knew who his enemy was yet he stayed put; the best he could do was to forward letters to the Army secretariat for CO to be posted out of the unit and very far from Yolo cantonment. All these letters were either ignored or not delivered at all, Lt Col Gambo’s best bet was that since CO’s Cousin was the chief of Army staff, CO’s consent needed to be sought after before he is been posted anywhere.

Weeks Later
“I think when I work out my posting to Saduna for peace keeping, you will go about sleeping with your numerous boyfriends without fear of been caught!!” CO slammed the door to his house after beating his wife Helen mercilessly again.

Months Later
“guys I was posted to Saduna for peace keeping!” CO announced as he and his friends sat drinking.
“really!” Abdul a Major was surprised.
“CO! CO!! I know when you return you be a really big boy” Amos a Captain said.
“no be small big boy oh! I will be paid in hard currency! You know as my cousin is the chief of Army staff, I am not going to Saduna to do anything” CO said, “I am going there to drink, chase after girls and club!”
“hahaha! You be correct jor!” Abdul laughed.

Three Months Later
Saduna was not as easy as CO thought it to be, he commanded a battalion of Paratroops that monitored from the skies for rebels attacking. His commander Major General Lawal was so draconian with anything that had to do with CO making him do the most herculean of tasks.
CO’s plan was that he was coming to Saduna to cool off, that peace had returned to the country; little did he know that the rebels were attacking full blown. CO was not the type that read the tabloid he would had known that two weeks before the troop landed in Saduna, the Rebel broke. But again, what was he to do? His name was already out at the Defense head quarter amongst those to be sent on peace keeping to Saduna in September.

Two Months Later
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