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dainformant:
Nigerian troops while on clearance patrol along Banki junction on Monday encountered a Boko Haram terrorists ambush at Bolungu village which was successfully cleared. The troops killed all the 3 attackers and also recovered 1 Fabrique Nationale rifle with registration number UE16A86257 and 1G3 rifle with registration number 10f995, as well as 19 rounds of 7.62mm (NATO) ammunition.

Similarly, some element of the unit stationed in Mayanti encountered 2 fleeing Boko Haram terrorists from the villages cleared yesterday and killed 1 while trying to shot the troops and arrested the other. The arrested suspected terrorists has been making very useful statements. The troops recovered 5 bicycles, bags of grains and other items.

In a related development, the unit today, cleared more more Boko Haram terrorists enclaves and hideouts Gare village around Sambisa forest. During the operation, the troops killed 1 terrorist who attacked a soldier with cutlass and arrested 4 other suspected Boko Haram terrorist group members. The troops also rescued 36 persons, comprising 2 men, 9 women and 26 children and recovered 2 mobile telephone handset.

http://www.nationalhelm.com/2016/03/boko-haram-terrorists-ambush-nigerian.html

Cyojunior:
The broken home of the northern family.
In effortless ceremony, a man got hitched to his wife and
swiftly a family setting begun. In no time, Allah bless them
with a boy and joy raided the air.
Just as the boy clocks three years, he is escorted by the
father into the city to learn the Quran. Yes, a three year old
is forcefully pulled away from his mother to God knows
where! The father returns home to the embrace of his wife
in kulle. Putus -another baby is on the way as the first one is
left forgotten.
The mallam in his wisdom has been blessed by Allah and
using his economic dexterity, he sends the poor child into
the street to ask for arms. In the harshest of the street, the
3 years old boy learns survival instincts. He battles ruggedly
against unexpected elements. In no time, he becomes a
champion of the street.
Unfortunately, he is cut off from the affinity of family
bonds, he has no relations to share feelings with as this lad
is left for the street to mould him into her dictates. He
becomes vicious, angry and paranoid. To subdue his anger
against his mallam, he is told never to question his
conditions as it is Allah's will for him. He is told to hate
those who don't belong to his religion and with unmitigated
fury, he brews in anger against the people in the society.
With age catching up with him, the street becomes
uninhabitable for him. He can't longer beg because no one
give alms to an able bodied man. He resorts to crime-from
picking pockets to petty stealing and eventually to violent
crimes. He is completely a nuisance to the society. The lucky
ones amongst his peers are recruited into political thuggery
and others brainwashed into religious fundamentalism.
As the circle of the almajiri life continues, he is arrested for
any of the crimes above and made to serve jail terms. After
years in confinement, he comes out more bitter,frustrated
and hopeless. With no task to do, he takes to selling water
and ridding okada. Again, he continues his romance with
the streets.
Like a walking corpse, he moves around with fist of furry
and stained mind of hate. He is quick to start a fight
because he has nothing to lose. Because you are too
sophisticated to him, you treat him with disdain and quick
to pour verbal venom on him. In the blink of an eye, he
draws out his pocket knife and press it to your fine body.
While you writhe in pains, he flee into the streets because
that is where he belongs. You learn a lesson never to
engage the almajiri in a fight.
Suppressed eventually by age, he become weak in the
hustles of the streets and resort finally to begging as
curtain of life draws on him. As he battles to bid farewell to
his unfair life, he look back at the offspring of his groin -the
next almajiris of his legacy.
Tearfully musing

Cyojunior:
The broken home of the northern family.
In effortless ceremony, a man got hitched to his wife and
swiftly a family setting begun. In no time, Allah bless them
with a boy and joy raided the air.
Just as the boy clocks three years, he is escorted by the
father into the city to learn the Quran. Yes, a three year old
is forcefully pulled away from his mother to God knows
where! The father returns home to the embrace of his wife
in kulle. Putus -another baby is on the way as the first one is
left forgotten.
The mallam in his wisdom has been blessed by Allah and
using his economic dexterity, he sends the poor child into
the street to ask for arms. In the harshest of the street, the
3 years old boy learns survival instincts. He battles ruggedly
against unexpected elements. In no time, he becomes a
champion of the street.
Unfortunately, he is cut off from the affinity of family
bonds, he has no relations to share feelings with as this lad
is left for the street to mould him into her dictates. He
becomes vicious, angry and paranoid. To subdue his anger
against his mallam, he is told never to question his
conditions as it is Allah's will for him. He is told to hate
those who don't belong to his religion and with unmitigated
fury, he brews in anger against the people in the society.
With age catching up with him, the street becomes
uninhabitable for him. He can't longer beg because no one
give alms to an able bodied man. He resorts to crime-from
picking pockets to petty stealing and eventually to violent
crimes. He is completely a nuisance to the society. The lucky
ones amongst his peers are recruited into political thuggery
and others brainwashed into religious fundamentalism.
As the circle of the almajiri life continues, he is arrested for
any of the crimes above and made to serve jail terms. After
years in confinement, he comes out more bitter,frustrated
and hopeless. With no task to do, he takes to selling water
and ridding okada. Again, he continues his romance with
the streets.
Like a walking corpse, he moves around with fist of furry
and stained mind of hate. He is quick to start a fight
because he has nothing to lose. Because you are too
sophisticated to him, you treat him with disdain and quick
to pour verbal venom on him. In the blink of an eye, he
draws out his pocket knife and press it to your fine body.
While you writhe in pains, he flee into the streets because
that is where he belongs. You learn a lesson never to
engage the almajiri in a fight.
Suppressed eventually by age, he become weak in the
hustles of the streets and resort finally to begging as
curtain of life draws on him. As he battles to bid farewell to
his unfair life, he look back at the offspring of his groin -the
next almajiris of his legacy.
Tearfully musing

Flets:
We understand NA is playing the media game but must be played sensibly.

One corpse, two rifles, three bicycles, bags of food and a story about attempted ambush by bokoharam...... yet one corpse with pics taken from diff angles.

I can interpret this as a farmer murdered in cold blood. Same scenery and storyline.

Nigeria deserves truth at this time. Lies have done us much harm.

Cyojunior:
The broken home of the northern family.
In effortless ceremony, a man got hitched to his wife and
swiftly a family setting begun. In no time, Allah bless them
with a boy and joy raided the air.
Just as the boy clocks three years, he is escorted by the
father into the city to learn the Quran. Yes, a three year old
is forcefully pulled away from his mother to God knows
where! The father returns home to the embrace of his wife
in kulle. Putus -another baby is on the way as the first one is
left forgotten.
The mallam in his wisdom has been blessed by Allah and
using his economic dexterity, he sends the poor child into
the street to ask for arms. In the harshest of the street, the
3 years old boy learns survival instincts. He battles ruggedly
against unexpected elements. In no time, he becomes a
champion of the street.
Unfortunately, he is cut off from the affinity of family
bonds, he has no relations to share feelings with as this lad
is left for the street to mould him into her dictates. He
becomes vicious, angry and paranoid. To subdue his anger
against his mallam, he is told never to question his
conditions as it is Allah's will for him. He is told to hate
those who don't belong to his religion and with unmitigated
fury, he brews in anger against the people in the society.
With age catching up with him, the street becomes
uninhabitable for him. He can't longer beg because no one
give alms to an able bodied man. He resorts to crime-from
picking pockets to petty stealing and eventually to violent
crimes. He is completely a nuisance to the society. The lucky
ones amongst his peers are recruited into political thuggery
and others brainwashed into religious fundamentalism.
As the circle of the almajiri life continues, he is arrested for
any of the crimes above and made to serve jail terms. After
years in confinement, he comes out more bitter,frustrated
and hopeless. With no task to do, he takes to selling water
and ridding okada. Again, he continues his romance with
the streets.
Like a walking corpse, he moves around with fist of furry
and stained mind of hate. He is quick to start a fight
because he has nothing to lose. Because you are too
sophisticated to him, you treat him with disdain and quick
to pour verbal venom on him. In the blink of an eye, he
draws out his pocket knife and press it to your fine body.
While you writhe in pains, he flee into the streets because
that is where he belongs. You learn a lesson never to
engage the almajiri in a fight.
Suppressed eventually by age, he become weak in the
hustles of the streets and resort finally to begging as
curtain of life draws on him. As he battles to bid farewell to
his unfair life, he look back at the offspring of his groin -the
next almajiris of his legacy.
Tearfully musing

Flets:
We understand NA is playing the media game but must be played sensibly.

One corpse, two rifles, three bicycles, bags of food and a story about attempted ambush by bokoharam...... yet one corpse with pics taken from diff angles.

I can interpret this as a farmer murdered in cold blood. Same scenery and storyline.

Nigeria deserves truth at this time. Lies have done us much harm.

omooba969:
Please ensure to reference & give credit to main writer of this beautiful work ok!

It is not your work & you know it.

YOU COPIED IT FROM FACEBOOK !!!

Flets:
We understand NA is playing the media game but must be played sensibly.

One corpse, two rifles, three bicycles, bags of food and a story about attempted ambush by bokoharam...... yet one corpse with pics taken from diff angles.

I can interpret this as a farmer murdered in cold blood. Same scenery and storyline.

Nigeria deserves truth at this time. Lies have done us much harm.

Dollyak:
Do you have a link to the source? Perhaps there is more to the perspective of the writer, so I prefer to see the raw form.

gudluckgreat:
Manchi no be small...

When trouble sleep inyanga go wake am... Wetin e dey find?

Flets:
We understand NA is playing the media game but must be played sensibly.

One corpse, two rifles, three bicycles, bags of food and a story about attempted ambush by bokoharam...... yet one corpse with pics taken from diff angles.

I can interpret this as a farmer murdered in cold blood. Same scenery and storyline.

Nigeria deserves truth at this time. Lies have done us much harm.

vedaxcool:
Wailing zombies be like we won't take it Buhari is killing our members we will take him to icc. another wailer bites the dust.

Cyojunior:
The broken home of the northern family.
In effortless ceremony, a man got hitched to his wife and
swiftly a family setting begun. In no time, Allah bless them
with a boy and joy raided the air.
Just as the boy clocks three years, he is escorted by the
father into the city to learn the Quran. Yes, a three year old
is forcefully pulled away from his mother to God knows
where! The father returns home to the embrace of his wife
in kulle. Putus -another baby is on the way as the first one is
left forgotten.
The mallam in his wisdom has been blessed by Allah and
using his economic dexterity, he sends the poor child into
the street to ask for arms. In the harshest of the street, the
3 years old boy learns survival instincts. He battles ruggedly
against unexpected elements. In no time, he becomes a
champion of the street.
Unfortunately, he is cut off from the affinity of family
bonds, he has no relations to share feelings with as this lad
is left for the street to mould him into her dictates. He
becomes vicious, angry and paranoid. To subdue his anger
against his mallam, he is told never to question his
conditions as it is Allah's will for him. He is told to hate
those who don't belong to his religion and with unmitigated
fury, he brews in anger against the people in the society.
With age catching up with him, the street becomes
uninhabitable for him. He can't longer beg because no one
give alms to an able bodied man. He resorts to crime-from
picking pockets to petty stealing and eventually to violent
crimes. He is completely a nuisance to the society. The lucky
ones amongst his peers are recruited into political thuggery
and others brainwashed into religious fundamentalism.
As the circle of the almajiri life continues, he is arrested for
any of the crimes above and made to serve jail terms. After
years in confinement, he comes out more bitter,frustrated
and hopeless. With no task to do, he takes to selling water
and ridding okada. Again, he continues his romance with
the streets.
Like a walking corpse, he moves around with fist of furry
and stained mind of hate. He is quick to start a fight
because he has nothing to lose. Because you are too
sophisticated to him, you treat him with disdain and quick
to pour verbal venom on him. In the blink of an eye, he
draws out his pocket knife and press it to your fine body.
While you writhe in pains, he flee into the streets because
that is where he belongs. You learn a lesson never to
engage the almajiri in a fight.
Suppressed eventually by age, he become weak in the
hustles of the streets and resort finally to begging as
curtain of life draws on him. As he battles to bid farewell to
his unfair life, he look back at the offspring of his groin -the
next almajiris of his legacy.
Tearfully musing

Cyojunior:
The broken home of the northern family. In effortless ceremony, a man got hitched to his wife and swiftly a family setting begun. In no time, Allah bless them with a boy and joy raided the air. Just as the boy clocks three years, he is escorted by the father into the city to learn the Quran. Yes, a three year old is forcefully pulled away from his mother to God knows where! The father returns home to the embrace of his wife in kulle. Putus -another baby is on the way as the first one is left forgotten. The mallam in his wisdom has been blessed by Allah and using his economic dexterity, he sends the poor child into the street to ask for arms. In the harshest of the street, the 3 years old boy learns survival instincts. He battles ruggedly against unexpected elements. In no time, he becomes a champion of the street. Unfortunately, he is cut off from the affinity of family bonds, he has no relations to share feelings with as this lad is left for the street to mould him into her dictates. He becomes vicious, angry and paranoid. To subdue his anger against his mallam, he is told never to question his conditions as it is Allah's will for him. He is told to hate those who don't belong to his religion and with unmitigated fury, he brews in anger against the people in the society. With age catching up with him, the street becomes uninhabitable for him. He can't longer beg because no one give alms to an able bodied man. He resorts to crime-from picking pockets to petty stealing and eventually to violent crimes. He is completely a nuisance to the society. The lucky ones amongst his peers are recruited into political thuggery and others brainwashed into religious fundamentalism. As the circle of the almajiri life continues, he is arrested for any of the crimes above and made to serve jail terms. After years in confinement, he comes out more bitter,frustrated and hopeless. With no task to do, he takes to selling water and ridding okada. Again, he continues his romance with the streets. Like a walking corpse, he moves around with fist of furry and stained mind of hate. He is quick to start a fight because he has nothing to lose. Because you are too sophisticated to him, you treat him with disdain and quick to pour verbal venom on him. In the blink of an eye, he draws out his pocket knife and press it to your fine body. While you writhe in pains, he flee into the streets because that is where he belongs. You learn a lesson never to engage the almajiri in a fight. Suppressed eventually by age, he become weak in the hustles of the streets and resort finally to begging as curtain of life draws on him. As he battles to bid farewell to his unfair life, he look back at the offspring of his groin -the next almajiris of his legacy. Tearfully musing

ekseel:
I agree with you 100%, that guy will probably be a farmer

dainformant:
Nigerian troops while on clearance patrol along Banki junction on Monday encountered a Boko Haram terrorists ambush at Bolungu village which was successfully cleared. The troops killed all the 3 attackers and also recovered 1 Fabrique Nationale rifle with registration number UE16A86257 and 1G3 rifle with registration number 10f995, as well as 19 rounds of 7.62mm (NATO) ammunition.

Similarly, some element of the unit stationed in Mayanti encountered 2 fleeing Boko Haram terrorists from the villages cleared yesterday and killed 1 while trying to shot the troops and arrested the other. The arrested suspected terrorists has been making very useful statements. The troops recovered 5 bicycles, bags of grains and other items.

In a related development, the unit today, cleared more more Boko Haram terrorists enclaves and hideouts Gare village around Sambisa forest. During the operation, the troops killed 1 terrorist who attacked a soldier with cutlass and arrested 4 other suspected Boko Haram terrorist group members. The troops also rescued 36 persons, comprising 2 men, 9 women and 26 children and recovered 2 mobile telephone handset.

http://www.nationalhelm.com/2016/03/boko-haram-terrorists-ambush-nigerian.html

Cyojunior:
The broken home of the northern family.
In effortless ceremony, a man got hitched to his wife and
swiftly a family setting begun. In no time, Allah bless them
with a boy and joy raided the air.
Just as the boy clocks three years, he is escorted by the
father into the city to learn the Quran. Yes, a three year old
is forcefully pulled away from his mother to God knows
where! The father returns home to the embrace of his wife
in kulle. Putus -another baby is on the way as the first one is
left forgotten.
The mallam in his wisdom has been blessed by Allah and
using his economic dexterity, he sends the poor child into
the street to ask for arms. In the harshest of the street, the
3 years old boy learns survival instincts. He battles ruggedly
against unexpected elements. In no time, he becomes a
champion of the street.
Unfortunately, he is cut off from the affinity of family
bonds, he has no relations to share feelings with as this lad
is left for the street to mould him into her dictates. He
becomes vicious, angry and paranoid. To subdue his anger
against his mallam, he is told never to question his
conditions as it is Allah's will for him. He is told to hate
those who don't belong to his religion and with unmitigated
fury, he brews in anger against the people in the society.
With age catching up with him, the street becomes
uninhabitable for him. He can't longer beg because no one
give alms to an able bodied man. He resorts to crime-from
picking pockets to petty stealing and eventually to violent
crimes. He is completely a nuisance to the society. The lucky
ones amongst his peers are recruited into political thuggery
and others brainwashed into religious fundamentalism.
As the circle of the almajiri life continues, he is arrested for
any of the crimes above and made to serve jail terms. After
years in confinement, he comes out more bitter,frustrated
and hopeless. With no task to do, he takes to selling water
and ridding okada. Again, he continues his romance with
the streets.
Like a walking corpse, he moves around with fist of furry
and stained mind of hate. He is quick to start a fight
because he has nothing to lose. Because you are too
sophisticated to him, you treat him with disdain and quick
to pour verbal venom on him. In the blink of an eye, he
draws out his pocket knife and press it to your fine body.
While you writhe in pains, he flee into the streets because
that is where he belongs. You learn a lesson never to
engage the almajiri in a fight.
Suppressed eventually by age, he become weak in the
hustles of the streets and resort finally to begging as
curtain of life draws on him. As he battles to bid farewell to
his unfair life, he look back at the offspring of his groin -the
next almajiris of his legacy.
Tearfully musing