Thorns In My Boot....a Soldiers Travail

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@Pheranmmie041 z nt wickedns, I'm tryin 2 shw kindns, cuz d Bible says luv ur nebo as u luv ur slf . . . @Victoriouschild as I rush lik Russian wan com read d tori, na e I com 4gt am . . . @Ele1 I knw u r jst talkin out of pain, bt sincerely I didn't min any harm, I ws tryin 2 help. I liv d choir stnd jst 2 gt u somtin 2 sit, insted of bein gr8fl u seize d opportunity 2 inslt me. No quam. Afta all male dog na persn stil dey train am.

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Catch up.......hmmmmmm oya make u fire on jare somkhid

dis is what is called suffering

The kind of drilling wey dem go drill you for being odd will make you remember yr dead father

EPISODE 3 [b] We ran the race in batches of fifty persons, male and female. I came back the fifth position in my batch. Running had never been an issue for me, I grew up in the Village so hunting games in the forest had prepared me for the race, the only difference was that here I was running on plane and smooth terrain as we ran round the circumference of the Barracks. Upon arrival, our names and details were recorded in a hard cover note book, the names of the first ten persons were recorded while others were declared disqualified instantly and were advised to leave the barracks immediately. We were then taken inside the Gymnasium for push- ups and sit-up exercises. I did well in all the physical exercises while more Persons were disqualified. At the end of the day, forty of us qualified from all the batches and were eligible for medical test the next day. I could not go home that day because we had to report at the military hospital early in the morning with our early morning urine and sample of our feces, this was to be collected before we taste anything in the morning. I knew my Mother would be very worried at my absence from the house and I also knew that Baba Miko would have questions to answer. I had never slept outside the House in all my growing up life. Mama at this stage did not know of my plans to join the Army. I wanted it to be a surprise to her, I knew she would oppose the idea but Bab Miko had encouraged me to go all the way as there was nothing to lose if I fail, he also told me that I had to take certain decisions as a man without seeking my Mother’s opinion. After four days at Ede barracks, I was among the Fifteen Boys and two girls of Osun state Origin that were short listed for the 1990 Nigerian Army recruitment exercise. We were to gather together in two weeks at the Barracks from where we would be driven to Zaria for a nine months training at the “Land of no going back.” I went back home and went straight to the building site to meet Baba Miko but was shocked to see my Mother seated at a corner with swollen face, she had her scarf tied to her waist and she was bare footed. Immediately she saw me, she stood up and started walking away. Oya! Oya! Just be going with your Mother like that! Baba Miko said: pointing at my Mother’s direction. I knew better than say anything or apologizing to Baba Miko at that moment because I knew what my Mother must have put him through. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………… It was a herculean task convincing my Mother to let me go to Zaria for the recruitment exercise, whenever I remember the drama that ensued in the house on the day I finally left Esa-Odo to meet our contingent at Ede, I weep. A mother’s love for her Child is pure. Mother and Son wept inconsolably, Villagers were gathered to see me off as well as proffer several pieces of advice. The Villagers kept singing into my head “Ma gbagbe Iya e o!” do not forget your Mother o! Of course I am all she had lived for, how can I possibly forget her? I have no other person in the world but her, we lived for each other, but I needed to go and see the bigger world outside my Cocoon. [/b]

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EPISODE 4 [b] The Land of no going back I spent nine months at the Nigerian Army recruitment Training depot Zaria and I survived it. I went to hell and returned. I was in the Charley Company, the yellow Company. My head was shaven and it was taboo to allow hair grow on it. All my belongings were separated from me, I was given some pairs of military uniforms and sports wears, and every other material used there was made for the Army, from basic utensils to toiletries. The torture and suffering at the depot was incomparable. We were reduced to nothing by the military instructors. We were flogged like Cattles whenever we erred, if a Man derails during the training, all members of his team suffer for it and one Man’s victory is equally everyman’s. That is why you do not insult or assault a Soldier in public because every Soldier within the vicinity will fight for him. The weather did not help matters, when it was cold; it was extreme and when it was hot, was like a furnace. It was nine months in hell, I had no visitor from home, even though I expected none, I secretly wished for a surprise visit from my Mother especially when other recruits receive visitors that bring them Garri and Kulikuli (Baked groundnut) I had learnt to manage hunger right from Child hood because I was brought up in perpetual want and need. But I never missed my meals at the depot, I do not do anything that would make me to forfeit my meal and I take it personal with any member of my team that causes any situation that would make me to miss my meal. Some recruits skip their meals and use the period to rest since they have alternative. I could not afford that luxury. My mind was just fixed on the P.O.P day. I knew the phase would pass someday. Many of us could not cope with the rigours of the “land of no going back” as the depot was tagged. Some ran away while some left on medical grounds. I could n not do either as I had nowhere to run to, as long as there were still some recruits who could endure this travail to the end, then I must be amongst them. I fell ill about four times: the first was as a result of blood clot in my ears, we were made to sit on our heads for three hours, some instructors stood by with Kobokos in their hands flogging and kicking anyone that falls down back into position, the position is like this, we were spread on the parade ground, the ground is made of coal tar and gravel chippings so it is rough and jagged. We squat with our palms on the ground, the we tilt forward and plant our shinning heads on the ground, we then raise up our buttocks using our hands for support till we form an ”A’” shape, then we stretch our hands backwards behind our backs and clasps our palms together consequently the weight of the upper body is shifted to the head, in a couple of minutes we begin to shake all over sweating profusely and wailing, it is even made worse when we are compelled to be singing while under such in human posture “Go and tell my Mother that I am doing well” is the ironic song we normally sing under any punitive situation. At the end of such session, it is common to see some of us rush to the M.R.S (Clinic) to pull out chipping from the head or to clean up blood dripping from the Nose or ear, there is also this disconnection between your lower and upper body that you need to lie down for some time to allow the normal flow of blood through your body system. It is also a very common sight to see recruits with plastered head or bandaged joint in the depot. We lost eleven recruits to incidents during my set at depot. Some fell from height during the obstacle crossing exercise and broke their necks, some died out of exhaustion and dehydration while trying to run the almighty twenty Miles marathon race, some also died as a result of infectious diseases contacted in the depot. Majority of us had infections at different times, wearing of Boots for almost fourteen hours daily both under rain and shine led most of us to develop foot rot or Athletes foot as it is called. The odor that oozes out from our Boots when we pull it remains indelible in my memory; the supply of foot powder given to us could not help. Scabies was another infection that was rampant at the depot. I contacted it because I could wear an under wear for days without washing it, though my Khaki uniform was always clean because physical appearance mattered a lot, you have to look smart always even though you could be soaked in a pool of dirty water any minute, I was always itching, whenever my hands goes into my trousers pockets, I scratch till It hurts, I had blisters all over me, the whole of my back, my buttocks, my crouch, I had sores all over me. My worse moments were when we were on parade ground at attention and the itchy sensation begins, my Gawd! You dare not move while at attention, and my balls and buttocks are itching crazy, it is better experienced than described. On completion of the five miles marathon race, I lost the use of my limbs for four days, I was given a set of Crotches with which I limped and attended to other activities, about twenty of us got Crotches after that race, some refused to let go of their crotches even when it was evident their legs were okay, some insisted they needed to go home for alternative medical attention, while some had their Crotches taken away while they were asleep at night, naturally they started using their legs again. Another incident that took me to the Hospital was food poisoning. Fifty percent of the recruits were defecating and vomiting after a meal of Beans and yam at night. It was an emergency situation as there were screams from every quarter of the Depot, it was a very terrible experience, I never knew a stomach ache that painful, it was excruciating, and I was defecating uncontrollably like a tap of water left running. We were rushed to the Hospital in batches as all the Staff and Soldiers of the Medical Corps were summoned to work that night, by morning we lost five recruits to Food poisoning. The panel of enquiry set up by the Army to investigate the incident came up with the fact that the beans we ate that night was still fresh with the chemical used to preserve it. After nine months, I had added five inches to my height, I was lanky and gaunt, I had learnt how to smoke cigarettes and Igbo (Marijuana) I was not addicted to Igbo though and that was because of the consequences of smoking with an empty stomach. I never had food in my Locker, I only depended on food served us at the Canteen so I only smoked before meals time, the good thing about Igbo was that it makes the Mountains in your life become valleys, after smoking some joints together, we begin to reason together and justify the hardship in the depot as a means of toughening us, we began to plan on how to deal with any bloody Civilian that messes with us when we get to the real world. That is why it is common to see Soldiers soaking Civilians in Gutters or giving them Frog jump drills whenever they have such opportunity. The summary of all we learnt at the depot was to kill. That’s all! Every training was channeled towards how to kill an enemy either you are armed or not. The D day came and we graduated. The Passing out parade was very colourful and awesome. We were posted into various units across the Country. I was drafted into the Signals Corps and was posted to the 82nd Division with HQ in Enugu. Sixty three of us were posted to the 82nd Division; we were conveyed by two Army branded Coastal Buses from Kaduna to Enugu, a banner with the inscription “Beware! Hungry Dragons” was tied to the front of the First Bus. We belonged to the Dragon Division. Everywhere we stopped en route Enugu, we wrecked havoc. With ugly bald heads, blood shot eyes; we grabbed food stuffs from Hawkers and gnawed without paying for the Items. Even when we stopped to refill our Gas at a Petrol station, we ordered the Driver not to pay a dime to the attendant, we were Government Children! “Government Pikin” we stopped at Lokoja to eat, there was a cheap Brothel by the eatery, we entered the Brothel and took advantage of the unsuspecting Prostitutes, they were throwing stones at our Bus and swearing at us as we zoomed out of Lokoja like Rebels. We drank cheap hot drinks and smoked all the way to Enugu. Freedom is a sweet thing to experience, I was eventually free or so I had thought. We reported at the divisional HQ for detailing and debriefing by the colonel G.S. he welcomed us into the real military world and gave us orientation on the scope of operations of the Division. The division covered the whole of eastern and southern Nigeria including the middle belt. We were further posted to various units within the division. I was retained in the capital City under the command of Colonel Asemota the Commanding Officer of the Signals Corps. All I had in life was in the “Ghana must go” bag that I carried to the depot, it was returned to me intact at the end of the training at Kaduna and that was all I had as I settled into the two room Apartment given to me in the Barracks. I was happy to have a roof over my head, a real house, not the patched mud house I grew up in at Esa Odo. I had a toilet and a bathroom and a Kitchen all to myself! Free of Charge! No bills to pay, it was like a dream, I wished not to wake from this dream, I pinched myself hard and it hurt, then I knew it was not a dream, I screamed out loud then I knelt down and said a prayer to God, I did not pray throughout my stay at the depot but on this day, I was sure I had survived. I thanked God for his protection and I begged God to forgive all my short comings. I prayed to God to keep my Mother safe for me, even though I was sure she was on her knees praying for me at the same moment, at times when I had wanted to pray at the depot, I imagined my Mother was doing same on my behalf so I used such time for something else. With the little allowance I had with me, I went to the mammy Market and purchased some basic house hold stuffs, especially cooking utensils. I could not buy a mattress so I made do with my Military Blanket on the floor. I was waiting for the payment of our nine months salaries accumulated while on training. It would be paid in bulk to us so we can start life with it after which we would rely only on our monthly salaries. After a week of reporting to Enugu, I was granted one week pass to go home and see my family, I did not have enough money on me so my R.S.M lent me the sum of five hundred naira, and it was a huge amount as at December 1990. I travelled home to see the only one Person in my life, my Mother. [/b]

tanx PIZZARO 4 de iv , @Somhkid fire on,

@pizzaro thanks for the mention omo me just dey follow the story like raid take they follow mosquitoe fa.

d story iz wow,

d story iz wow, , , , , , , ,first to c'ment again today ,

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ha oloun... @somkhid u for no stop 4 dia nah.. me luv wat me seein @ d same time me luv wat me readinq #wahyasay

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wow iya ki se omi obe baba majekin jiya laye mi

Loving this story mur.. Hopin u will meet ur moda a life... Nxt plz...

Dis story really moves mountain o

Hmmmmmmm hope ur mother z not dead sha

waow...i luv dis story..well done @somkhid

eyah! :( all is well that ends way .. odikwa alright my dear

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Episode 5 [b] I was anxious throughout the journey home. I wished the driver could run faster, I felt like taking over the steering from him but I had not known how to drive then, I looked at the speedometer and saw that the man was on 120 km/h already. I had butterflies in my stomach; I would laugh out of excitement at intervals when I think of the reaction I would get from my kinsmen upon reaching the Village. I know some passengers in the bus were nervous whenever I gave out my intermittent chuckles, they might be thinking I am not sane. The Bus stopped at Ilesha at past two o’clock and I joined a taxi to Ijebu jesha from where I joined another taxi to my village Esa Odo, I dropped at the Market junction in the Village which is along the road to Ilare. I was fully cladded in my military uniform, my Boots were sparkling in the Sun, my green khaki stood still as if it was carved out of wood, I re positioned my beret perfectly on my head as I began to march towards my house like a robot cop. The crowd grew as I marched home wards, I could hear whispers from women and Children all around me, I did not look sideways, I heard my name spoken, some were doubting if it was Ojo, some say it is Makanjuola, others whispered Stephen. I also heard someone whispered “is this not the son of Iya oloju kan?” it is him! Another answered, it is wa pa! (Short for wa pami loni) Then why is he walking like this? Another asked. Why are you asking me? Look at him before you! Ask him yourself! Another person countered. I was hearing all they were saying but I was not seeing them, I was looking at my house at the distance. Don’t you know they give them a certain injection when they join the Army? Someone proffered. And so what? Another challenged. What has that got to do with the way he is walking! Is he a robot? Why are his arms spread as if he wants to fly? And why is his chin so raised and he is not even looking sideways! Ha! Alaba watch your mouth o! Don’t you know what they call Sojas during the war? Kill and go! He is in a Killer mood now o! He can kill any one of us now if he has a gun! Ha! Olorun maje! (God forbid) who will give him a gun here? And why would he kill us? Is this a battle field? The crowd grew, the whispers became murmurs, the murmurs became clatters, soon it was noise all over me, and I kept walking as they run along to meet my pace. I kept walking, I saw her from afar, she was seated plaiting someone’s hair, two other women sat on a bench opposite her, they had Trays on their laps and their hands were busy. I increased my pace, I wanted to run, I couldn’t, I wanted to call her but my tongue was tied, my head was swelling, my vision was blurring, the tears dripped freely as I began to jog towards my mother. She rose from afar, I saw her rise, and she looked towards my direction, our direction, me and my crowd. She sat down and continued her work. She stood up almost immediately she used her hands to block the sun rays from her eyes as she started towards my direction, some children had already run to meet her and were talking to her. She started towards me, her wrapper loosened and dropped on the ground as she limped toward me, she limped , she jumped and she slumped as she was trying to reach me, I screamed “Mama!” she got up and limped quickly towards me shouting my name. We met; we locked in an inseparable embrace. I had never cried like that in all my life. We clung to each other for over ten minutes crying. Other women present at the scene were crying too and rendering my ancestral praises. I found strength and lifted my fragile Mother off her feet, I carried her like a baby and marched towards the house, she clung to me with her head on my chest crying, we got home and I gently placed her on the chair she was sitting before my arrival while I sat on a stool close to her and cleaning her tears with my immaculate white handkerchief. My Son you have changed! She managed to say I know mama I replied Shh! someone hushed the crowd: iya ati omo nsoro! E dake yin! (Mother and Child are talking! Be quiet!) What happened to your legs mama? I asked: you were limping! Before she could open her mouth, someone offered She tripped and fell on her way from the early morning stream! She had a big pot of water on her head, it was still dark! Another offered It was very serious o! A third person said: we thank God for Baba Miko and Okoro the Igbo Chemist! Your mother could not walk for four good days! A fourth person said: your mother does not eat else she would have recovered fully! The first person said: how would the drugs administered on her work when she does not eat food? When we beg her to eat, she says she heard that there is hunger at the Army training ground; she said we should help her take the food to you instead! She said she cannot bring herself to eat when you are hungry and suffering. I nodded my head affirming all that was said, which is typical of my Mother. I pulled her closer: hope you will eat now mama? I asked Yes my son! I will eat! In fact I am hungry now! She said Mama got up and stamped her feet twice on the floor, she placed her hands on her waist and wriggled it severally then she walked briskly towards the room Let me get some food to eat and then take my drugs! Can’t you see I can walk well now? She asked. The shout from the crowd was understandable, it was a miracle, and my presence had healed mama. [/b]

Eeyah mother and son relationship!...she really missed you.... those villagers are really funny... lolzzzz...

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Hmmmmm

So happy 4 both of u mother nd son...

Wow!a mothers love.......

Ma guy dey killa mode

Chaiii.... Those villagers dont knw wot u can do to dem now .... Nna eh ur momsie can preteeend?? ...jex lyk dat she started walking well .... Even miracles dont happen dat way

Mothers are so attached to their sons eeeeh! Just look at how she got healed just cos you are now with her. It's time to take a good care of her now that you are better off

tears of joy...

mummy love for her child is unmovable I love u mum , nice of u to be updating everyday @somkhid following bumper to bumper

Indeed is a miracle

OMG!!!! , Any1 wit white handkerchief here pls?

Hmmmm wat a moda love 4 a child.. Getin mur interesting.. Nxt plz

Hmmmm, mother's love

Hmmmmmm motherly love

d old woman don miss im pikin die..ahh awon vilaqers yen funny qan o...

Mother and son bond is so strong

ori awon omo abule yii oo pe phaa ... i ddey gbadun this tori oo

Episode 6 [b] Before the Crowd dispersed that night, our house was filled with variety of food stuff brought by the Villagers to assist my Mother in taking care of her guest, me. I went to greet the Kabiesi that night; I went still dressed in my Military regalia. He was so happy and proud of me, he felt honoured that I paid him homage with the Army Uniform. My Village is a small one and I do not know any serving Military personnel that hail from my Village, my people are scared of the Army and Soldiers generally. Before I got returned home that night, Kabiesi had sent a bag of rice and some tubers of Yams to my mother. It was a different me that wentto the Village, I seldom talked and People thought I had become mean and ruthless. My Friendskept distance from me as they do not know what they may say or do that would unleash the supposed inate beast in me. But it was just me, the fresh experience from the depot had made me to see life differently, life is a battle field and not a Market place as some people say, but I was not mean, I have never been, I was just cautious, I observe my environment and listened more than I talked. Mama started talking about marriage but I reminded her that I was just nineteen years old, she had forgotten. She now sees the Man I have turned into instead of the Boy I really am. She started calling me Oko mi (My Husband) instead of Ojo my name, also her name in the Village changed from “Iya oloju kan” to “Mama Soja” (A Soldiers Mother). She received a lot of Visitors during my five days stay in the Village, she had suddenly become popular, and who visits my Mother at home before? She had no friends! No one associates with the Pauper. Now, those that owed her money for services she rendered to them years back readily paid up! I know my People, I was the reason. Mama began to eat well; she ate three times daily throughout my stay. Baba Miko suddenly assumed the position of my Father, he had being of great assistance to Mama during my absence and so when I came home, he was the only one that was bold enough to talk to me like the Child he used to know, I owe him gratitude. He furnished me with information on things going on in the Village; he was also revered for being the God Father of a Soldier. Mama told me that Baba Miko uses my personality to threaten his debtors and any ensuing opposition. On the fourth day in the Village, the Kabiesi invited me for an evening stroll, we strolled together, I was dressed in my Army branded Sportswear, a track suite on Canvas, I did not have Clothes to wear save for the military attire I got from the depot, my old Clothes in the Village were all under sized. Together we went down to a drinking spot close to the Dam build on the popular Osun river that flowed through my Village, some of his Chiefs and friends were there already and I was given a warm reception. They asked me several questions as we palm wine and gnawed at smoked Grass cutter meat in peppered sauce, I laughed as I attempted to answer most of their fallacious and ridiculous questions about the Army and her Soldiers, I was able to clarify many of the wrong impressions they had about the Army. In all, I gained respect! I brought back respect and honour to the name of my Father, a name he had soaked in Palm wine. Whenever I walked down the street, I hear Children hailing me, waving and shouting “Morning Sir!” I waved back at them; even the Girls began to smile at me and seek for opportunity for acquaintance, but was a totally different scenario ten months ago. I now dine and wine with the likes of Kabiesi and titled men in the Village, I was just a common private Soldier! Kabiesi gave me a hectare of Land to do whatever pleases me with; I told him I would love to farm on it for now pending when I am fully settled in the Army. I was to come back and pick my mother to Enugu after I must have collected my bulk money and furnish my home in the Barracks. But that was not to be, it never happened, the world was not done with us yet [\b]

That khaki u wore brouqht respect to you and ur mother.

where is everyone

Hope ur mum dont die or u r been sacked,i pray non shouldnt be ur portion...

Re u meaning to say dat u lost ur mum??????

Please don't tell me that you mum is going to die

[b]Am here now @somkhid tuale bro i pray u wont loose ur mum oo or job well lets find out bro som ride on[/b]

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Chai..ride on bro

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im smell danger .. @pizzaro @invincible @aminzy one of u shud bring d list oo pls

Ayam here o. Soldier shun!

wentin happen again na

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See respect! Chai! Make i go enrol for army...following!

Hmmm, so wot apun next oh

Bro soja

Episode 7 [b] I travelled back to base and resumed duty on a Monday; it was a week to Christmas. The daily routines were waking up in the morning and do my morning pushups and sit ups as I get set for work. I report for work at 7.30am and by 8.00am it is time for morning parade. Here we are addressed by the Commanding Officer (C.O) the Administrative Officer (A.O) or the Regimental sergeant Major (R.S.M) we are briefed of any development and any information necessary is announced to us. Issues are also treated on the Parade ground. Issues could be anything ranging from refusal to give your Wife adequate monthly allowance, Wife battering, drunkenness, Igbo smoking, sleeping with the daughter of a fellow Soldier (Children above 18 are not supposed to live in the Barracks) Fighting, the list is endless. Our dresses are also inspected and our breath smelled to find out those that wash their eyes with hot drinks before coming to work daily. Our Office is inside the barracks community and I trek 30 minutes to the Office from my House, some Soldiers come to work with Motor Cycles while others trek, Soldiers that were fortunate to have gone for one or two internationally peace keeping mission drive Cars to the Office. They could afford Cars as a result of accumulated salaries while away on the peace keeping mission; they are paid allowances while on mission so they could save their salaries. For those that are married, they sign up some cheque leafs for their Wives for monthly family upkeep and Children School fees, the unmarried ones save more except for those that have serious relationships or live-in lovers before departure for the operation. There are several cases of Men that returned from two years peace keeping mission only to discover that all the monies saved up or sent home have been squandered by their Wives, such cases results into family break ups as such Wives are termed “Witches” they never expected their husbands to return alive. For Soldiers that do not return home alive, all his savings and benefits goes to his next of Kin. At 2.30pm it is close of work officially but sometimes one has to hang around until the senior officers have left the Office before you can leave because of any ad-hoc assignment that could come up. I was a signaler, attached to the radio room and my job was to receive and transmit information within all military formations, some information are coded and has to be decoded for further transmission. Some volatile and high profiled messaged are transmitted “encoded” for security reasons. Only the recipients can decode such messages. Our office also tracks messages within the national telecommunication networks to surf out potential dangerous information of national interest. Whenever I am on night duty, I take the next day off, sometimes I am attached to the house of a senior officer as night guard, or I am assigned to guard a sensitive post. The job routine was fixed and I have my weekends to myself except if I am on weekend duty. I have planned to enroll in either of the Enugu state university or the institute of management and technology for a part time degree program once I am fully settled, say next year. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………… We did not receive any salaries in December and January; HQ admin was yet to be done with our documentation into the NA database so I survived on borrowing and charity. We were very credit worthy for older Soldiers readily lend us monies because they all knew we were expecting something big when our bulk money is paid up, and once this is paid, everyone will know. The barracks is a small community where nothing goes unnoticed. I stopped smoking marijuana because I was broke and managing the meager resources with me as I wait patiently for my pay, Secondly Igbo smoking was not encouraged in the Army contrary to my expectation, in fact it was a punishable offence to be caught smoking Indian hemp, however, fifty percent of the Soldiers still smoke it. I had brought a lot of food stuff from the Village but after three months of non receipt of salary my Ban became empty. By April in 1991, we were preparing for the annual G.O.C (General Officer Commanding) Cup inter unit football tournament. I was among the Players of the Signals Corp, I played centre forward and we go to the Field every evening after office hours for training and practice. It was during one of those sessions that I met Mr. Chike or Oga Chike as he was popularly called. Oga Chike was a Civilian business man that deals on Machines and automobile Spare parts at a market called “Coal camp” in Enugu. He supplies the Army spare parts from time to time and he is well known in the barracks, he is about the only Civilian that would drive into the barracks without being interrogated at the main gate. He approached me after a training session and shook hands with me, he said he liked the way I play football, he encouraged me to keep it up and strive to be enlisted into the revered “Green Beret” Army Team. Players in the Green Beret are favoured with speedy promotions and a lot of leisure. I thanked him and together we strolled to the Corporal below mess (CBM) we joined others to watch an ongoing football match while he ordered for drinks. I had no Television set in my house so I normally come to the mess to get entertained. It was during my discussion with Chike that I indicated interest in buying a cheap car when I receive my money, I told him I would love to drive the Car to my Village to pick my Mother and bring her to Enugu with me. He promised to help me get one when I am ready. He said he had some cars handy for sale but are far beyond my reach based on my budget. The Football competition started in earnest and I made more friends, my skill at playing local football in the Village and chasing games in the Forest paid off as I was easily spotted as a Star on the field, I scored in every match that we played, I scored two goals when we played against the military Police, I scored a goal when we played against the medical corps and two goals against Engineers, we drew two goals apart with Workshop and BAD (Base ammunition depot) My unit was top on the league. [\b]

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[b]my dear @promzy enroll 4 army kwa?, no even think of that ooo ... u don pass that level oo ... no worry,u knw im ur no 1 campaign manager,i go make sure u bcum 9ja's first female president,so u go dey control d army.. that one commands more respect[/b] :)

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Tanx bro @chidex14 .....u don dey turn to cr7...@agboaugust come read this interesting story

Fo!!owinq

ride on

nice 1...following

tanks @invincible

beginning to feel dis story

neeeeeeeeext!!!

@victoriouschild allow him to rest nah aaar aaarh @somkhid following bro kip it rolling

@elibabanoni-2 even u

feeling u boss

@frankkay why e go rest ?

Hmmmm am loving dx story

oh boy you didn't think of getting married don't you know age is no longer on your side you want to buy car to show off in the village #lols# well to get married is not going to be a problem for you since most of the girls in your village don trip for you just choose your choice#winks#

Episode 8 [b] Our money was finally paid in the Month of May, I was paid nine Months allowance used in Zaria depot plus five months arrears as a serving Soldier. All the money amounted to twenty thousand naira! In 1991 twenty thousand naira was like twenty million naira today and I really felt like a millionaire back then. In all of my life, I had never thought of owning such amount of money. I furnished my house sparsely. I bought a giant sized six by six inches mattress, I bought green rug Carpet for the two rooms and placed my mattress on the Rug. I did not make a bed, I bought a medium range electronic set and a twenty one inches coloured Television. My Dad never owned a television or any electronic gadget till he died; even the transistor radio he carried about was given to him by a debtor who could not pay for the palm wine my dad supplied him during new yam festival. So I felt so accomplished when I opened my door and beheld my transformed two room apartment, with every property owned by me. My Mother needs to see this. I went to Ogete main Market and bought some clothes and Shoes. I bought some Ankara fabric and jewelries for Mama; I bought her hand bags and Shoes too. When I slept at night on my Giant sized mattress, I went to heaven and woke after nine o’clock in the morning when everyone had gone to work. Of course when I got to work at after ten o’clock I was relieved of my Beret, my belt and shoes and marched straight to the Guard room! The only question my RSM asked me was: You dey sick? To which I answered No Sir! March him to the guard room! He ordered the Korofo marshal, the quarter master drilled me to the guard room with his swagger stick cursing and insulting me as if I had issues with him before now. Common move! Oya! Frog jump! Frog jump! He commanded while jabbing me with his stick. silly boy! Idiot! When small money enter una hand, na so una go de do any how! He poked me harder with his stick even though I was obeying his commands and frog jumping to the guard room. The RSM did not tell him to punish me, he was simply told to march me to the guard room but immediately the RSM was out of sight, he resorted to punishing me. Yeye boy! He continued: you don go drink, Bleep ashawo forget yourself! No worry, no be this barracks you dey? That your money go soon finish! Oya pull that your wrist watch give me! So you don go buy ‘shine shine’ watch ko? Idiot boy! Barger! Oya commot that chain wey dey your neck! You be woman? silly boy! In all of the rants I did not utter a word, I knew better, I was released later that night and I went home to freshen up before reporting for night guard duty at the house of my CO. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………… We played the semi final match against the 244 Recce Battalion of Awkwunanaw and we defeated them on a penalty shoot out , I scored the last and winning penalty shot and I was raised shoulder high at the end of the match. Sergeant Korofo carried me on his shoulder and ran round the barracks while our supporters and team mate ran after him singing and jubilating. We later settled down and the CB mess for drinks and entertainment. Chike came around when we were rounding up at the mess and called me out for a chat. Congratulations Ojo! He said Thank you Oga Chike! I replied The Car don ready o! Na you I dey wait now! He announced; You mean am? I asked: which kind of car? How much: Na Peugeot 504GR and na eight thousand naira: he said. Haba Chike! He too cost nah! I no get eight thousand naira I beg. I replied. So na how much you want to pay? He asked I can’t pay more than Five thousand naira, and I need to see the Motor first, I said. Oya follow me! He said as he turned and walked briskly towards the tarred road where cars are parked, I followed behind in excitement. He pointed at a navy blue coloured 504 saloon car and dangled the keys before me, we entered the Car and he started the engine and revved it. The engine sound was superb and the interior very neat and smooth. He said the Car does not have a factory fitted air condition but it can be installed if I care, who cares? I asked him. I love the Car instantly and I agreed to buy it if he is willing. He accepted my offer and the next day I paid him in full and I became the proud owner of a Peugeot 504 GR saloon Car! And that was how I bought trouble with my money! [/b]

Lol.trouble wit ur money

Lol trouble bawo

Ah no fhit laugh ....... You comot money buy trouble? Na you try pass

Hahahahahahaha..funny..na trouble u buy no be car

You go buy motor wen yr Oga's still dey trek. Oya nah!

instead make u go buy land or make u do business nd put ur mom incharge since she is d only 1 u've got na car u go buy so y trouble no go follow u...

@somkhid u dey try...waiting 4 d next episode ooo

Haas trouble keee

trouble haha dis guy self y would u buy motor without doing g anything well DAT serve u right following @somkhid ride on bro

hahohehikokihaha :) u mumu o..ur mahle dey wey y suppose open shop 4 am na car u qo buy.... sackinq tinz on point

Yeeee,maybe dey stolen d car..

Lolx .... Oya kowatiate hw u bot troble wit ur moni

lolz... let c wat d trouble z al abt.. next o abeg.. rili enjoying the story

Just dey enjoy dx.... Next episode qo tell us d froblem d care bouqht to u

as if i had know that the car you wanna buy is trouble well don't say i didn't tell you before you bought the car ................. Ride on jeeh#devilish grin#

#leave trash for LAWMA#

Please come and update quickly so that we can know how you use your own hand to buy trouble for yourself

Episode 9 [b] Within a week, I was driving very well, there are lots of spaces in the Barracks on which one could learn to drive a car and there were so many willing teachers so long a car is available. So every morning I drive to the Office picking People and dropping them along the way to my Office, there was no problem or eye brow raised because three of my mates also bought Cars and everyone knew the source of our Money except for some elderly Soldiers that frowned at our choice of purchasing Cars instead of buying Lands and start building, but I was just twenty years old and quite naturally, building a house was the last thing on my mind. I wanted to go home and show the world what God has done for my small family, I wanted to carry Mama in the Car and go round the Village, I wanted to drive her to every where she had trekked to and finally I wanted to drive her back to Enugu to start a new life, she was about forty five years old but she looked sixty and I know that with a good diet and rest she could recover her shine for they said she used to be a sight to behold in her youth. I planned to rent a Shop for her and set up a hair dressing salon for her. Perhaps she could even find love again, some Soldier could be interested in her and I really would love that to happen to Mama, she deserves a second chance at love. The engine of the car was in superb condition, vapour still drips from the exhaust pipe when I steam the Car; my Friends said I bought PAN; that was the term used to describe a brand new Peugeot Car fresh from the stable of Peugeot Automobile Nigeria Limited. I did not bother about the registration of the Car so as to get the necessary cover documents, I was a Soldier and my identity Card surpasses any type of license or documentation in the Country, so I had come to believe because I was yet to see a serving Soldier whose vehicle particulars are up to date. My life changed momentarily, I now dress well and also drive a car, I have a little furnished apartment of my own, wao! The world was in my pocket, I even had some change to throw around even though I had never had the privilege of being extravagant. I get to work daily in my sparkling Car which I made a point of duty to scrub daily whether it is dirty or not. I was comfortable in my own right. I finally rented a Shop at the Mammy Market and I locked it up pending Mama’s arrival. I needed to know what she would prefer to do with the Shop and I also needed to go round the market to know what trade would spin fast money in the Barracks. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………… We played the final match against the Garrison Unit and we defeated them by two goals, once again I scored the winning goal, I was celebrated as usual and my popularity spread through the length and breadth of the Barracks, everywhere I went I heard my name, Oj! Oj! I waved to so many people while I gave “thumps up” to others. We settled at the CBM later in the evening for celebration and our unit senior Officers paid for everything we ate and drank. Two days after the football finals competition, my C.O summoned me to his Office and presented a sealed Army Customized envelope to me, he asked me to open it and read before him as he was interested in its content: the letter was from the Army Directorate for Sports, I had been nominated for screening into the Prestigious Army national football team “The Green Beret”. I leapt for joy and clung on My C.O before I realized I was jumping on a Colonel in Uniform, I recoiled immediately and prostrated on the floor in my uniform apologizing to him, Common stand up and don’t be silly! He said: he pulled me closer and patted me on the shoulder: congratulations my Boy! You have a bright Career ahead of you, if you succeed, you may have to leave the Signals Corp for the Physical training unit, he said. I did not really know much about the PT unit save for the fact that they are in charge of organizing sporting activities and screening of recruits for the Army, they control the Gymnasium, the Football fields, and every other sport facility and the physical training of Soldiers too. I was indifferent. I was simply happy. [\b]

Episode 9 [b] Within a week, I was driving very well, there are lots of spaces in the Barracks on which one could learn to drive a car and there were so many willing teachers so long a car is available. So every morning I drive to the Office picking People and dropping them along the way to my Office, there was no problem or eye brow raised because three of my mates also bought Cars and everyone knew the source of our Money except for some elderly Soldiers that frowned at our choice of purchasing Cars instead of buying Lands and start building, but I was just twenty years old and quite naturally, building a house was the last thing on my mind. I wanted to go home and show the world what God has done for my small family, I wanted to carry Mama in the Car and go round the Village, I wanted to drive her to every where she had trekked to and finally I wanted to drive her back to Enugu to start a new life, she was about forty five years old but she looked sixty and I know that with a good diet and rest she could recover her shine for they said she used to be a sight to behold in her youth. I planned to rent a Shop for her and set up a hair dressing salon for her. Perhaps she could even find love again, some Soldier could be interested in her and I really would love that to happen to Mama, she deserves a second chance at love. The engine of the car was in superb condition, vapour still drips from the exhaust pipe when I steam the Car; my Friends said I bought PAN; that was the term used to describe a brand new Peugeot Car fresh from the stable of Peugeot Automobile Nigeria Limited. I did not bother about the registration of the Car so as to get the necessary cover documents, I was a Soldier and my identity Card surpasses any type of license or documentation in the Country, so I had come to believe because I was yet to see a serving Soldier whose vehicle particulars are up to date. My life changed momentarily, I now dress well and also drive a car, I have a little furnished apartment of my own, wao! The world was in my pocket, I even had some change to throw around even though I had never had the privilege of being extravagant. I get to work daily in my sparkling Car which I made a point of duty to scrub daily whether it is dirty or not. I was comfortable in my own right. I finally rented a Shop at the Mammy Market and I locked it up pending Mama’s arrival. I needed to know what she would prefer to do with the Shop and I also needed to go round the market to know what trade would spin fast money in the Barracks. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………… We played the final match against the Garrison Unit and we defeated them by two goals, once again I scored the winning goal, I was celebrated as usual and my popularity spread through the length and breadth of the Barracks, everywhere I went I heard my name, Oj! Oj! I waved to so many people while I gave “thumps up” to others. We settled at the CBM later in the evening for celebration and our unit senior Officers paid for everything we ate and drank. Two days after the football finals competition, my C.O summoned me to his Office and presented a sealed Army Customized envelope to me, he asked me to open it and read before him as he was interested in its content: the letter was from the Army Directorate for Sports, I had been nominated for screening into the Prestigious Army national football team “The Green Beret”. I leapt for joy and clung on My C.O before I realized I was jumping on a Colonel in Uniform, I recoiled immediately and prostrated on the floor in my uniform apologizing to him, Common stand up and don’t be silly! He said: he pulled me closer and patted me on the shoulder: congratulations my Boy! You have a bright Career ahead of you, if you succeed, you may have to leave the Signals Corp for the Physical training unit, he said. I did not really know much about the PT unit save for the fact that they are in charge of organizing sporting activities and screening of recruits for the Army, they control the Gymnasium, the Football fields, and every other sport facility and the physical training of Soldiers too. I was indifferent. I was simply happy. [\b]

what happened next?

So?

Poverty ain't part of human's system, it eats sanity outta one's brain and renders one an idiot. Na bcos una never taste luxury dey make you misbehave....easy does it man

U need to go and bring ur mum b4 sometin bad happen to her...

happy for u @oj

[b][color =purple]Nwa ur head dey dere @somkhid abeg bring am cum u to much ncy story[/color][/b]

Next

leyin iyen nko??

Next...

You started well man. I pray you don't loose ya focus. Next please.

happy for u Oj @somkhid thumb up kip it coming bros mi following...........

good for ya

Following

Happy for you.... Ojo

Am happy for you too but you really need to go and bring your mum from the village before its too late

alrit...following

Na d problem me still 1 hear oh

Next.... Enjoyinq dx ride.... @oji... C as u dey shine,

Oya make u ride on jare

HMM

Episode 10 I applied for a week’s pass to enable me travel home and bring mama to Enugu, three days was approved by the A.O so I decided to travel on Saturday so that the three days starts to count from Monday, and fortunately I was not on weekend duty. I set out for the journey at exactly 5.30am on a Saturday in mid July 1991 in company of my colleague and mate Saka, Saka is an indigene of Abeokuta in Ogun State. He knows the route to the west from Enugu having travelled severally along the road with his Boss the A.O, he also drives very well so he could take over the steering when I am tired, but the most important part of the journey was that I would be the Person to drive the Car into my Village. We were dressed in our Uniform, the Camouflage, I did not wear my Boot but kept it aside because I was to drive over a long distance. At 8.00am we were already at Agbor when a Police Hilux Van over took us and waved at us to park our Car. I swerved the Car off the road cursing under my breath, how dare they? We sat in the Car and waited. The Police van reversed and almost hit the fender of my Car with its rear thereby blocking us from moving forward, I was furious, what impetus? We opened the doors of my car and stormed out challenging: What is the meaning of this nonsense? I asked: Can’t you People see that we are military men? Saka barked as four Police men jumped down from the back of the Van brandishing AK47 Riffles Hands up! One of them barked You say what? I asked Are you deaf? Armed robbers! I say raise your hands up and go down on your knees before I scatter you now! The same man roared obviously drunk, or so I had thought. I knew better than argue with a man carrying a gun so we raised our hand and knelt down. Passersby where beginning to gather, I felt so embarrassed. Imagine common Police men disgracing combatant Nigerian Soldiers in Public simply because they have Guns, I wished for some Soldiers to appear from anywhere, I was bursting inside with self-control. Can I see the Particulars of this Car? An inspector who was sitting inside the Van by the driver came down and asked, he has a Pistol in its pouch. The Particulars are in the Glove compartment! I told him Can I see your I.D badges? He asked It’s in my breast pocket! I said Mine is in my wallet in my back Pocket, Saka offered Bring them out! He said as one of his Boys went to the glove compartment and came out with a brown envelope which he handed to the Inspector; he opened the envelope and brought out the receipt of purchase Chike had issue me. This is the receipt of purchase! Where are the registration documents? Inspector asked and who amongst you is Ojo? I am Ojo, I said, I have not done the registration yet, I just bought the Car! And please why all these embarrassment? I am on my way to my Village in Osun state and I have a very long distance to cover! I said. How did you come about this car you are driving? Inspector asked I bought from a car and Spare parts dealer in Enugu as evident on the receipt with you, the name and address of the seller is on the receipt! I said. The Inspector looked cursorily at the receipt again; the address on this receipt is in Ikotun in Lagos State! Oh! I did not read it, I said; maybe he has a branch in Lagos! But he gave me that receipt! I said. Open the Bonnet! He directed one of his Boys, he stretched his hands and collected our ID badges; put down your hands! he said. By this time, a crowd had gathered around us, mostly street hawkers and beggars along the road, I wished for the earth to open her mouth and swallow me, I contemplated standing up and putting up a bravado show, but I was far from Enugu and no Soldier was at sight, where are these Soldiers when you need them?. The Bonnet was opened, inspector looked at the engine and chassis number, he went to their Van and brought out a Jotter, he came back to my Car and compared something in his Jotter with the Chassis and engine numbers of my car, then he shook his head sadly, I thought he had made a mistake, I waited patiently for him to apologize so I could give him a piece of my mind. My Friend, are you Boys real Soldiers? Inspector asked What sort of silly question is that inspector? Saka charged; are you mad? The Inspector gave a short sarcastic laugh and shook his head sadly with a wry smile. My Friend, if you know the type of soup you have just entered now ehn? You will shut up your mouth! The inspector said. Oya let us go the Station! The two of you, go into that Van, my Boys will drive the Car after us. Drive my Car? I asked; for what? Because of common Car documents? I am a regular combatant Soldier of the Nigerian Army! How can you be so uncooperative? Are we not all uniform men? What happened to “spirit de corps”? I swear I will go to Onitsha Barracks and mobilize my men once this is over! Is it because you are wielding Guns? You are threatening me with common AK 47! Kai! I don suffer! I kept ranting as Saka and I were cuffed and bundled into the Van to the excitement of the Crowd

[b]*Kontiniu* ...e be lyk say chike sell stolen car give u ooo[/b]

Impatiently waiting for the next update

Nawa o...what z the fucking problem na

@victoriouschild keep on waiting see ur A head dere @somkhid pls next de suspense is getting on my nerve nd knw what DAT means dey Gods will get angry wit u..... lol WAITING...

@frankkay which one you dey takura for me this morning abi you see me for your dream last night nii ?

Maybe the car z a stolen properity

wat???

Pele o

What sort of rubbish is that? But I know Policemen, They can be so funny and annoying most times. This is embarrassment of the highest order

you sure say the car no be "cut and join"...... or a stolen property.

Na prob b dis

abi d car was stolen nd sold to u...

U buy a stolen vehicle

Now i think i get

Hmmmmm hitting up

lolz .. forget combatant joor,, dynamites comes in small quantities but their aftermath are extreme.. even if ur blood bro sell sth so cheap 4 u like that,u gats suspect am

Kai!! Chike don buy trouble 4 himself

lol,

don't worry your time to embarrass them too will come.. just be patient..

see hw you buy trouble with ur own money,thank for the I.V@pizzaro and @individual.

chai u don enter trouble oh

Episode 11 Things happened so fast at the Station; immediately we stepped to the front of the Counter inside the Police Station, I received a blinding slap from behind; I screamed and held my ears as I heard Saka screamed too. I received blows and kicks from at every part of my body, I fell down and struggled to run out of the station but I was blocked somehow, the more I tried to get up and run, the more the barrage of beatings I received so I laid down and stopped resisting, I simply blocked my face with my hands. After about thirty minutes of torturing us, we were stripped of our Clothes and dumped into a Cubicle, a four by four feet squared room with no ventilation, no lamination. I swore under my breath to kill these men if when I get out of this mess, for I was convinced there were not kidnappers, they are legal Police men carrying out an illegal duty, I was also sure they had picked us by mistake, they must think we are some persons on their wanted list. I was wrong. We were locked up for two days without food or water, no one opened the door to the Cubicle we were locked in, I was beginning to get real scared on the third day before we were brought out of the Cell , our hands cuffed and led to an Office with the inscription “D.P.O” on the door. They pushed us to the front of a huge well polished sparkling Mahogany Desk and behind the Desk sat a Monstrous looking Man with Nose like that of a Hippopotamus, his nose is so wide that you could see the redness of the Cartilage inside the nose, his Lips were large and dropping exposing teeth tanned with Kola nut, his eyes were bulging and glossy, he was sweating even though the noisy air condition in the Office was on. I instinctively knew we were before the Devil! His stomach had stretched his uniform to the maximum elasticity limit that two buttons had cut off exposing his black Singlet, as he opened his mouth to speak I noticed he had blackish tongue instead of red, where in hell did this creature come from? I pondered even in my pain. Look at them! Are they the ones? He asked, directing his question to an elderly Woman and a young Lady sitting opposite him and directly in front of us. The Ladies turned back and stared in front of us, we were wearing only Boxers with bruises all over. Even my Mother could not have recognized me because Saka’s face was like Amoeba that I almost laugh when I looked at his face in the D.P.O’s office but I restrained myself so the Monster does not think I was laughing at him. I looked at the Ladies as they looked us over, I had not seen their faces before and I was sure they j have not seen me before too, I was almost sure the Police had picked us by mistake. Na them? theD.P.O barked again No be them! The young Lady replied. Are you sure? Monster barked again No be them rape me sir! She relied, the men wey rape me big well well, them huge pass these ones. The older woman interjected and said; D.P.O, I want justice in this case o! Please don’t allow my husband to die in vain o! These men are part of the gang! How else could you explain the fact that the car was found with them? They may not be the ones that raped her but they are involved somehow! They robbed me of all my money and jewelries! They collected two million naira cash from my husband! They gang rapped my daughter, and then they shot my husband in the head and went away with my Car! Ha! D.P.O! This wickedness must not go unpunished o! The woman started to cry and the D.P.O was consoling her. My whole system failed me, my stomach rumbled violently as my bowels gave way immediately, my large intestine gave out its contents as I defecated and urinated on the spot, I heard Saka mumbling some words in Arabic of some sort. The reality of our situation just dawned on me. Na wetin dey smell here? Monster shouted; na who mess? He queried. One of the armed Robbers don poo for body! See as poo they drop from him pant! The older Woman offered. Constable! Constable! Monster shouted, banging his fist on the desk. Sir! I heard someone shouted from outside. My head became giddy, I felt a sudden lightness and my limbs gave way, I slumped and passed out.

Episode 11 Things happened so fast at the Station; immediately we stepped to the front of the Counter inside the Police Station, I received a blinding slap from behind; I screamed and held my ears as I heard Saka screamed too. I received blows and kicks from at every part of my body, I fell down and struggled to run out of the station but I was blocked somehow, the more I tried to get up and run, the more the barrage of beatings I received so I laid down and stopped resisting, I simply blocked my face with my hands. After about thirty minutes of torturing us, we were stripped of our Clothes and dumped into a Cubicle, a four by four feet squared room with no ventilation, no lamination. I swore under my breath to kill these men if when I get out of this mess, for I was convinced there were not kidnappers, they are legal Police men carrying out an illegal duty, I was also sure they had picked us by mistake, they must think we are some persons on their wanted list. I was wrong. We were locked up for two days without food or water, no one opened the door to the Cubicle we were locked in, I was beginning to get real scared on the third day before we were brought out of the Cell , our hands cuffed and led to an Office with the inscription “D.P.O” on the door. They pushed us to the front of a huge well polished sparkling Mahogany Desk and behind the Desk sat a Monstrous looking Man with Nose like that of a Hippopotamus, his nose is so wide that you could see the redness of the Cartilage inside the nose, his Lips were large and dropping exposing teeth tanned with Kola nut, his eyes were bulging and glossy, he was sweating even though the noisy air condition in the Office was on. I instinctively knew we were before the Devil! His stomach had stretched his uniform to the maximum elasticity limit that two buttons had cut off exposing his black Singlet, as he opened his mouth to speak I noticed he had blackish tongue instead of red, where in hell did this creature come from? I pondered even in my pain. Look at them! Are they the ones? He asked, directing his question to an elderly Woman and a young Lady sitting opposite him and directly in front of us. The Ladies turned back and stared in front of us, we were wearing only Boxers with bruises all over. Even my Mother could not have recognized me because Saka’s face was like Amoeba that I almost laugh when I looked at his face in the D.P.O’s office but I restrained myself so the Monster does not think I was laughing at him. I looked at the Ladies as they looked us over, I had not seen their faces before and I was sure they j have not seen me before too, I was almost sure the Police had picked us by mistake. Na them? theD.P.O barked again No be them! The young Lady replied. Are you sure? Monster barked again No be them rape me sir! She relied, the men wey rape me big well well, them huge pass these ones. The older woman interjected and said; D.P.O, I want justice in this case o! Please don’t allow my husband to die in vain o! These men are part of the gang! How else could you explain the fact that the car was found with them? They may not be the ones that raped her but they are involved somehow! They robbed me of all my money and jewelries! They collected two million naira cash from my husband! They gang rapped my daughter, and then they shot my husband in the head and went away with my Car! Ha! D.P.O! This wickedness must not go unpunished o! The woman started to cry and the D.P.O was consoling her. My whole system failed me, my stomach rumbled violently as my bowels gave way immediately, my large intestine gave out its contents as I defecated and urinated on the spot, I heard Saka mumbling some words in Arabic of some sort. The reality of our situation just dawned on me. Na wetin dey smell here? Monster shouted; na who mess? He queried. One of the armed Robbers don poo for body! See as poo they drop from him pant! The older Woman offered. Constable! Constable! Monster shouted, banging his fist on the desk. Sir! I heard someone shouted from outside. My head became giddy, I felt a sudden lightness and my limbs gave way, I slumped and passed out.

wentin b d name of person wey sell car 4 u sef..afigba to koba e po...u don use five thousand naira buy wahala

u don enter keke one chance oh......so DPO name don turn monster...buh how can someone be DAT ugly? with black tongue instead of read hmmmn devil in disguise....God should save u guys.this story is kinda hilarious .

Hmmmmmm! Which kind useless policemen be that? I'd they really wanna carry out a proper investigation, why haven't they gone to question the seller of the car.

Guy na prob b dis oh

Oti ra oja wahala

c where u land urself

Stupid police..

Hmmmmmm

Hmmmmmm

Lolx ... U neva start

lwkm oh , u passed away? abeg come bak nd cuntinu vhiz tori oh,

Hmmmm, u r in for dis, God will save you

God go safe your ass from this mess ooo

chai.. u buy car buy wahala

omo dis wahala too much o I pray get out of dis @somkhid weldone ..... following

Dx case no be 2day it qo end.... Dose police qo still beq

haaaaa.dis is too much nw

lolz

Maybe your friend sold a stolen car to you

Episode 12 We were told to write our statements after spending eight days at the Police station, it was an unlawful detention, nobody knew we were there and we could have died of starvation or brutality, the Police men were very mean and we had learnt not to provoke them, we never mentioned the fact that we were Soldiers any more as that normally enraged them. We were eventually allowed to wash our bodies on the eight day and our dirty uniforms were given to us to wear, then we were driven in a 504 station Wagon to Enugu, 82 division military Police in hand and leg Cuffs. After one hour interrogation by the military Police, Saka was released. He kept shouting Allah Akbar! As he left the Station for his house without even talking to me. A Military Police Sergeant entered the Station Wagon and we drove to my unit to meet my Commander; I wished for the earth to open its mouth and swallow me as I was pulled out of the Police Van when it parked outside my Commander’s Office. My Colleagues immediately surrounded us and every one was asking questions, wetin happen? Ojo wetin you do? I was just crying as I was pulled along by the Military Police. This small Boys of nowadays! Them no dey hear word, this boy na bad boy and I don dey suspect an since wey he buy that Car! I heard our sergeant Korofo said as we entered the C.O’s secretary’s Office. The Secretary was shocked to see me in such a state; Ojo! He called; na wetin be this? Na wetin you do? He asked. Oga na long story o! I said; I don buy Motor buy trouble o! them say na stolen car buy! Ha! He shouted and immediately closed his mouth with his hands . The C.O is expecting us! The M.P said. Yes I know, you can go inside! The secretary said. The M.P and the Police came to attention in front of the C.O. I was at ease because I was in Cuffs, I bent my head in shame, I could not meet the curious gaze from my Boss. Sir! This Soldier is needed by the Police in furtherance of an investigation of Armed robbery, rape and homicide committed at Asaba two months ago sir! The M.P said. How is he connected? C.O asked. The Car of the Victim was found with him and another of your Soldier Saka saliu but after interrogation we found out that the Saka was innocent and he has been released some moments ago. Which Saka? My Saka? C.O asked. Yes Sir! He is a Signal Man! But he is clean, he was just driving in the same Car with the Culprit when they were apprehended, the M.P said. Where did the Robbery take place? C.O asked; did you not say Asaba? Yes sir! The Police man answered. So if I steal a Car in Asaba, I will be so daft as to drive the same car through Asaba to Agbor? Ehn Police man! The C.O asked Well sir, it is very possible Sir! Considering the facts that they were wearing Army Uniforms! No one would stop them naturally; the Police man said. Okay, I see your point! So what is the next step now? C.O asked I have a letter from the A.I.G to the G.O.C for his temporary release to us as the case is already charged to Court. The Man they killed and robbed his Family was a senior Citizen in Asaba! Your Soldier is the first and only link we have on the case; he will lead us into catching up with other members of his gang. The Police said. It is like you have tagged him guilty already, Mr. Police! C.O said No sir! He replied. My C.O looked at me with pity; Ojo! He called; see what you have gotten into now? How did you come about the stolen Car? He asked Oga! I said; after they paid us our outstanding depot allowance and our salaries in arrears, Mr. Chike the Spare parts dealer helped me to buy the car. The same Chike, our supplier? C.O asked Yes sir! I said

u don buy motor buy wahala(problem) I pray u got away wit dis @somkhid tanks bro for de update following......

nxxxttt..*anqry*

Hmmmmm

Hmmmmm

So pathetic

This is the investigation they ought to have done before now. Contacting the dealer to know how he came about the car he sold to Ojo and not all these humiliation he's been compelled to face. Stupid Policemen!

Ojo dont be afraid mr chike z going to be d main suspect not u

Too bad

hope mr chika ll nt implicate more

U don carry ur moni buy trouble

hmmmm naija policemen sha, alwyz jumping into conclusion without investigating.. na wa oo..

[b]chai ojo wan buy motor come buy trouble...well at last it gonna be well.... @somkhid thnks 4 d update i've been waiting for dz story[/b]

u buy car buy million dollar problem.

Hahaha u bought trouble 4 ya self. Mr chike wey go don flee tey tey. I pray u get out of dis sooner dan expected nd teach those bloody officers dat u be confirm soldier

That Chikere needs to be interrogated very well about the stolen car

u don buy problem for yourself

Mehn... U buy motor buy trouble... Chike qo hear am.

Nsogbu UWA

Sorry oh

Hmmm na waoh false allegation fa

Episode 13 So where is the Chike now? C.O asked no one in particular The Police replied: the so called Chike is a Criminal! He gave him a fake receipt of purchase bearing a non existing Lagos address and now he is nowhere to be found, when we went searching for him last week he was nowhere to be found and there are several People bearing the name Chike in the Spare parts market and this your Soldier does not even know the Shop of the so called Chike as he claimed not to have been there before. Oh gosh! Oh gosh! Nigeria Police! C.O exclaimed. This Chike you are talking about may be in this barrack as I speak with you! He is well known here! And for the fact that you have brought this Man here in chains, and it is known that he bought a stolen Car, then believe you me, Chike has heard of it! And of course he would escape. You People should have come here secretly and together we could have laid ambush and caught this Guy unaware, we could have told him to supply us anything and we catch him upon delivery. Well this is not the first time we are experiencing such situation in the Barracks: I will send your letter to the G.O.C, where is the acknowledgement copy let me sign for you? The Police man handed over the sealed letter and the acknowledgement copy to the C.O who endorsed his signature and returned the signed copy to the Police man. I hope you guys get to the root of this matter quickly so that this young Man can return to duty, he is a young Man just starting life in the Army: have you contacted his Bankers to check the last transactions he made? The C.O asked. No sir! I don’t think so sir! The Police replied. Then do so! That will help in your investigation: are you the O.I.C of the case? Yes sir! I am the Officer in charge sir! The Police replied. Please do your best and don’t let my Boy suffer in vain or unjustly. Okay sir! I will do my best sir! The Police said. So you can take him away! Ojo! I wish you the best! My C.O said with finality. I sat on the floor of the C.O’s Office and wept bitterly, I pleaded with him not to allow the Police take me away, but he ignored me as the Police and M.P dragged me out of the C.O’s Office. A crowd had gathered in front of the C.O’s Office, I was pushed into the trunk of the Wagon and the door booth slammed shut, I poked my head out from the window and called out to the Soldiers watching us not to allow Mr. Chike to escape and allow me to suffer unjustly, I reminded them that it was the lump sum paid to me that I used to buy the Car, I reminded all that cared to listen that private Samuel Yoguda and Private Onoja Samuel are my Colleagues and these two bought Cars too. Make una no allow me to suffer for nothing I yelled in tears as the car screeched and zoomed away

hmmmn God will help you.

next tyme b4 u buy car you go tink well...make God jt help u make u commot 4 dis mess u put urself into

i jt dey cry 4 u..olorun ako e yo

God will surely help you out and Chike will be caught very soon

You won't suffer in vain.

Chai! My quy don enter Okro soup o. Nna you need God. Cos 9ja police like they say; no dey carry last 4 vhiz kind matter.

Chaii!

Serious tin .... Buh somhkid diz tin z small to be managing now

Hmmm, all u nid nw is God's intervention

hmmmm indeed nah trouble you go buy

hmmmmmmm..... wat a life... God wit u

Chai u really buy big trouble

[b]God will vindicate u Ojo[/b]

Oh!!.. Water don pass qarri.

what a bad luck I pray God see u through as pizzAro said nija police no dey carry last following @somkhid job Weldon

Naija police! Bunch of annoying operators. Ojo! You have a very pathetic case facing you and I wish you well and justice

God will save you

Episode 14 I was summoned by the D.P.O after three days on return from the Military Barracks in Enugu, I was wearing only Boxers. I stood before him trembling out of cold and fear of the unknown; I had slept on bare floor without any covering all night. Soldier man! Are you ready to confess now? He bellowed Sir! I have told you the whole truth! God is my witness; I said Hmm, my friend, if you know the gravity of your offence, you would say the truth! Say the truth now so that I can help you now that you are still here, the earlier you did that, the better for all of us! He said. Oga! Do you want me to implicate myself? I asked Are you not implicated already! He shouted; look at this mumu o! You claimed you bought a stolen car! Is that not implicating already. Okay sir! But what about the Man that sold the Car to me? Have you gotten him? He is the best place to help with your investigation! I am just a victim of circumstance! Oga please help me I beg you! I pleaded. Look! Soldier boy; heaven help those who help themselves, he said; the so called Mr. Chike has run away! His Shop is closed down and empty and none of the traders are willing to disclose his where- about to the Police. We went to his house and the Land lord said he had relocated to an unknown destination! So do you want us to do? To perform magic? Jesu Christi o! I shouted; I am done for! Oga I am dead! The only link to my freedom has run away and the Police cannot do anything about it! Ha! Oga what becomes of me sir? You are the only Suspect available, and most likely you will bear the consequence of your crime! He said firmly. My crime? What crime did I commit? I did not steal the Car; I did not rob or kill anybody! Oga I am not a criminal o! Please save me; I pleaded. Buying a stolen Car is a crime in Nigeria, you are as guilty as the thief himself, even if we apprehend Chike now, you still have a case to answer because you should have investigated the source of the car you were buying, if it was a Tokunbo car you would see the Papers, if it was second hand, then you would request to see the real owner and get a transfer of ownership letter from him! You did not do either of these, because you wear Army uniform you think you are above the law! He explained. But Oga I never knew it was a stolen Car! I never knew! I pleaded. Ignorance of the law is not an excuse Soldier Boy! You should have investigated the source of the Car! Perhaps if you had tried registering the Car, you would have been told of the necessary documents to get especially the transfer of ownership letter, but you never did! You think you are above the law! He repeated. A green fly buzzed in and perched on rim of the glass of water on his table, this irritated him and he stared at the fly with obvious anger, then he looked at me; did you poo on your body again? He asked. No sir! I replied. Did you mess? He asked. No sir! I did not fart sir! He slapped the fly but it flew away, monster had put his weight in the slap and the table was pushed backwards spilling the contents on it to the floor. I hate flies! I hate flies! Especially these green ones! Or has a Rat died here again? Constable! He shouted. A young Police Boy ran into the Office. Get a long broom quickly! Monster commanded. The Boy dashed out of the Office. Monster took a newspaper from the documents that fell on the floor, he folded it into half and he began to chase the green fly about the Office. I will kill you today! He swore under his breath as he bounced after the terrified fly, his belly drooping over his trouser as he moved, he smashed at the fly but missed again and again. The fly always moved before his thrusts get to if, he was sloppy and sluggish and this infuriated him the more. The young Police lad came with a broom. Kill it! Monster commanded; it must not escape o! This is not an ordinary fly o! This fly was sent from my Village! They sent it to come and poison me! It was trying to poison my drink again! Soldier boy! Did you not see that fly trying to poo something inside my cup of water? He asked. I saw it sir! I saw it! I said. The young Police killed the fly with one swift swoop. Pick it up! Go and burn it! Burn it o! He warned. Enemies! They cannot get me! I will kill them all one by one! If they like let them come at me in the form of Tortoise! Or Cockroach! Old boy! Come and clean up this Office he said to the Police Lad as he went to cremate the fly. Also call me the O.C of this Soldiers case! Yes sir! The Police lad replied as he closed the door. Soldier Boy! He continued with me, as he dabbed his face with a dirty hand towel, he was sweating from the activity he just indulged in; he was panting and trying to catch his breath. The family you robbed has taken the case to the Court already so you should be ready for a long legal battle. The Konwea family is a very powerful one in Asaba so you will need a very good lawyer! He said. Oga! Where do I get a lawyer from? Where is the money? I asked You no get family? He asked I only have a Mother that is as poor as a Church rat! Sir, I was on my way to the Village to rescue my mother from the clutches of servitude that has held her since I was born by bringing her to stay with me in Enugu! I have even rented a Shop for her. Oga I did not know my Father! In fact my story is not a good one, all I have in this world is my mother! What of extended family members? He asked I simply shook my head and heaved a sad sigh. How do I explain to him that my extended family is as good as not existing, do I call on my Mother’s family? They had cut us off as lepers. My Father’s family is more wretched than me and my Mum, a family of drunks and loafers! Indeed I am an unfortunate Child in an unfortunate situation. On the other hand, he said; the state can provide you with a lawyer, but they will need money from you so try to contact your people. Another green fly flew into the Office and perched at the same spot the first fly perched. Another one! Monster shouted; his eyes shot out as if to leave their sockets, he stepped backwards from the table. Soldier boy! Can you see it? That fly did not die o! It has come back! Just then, the Constable entered the office with a dirt packer, a mop stick and a broom. Constable! Did you burn that fly you killed here just now? Monster asked No sir! I could not get matches so I simply threw it away You threw what away? Did I tell you to throw it away? Did you think that was a common fly? Simple instruction you cannot follow. Look! Look! The fly is back to the same spot it came before! Monster was visibly agitated and scared. The Constable once again killed the fly with a single swoop of the broom , as the dead fly fell to the ground, monster stepped on it and crushed it into shreds while swearing and cursing. Oga I think a rat might have died in this office, the young constable said; I can perceive the smell of something decaying. He went to the edge of the Office and shifted a Cabinet from the wall, there; he saw a decaying rat filled with maggots. Here it is sir! Constable said: it is a dead rat! Oh! So na common rat? Monster asked laughing out loud. The O.C of the case came in. Sergeant Godwin, take your man back to his cell and prepare him for Court next tomorrow, he would need a state lawyer and he would need new clothes, he cannot go to a civil court in his Army uniform, get any of the condemned criminals clothes for him to wear. Sergeant Godwin ushered back to my cell. That was the beginning of my long journey in incarceration.

Nawow! And your Command cannot sway into the case and help you out instead f allowing these Monster DPO and his Police boys to turn you around.

chai diz 1 nd cwious thing oh

kai , it a pity , 4rm fire to F----g pan , jux pray GOD wil see u through,

eayah too bad u are in for it following......

Hehehe .Soldier boy yu are on ur own on dis ooo

If u have good lawyer d case z too simple to be lost

kai!! u don enta confirm yawa

too bad

God will intervene for ur mata

nawa oh... this monster is very funny....I think he's d comic relief in this story....I can't fittent to laugh oh....solider boy isorite.

lolz.. nah confirm yawa u don enta so o

hmmmmm God wil help u oooooo

See injustice abeg...this z a great lesson to us all..stop buying second hand things pls

how police dey take investigate soldier matter sef

Too bad you are just suffering for a crime you know nothing about

Episode 15 It is over two months and not a single person had come to visit me at the police station in Agbor. My mother must be worried sick. I had informed her that I would be back in July but this is October. The first Visitor I had was a Lawyer that came to me a day before I was taken to court for the first trial, after hearing my story he began to discuss his fees, he further said he hired the commercial motor cyclist that brought him to the station, the Rider is on standby and he will need me to settle the bills, he further said I would pay three thousand naira for every court appearance excluding sundries fees. He was furious when I told him I had no kobo on me, he left cursing me. No Lawyer came to represent me the next day at court and the case was postponed to January 15th 1992. I spent Christmas and New Year festivals inside the Police cell. Some church people visited the detention centre on Christmas day and gave us good food and drinks, I was getting used to my new way of life, so I ate and drank to my fill, who knows when I would eat something good again. Sergeant Godwin was keen on closing my case speedily so that he could move on to other issues in his life. He invited several lawyers to take up my case but they were all hungry “charge and bail” lawyers that hang around court premises looking for documents to endorse for stipends, these Lawyers made me to wonder if they really went to school and graduated as Lawyers! I used to revere Lawyers until I came across these bunch. One of the Lawyers told me that his monthly salary was less than one thousand five hundred naira in 1991, he regularly needs extra income to augment the numerous expenses he incurs as a result of trying to meet up with his social status, “a Barrister at Law”. I remember a certain lawyer that came to discuss with me and I saw two bed bugs crawling up the collar of his Coat, whenever I remember that scene I laugh because the Coat was not on the man, rather the man was inside the Coat, I guessed he borrowed it from someone twice his size, the man was scraggy, he was begging me for money for pure water when he realized that what I needed was a philanthropic lawyer. The truth is that I had some money in my account but I was far away from home, my cheque book was in Enugu and I did not even know if my house had been re allocated, I had no idea of anything happening in the outside world, whenever I tell all the lawyers about my money in the bank, their eyes become green, but when I tell them about the inaccessibility of the money, their eyes turn red and they leave me in anger. Sergeant Godwin had to close my case either by ensuring I go to Prison or I am released; the later seemed impossible though and I was not surprised when he came around after our court session on the 15th January dancing and humming to himself along the corridor of our Cells. Because of insufficient evidence on my side to vindicate me, and because of insufficient evidence on the side of the police to convict me for armed robbery, I was put on awaiting trial list and transferred to Abakaliki Prisons while the Police continued with investigation. My O.C told me it was better for me to be on A.T.L Awaiting trial list than to be sentenced to death for armed robbery, one thing he did not tell me was that many people are on awaiting trial and have been there for ages while many had died while waiting for their freedom. I was not able to send message home to my Mother or Baba Miko, my only friend Saka did not show up at all, I did not blame him though after all I almost implicated him. No further information about Mr. Chike so everything about the case revolved around me alone. The Konwea family were happy when they were told by Sergeant Godwin that I had been sentenced to life jail at Abakaliki Prison. The madam came to my cell that evening and rained curses on me and my generations. I was just laughing because ‘he that is down fears no fall’, my family had been cursed right from the origin of my being so she did not need to waste her energy on cursing me, so she kept cursing as I kept laughing; she said it would have been better for me to be shot or sent to the hangman than the life sentence I got. The Police did not tell her that I was on A.T.L, they too wanted to be free from the Konwea family pressure to get justice for their dead father. When the Madam left my Cell that night, it then dawned on me that I was in trouble. I recounted the pain I suffered at the depot, I recounted the honour I got from the Village when I returned from depot, and I recalled the honour I got from Soldiers and Officers during the G.O.C Cup competition, then I realized that the world had not been fair to me and my Mother, whatever Curse my grandfather had placed on my Parents should not be upon me because I did not choose to be the offspring of their union. If I had remained in the Village as a Brick layer I would not be here today, if I had not planned to help remove my mother from suffering perhaps I would not be here today. The bitter truth is that if my mother had not fallen foolishly in love with a drunkard to incur her Fathers wrath I would not be here today! I hated every being that was part of my existence that night. I cried, I screamed, I fought with everyone in the cell that night and consequently I got the beating of my life which left me bruised and fagged out and I fell asleep.

This z not good at all

hmmmm I have nting to say is only God DAT will deliver u from dis calamity DAT have be falling u .... .. following... @somkhid u are sighted

God! Your case is getting more pathetic day by day and I can't help but agree with you that your family is cursed and it's heavily following you. Its just very obvious that the Police failed to do their duty of a proper investigation just because an influential family is involved. Hope one day help would come your way but for now, You are almost doomed

Hmmmmmm #crying#

Nawa ooo na so dis life be,may God help u 2 come out of this.

I pray God send a gud samaritan 2 u @Ojo..

its only jah dat can deliver u

You had better start praying....only God could save you

I still dey pity you

Is only God that can help out of this

Chai u really suffered

*sobbing quietly *

oh my God.... this is so heart raking......may God help you.

@Pizzaro abeg help mhe wid white handkerchief pls, i can't stand vhiz anymore ,

Hmm... @Dgreat we'll definitely need two handkerchief's cos i can't stand it either o.

don't worry it will soon be over.. can't cry

Pathetic

*typless*

Eeya,i feel 4u

Life

#commentless :(

I feel pity for ya poor boy;-( but i warned you before you buy the car o

Eeyaah! I feel ur pain oh. God will help u out

Episode 16 They called it “Correction Centre” but it is actually a “Corruption centre”. I can authoritatively say that Prison administration in Nigeria is far from being a corrective institution. It is a den where greedy, demented and desperate men in uniform take advantage of helpless men that are under lock and key. I pray for you today as you read my story that you and your loved ones shall never be inmate to any prison anywhere. In prison, you are reduced to less than a human being! You have no rights, no privileges! You are at the mercy of the Warders. To survive in Prison, you have got to have strong outside connections. People die daily that we got tired of crying when anyone died. Corruption starts from the entrance gate! It is all about money. Sometimes I wonder if these Warders do not receive salaries, or maybe all our Para-military services in Nigeria are just there to extort and exploit the helpless Civilians. The Warders will do anything for money! I cannot list all of the atrocities that go on in the Prison because it comes in varied forms; all you need to keep a Warder under your control is to buy him or her. After spending six months at the Abakaliki Prison without a single Court appearance, I then understood why some of us had been there for years praying and waiting for Gods intervention. There were professionals of various fields convicted for varying offences in Prison. Fraudulent Bankers, negligent and fake Doctors, indicted Police and Military Officers, Advance fee fraudsters, Armed Robbers, Rapist, prostitutes that murdered, drug traffickers and politicians. The list is endless. But in prison, we are all reduced to the same. We are all criminals according to the warders, either convicted or awaiting trial. Sometimes a convicted fellow brought to prison would serve his term and gain freedom while you are still on trial for an offence committed before the convicted fellow went to jail. Justice is severally delayed in Nigeria which always leads to justice denial. I once called one of the Warders called “inside inside” he was called “inside” because he usually commands that an stubborn inmate or a new inmate be sent into the innermost cell, put am inside! Inside! He would command and that earned him the nick name “inside”. Oga inside I beg I want to talk to you: I had requested one night when he was inspecting the sleeping inmates in their Cells. Na wetin? He retorted Oga! I beg na wetin be my fate now? I don dey here for six months now and nothing don happen! Not even a Court appearance! Abi una want make I die here? How someone go dey for ATL for six months without trial? I enquired. Listen Yoruba man! He said: na only six months you don spend here and you dey hala! You no dey ask your fellow criminals how long them don stay here? Or you no meet many of them for here? Ehn? Answer me! But Oga Inside! Is it fair? I asked; how una go just abandon us here like that without any hearing for Court? Na me bring you here? He challenged; you dey craze? See as you dey talk to me sef! See me see trouble with this silly and criminal Yoruba Soldier o! Na me send you to go commit? In short why I dey waste my time dey talk to you sef? Ngwa! Go back to sleep, go inside! Inside! He began to hit the metal gates with his Baton furiously that other Prisoners woke up and started shouting at him to stop disturbing their sleep, I hurriedly laid down and pretended to be asleep while Oga Inside was still exchanging words with inmates hurling insults at him. An inmate of mine, a former Banker told me that one really needs money to get anything he wants from inside the prison. I did not believe him at first until after I had spent one year. February 1993, I was told by Oga Inside that my case will be heard in Court in two days. He told me to better be ready and I said I would. I did not understand. I told my fellow inmates the good news and they were happy for me, our mindset in ATL was that it is better to die than anticipating death. So going to Court was a step in the right direction, at least I have been made to know that I cannot get a death sentence as the evidences against me were not substantive to nail my coffin. I would get a sentence for purchase of stolen property and the term would run concurrently. Oga Inside and another Warder came to pick me up on the D day, along the Corridor of the Prison, Oga Inside asked me to settle him before we get to the waiting black Maria that would take us to Court. I told him I did not have money. But you tell me say you go dey ready nah! He said I no sabi say na money you day talk about nah! I think say you dey advise me to get ready for the Court appearance; I replied. Advise you? I be your lawyer? Okay o! no wahala! You think say you get sense no be so? He asked Oga Inside! I no understand you o! I don dey here for one year now, you don see me with money before? Even if I borrow, how I go take pay back? I asked him. No worry nah! Yoruba People too dey claim like say na them sabi book pass everybody! Go come! I dey wait for you here! Agaracha must come back! He walked out on me and the other Warder. On our way to the Court, the Warders collected money from every inmate in the Van; I did not have a dime so I was instantly blacklisted but I begged them and promised to make it up to them, how? I did not know. You think the Government care about the Prison service? How do you think we fuel this Motor carrying you to the Court? Look let me tell you, you better change o, else you will rot here, one of the Armed Warder told me; let me tell you, he continued; call on anyone you know, any relative at all to help you get money! Without money, you will die in here! Money makes things happen here! When we encountered traffic hold up along the way, we looked through the window of the Van and called out to Passersby for alms which many gave to us by sliding naira notes through the window, a certain woman ran after the van banging at the door, one of the Armed Guards opened the door to ask her what her problem was, having surveyed to see that she was alone, she threw in a wad of naira notes on the floor of the Van and stopped running after us. The monies collected were countered and shared amongst everybody including me even though I got the least amount. I tucked the money in my anus. Yes that was the only purse we kept our money. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………............................. Our files were brought up before the presiding Judge and one after the other we were called up for hearing except for me. I was the last person on the pew when the Judge looked up and asked for any pending file when she realized that no other file was presented to her and I was yet to be attended to. Where is the case file of that young Man? She had asked the Court Clerk The Clerk hurriedly left the Court and reappeared after ten minutes with my file. My case was read but there was no defense Lawyer representing me, no witnesses were present, Sergeant Godwin was not present. Only the state prosecuting Lawyer was present so my case was postponed to April 8th 1993 while two of us were discharged and acquitted. As we were being driven back to the Prison, I was told by fellow inmates that I should have been prepared, I should have discussed with my Lawyer before the day of the hearing, my lawyer would have being in Court to ensure my case file was brought up for hearing; all in all, it boils down to the importance of one major factor, money! The Driver veered off the road to the back of a petrol Station along Ogoja road and parked, I knew they were up to something and I was curious. Five minutes later there was a whistle signal and two of the inmates removed their Prison Uniforms and gave them to the Warder, the back door of the Van opened and two young Lads entered, they pulled off their Clothes and gave to the two inmates who wore the clothes hurriedly and went out of the van while the new strangers were given the Prisoners Uniforms to wear, the Warder told them their names and was giving them a brief induction when the signal whistle went off again. I peeked through the Window to see a sleek black car parking by our Van, the back door opened again and a Politician inmate went out and entered the Car, we waited for Fifteen minutes before he entered with a travelling bag, he thanked the Warders and gave each a fat envelope and he shared money to all the inmates in the Van. I was wowed but I was happy. We stopped at a Market along Afikpo road and the Van parked again and one of the Warders asked if we want to buy anything, we all gave him money and he listed our demands on a piece of Paper, I requested for Garri and Groundnut. He was gone for an hour only to return with a “Ghana must Go” bag full of our supplies. When we got to the Prison, we had to settle all the Warders from the entrance gate to our Cell gate; they already knew we would return with goodies especially as the Politician had gone with us. Having settled all parties, my bag of Garri of about fifty kilogram was brought into my Cell by Oga Inside at night, he told me to keep it covered with my Blanket. That was the first ray of light in my darkness.

[b] somebody should come and invite everybody oooo [/b]

@pheranmmie041 and @pizzaro ur attention is needed here

omg!!! I so much love this story.

@saintkenz me shout a very loud amen o..hm @pizzaro or @pemamezi will do d roll call bro..me don retire :)

Prison..injustice and money..i pity ur life

this story z very touching

following

Nigerian wit injustice

I so much love this story

@somkhid tnk God u ar back,longest tym

nawa oh....hell on earth.

Hmmmmm

What will now be ur fate now Ojo? U better get prepared

Na so the politician take free himself... Na only God qo save u since u dnt have anybody.

na only God can save u ojo,thank for d I.v @pizzaro

hmmm nija nd dere injustice I prayvu make it @somkhid u are wlc back following...

na only God fit intervene 4 ur matter

N Y S C ,

Hmmm may God help you out oooo.... Next please

Hmmmmmmm! You really bought trouble as a car

May God help u out of this

Chairman so na like Dis prison dey

Episode 17 The Garri and Groundnut that I bought did not last for three days! I sold it all off. The Warder Oga Inside was my middle man; he ran errands for the inmates as long as he gets paid his stipend. The news that a certain Ojo in ATL has Garri and Groundnut went viral and I ran out of stock by the third day and I realized three hundred percent profit after settling my agent, Oga inside! Inside! He asked if I wanted to replenish my stock and I said yes so we negotiated and I paid him his commission and by mid night on the third day, he smuggled in a fifty kilogram of Garri and five bottles of ground nut into our cell for me and this time he included four packs of Santana water proof nylon bags into which I measured a cup of Garri and tied it for easy and handy sale, I also tore the nylon bags and tied up the groundnuts for sale. The demand grew and wallet grew too that by April I could afford a Lawyer. A young female Lawyer had come to visit her client and on her way back, Oga Inside told her about my need for a legal representative, she agreed to see me instantly and Oga Inside arranged our meeting. I told her my story but she said she would make up her mind only after hearing my case and to know the quality of evidence against me. She said she would represent me free of charge on April twentieth as scheduled and only after then can we discuss business. On April twentieth we were in court and I was represented by Barrister Amaka Dike, the daughter of a senior advocate of Nigeria and a Magistrate Court Judge in Abuja. During the hearing of my case which lacked substantial evidence, she requested for more time to fully investigate the case and she requested for the presence of the prosecutor and the O.C of the case by our next hearing which was later adjourned till September sixth. Barrister Amaka then bombarded me with barrage of questions, both relevant and irrelevant questions, she wrote exhaustively as I answered her questions. She then agreed to take up my case and we agreed on her professional consulting fees which I paid up instantly. I then gave her the story of my life and told her of my concern for my mother in the Village, I told her of the money I have in the Bank and my property in my house which I believed the Army would have moved to the Store and reallocate my house. I told her the key to my house is my travelling bag that was in the Custody of the Abakaliki Prisons authority. All said and done, she drove in her Car to the Prison later in the day and requested for my keys from the Warders which they gave it to her with my authorization. On her way out she came to bide me fair well, I knelt down and begged her, I told her again of how I was born and the travails that had being lot from birth, I told her every detail about how my mother survives and my fear for her health now that she has not heard from me in almost two years. Barrister Amaka could not but cry with me when I became emotional while telling her my story and my plea for assistance. She left that day April twentieth and promised to be at Court on the sixth of September My confidence level rose in the prison as I could pull some strings now and I joined the group of Prisoners that were released from their Cells at night stretch their legs by walking about the Prison premises or converging under shadows to smoke Indian hemp and drink beer purchased for us by our errand Boys, the Warders. Sometimes Girls, especially prostitutes are sneaked into the Prison Yard on our request for a quickie or two. I have witnessed a scenario where nine of us had quickies with a single Girl in turns. We all paid her as agreed and at the end of the Fun she walked out normally chewing gum as if nothing had happened, but her purse was fatter than when she came. Of course she will settle her love-vendor, the Warder that brought her in and those at the gate too. Indian hemp was smuggled in and sold to us by the Warders at twice the price , a couple of times Oga Inside had helped me to buy Parcels of Indian hemp which I re wrapped and sold at fantastic profit, but it was too risky so I simply focused on my Garri and Groundnut business. I became a creditor to many inmates as I lent many of them money when they are desperately in need. Would you believe if I tell you that some prisoners are actually escorted to their homes at night and returned to Prison before dawn? It happens so long as cash is concerned, there was a man that had been in prison for twelve years and during this period, his wife had three children for him, his biological Children I mean! The Prison medical Doctor visits on Mondays and Fridays only, the nurses are the ones readily available to attend to emergencies and there were always emergencies especially from the C.C Cell. The condemned criminal Cell was like a den of Lions, even the Warders were scared of the inmates and seldom interfere when they fight, severally dead bodies had been carried out of the CC Cell due to strangulation or bursting someone’s head on the Brick wall. Many times they rushed a new inmate to the clinic as a result of tears and bruises to the anus due to forceful penetration by Rapists in the C.C cell. The irony of it all is that the Patients are returned to the same Cell after treatment only to meet the same treatment that led them to the Hospital. It was common to hear screams and cries from the C.C cell especially in the dead of the night. For those of on ATL, the fear of the condemned Criminals Cell was the beginning of wisdom. I was somehow comfortable now in Prison because I was making enough money to see me through, it was just by a stroke of luck that I decided to buy Garri and groundnut with the money I realized when we went to court in February, if I had not bought the Garri, I would have spent the money somehow. I kept the profits realized from my sales with Oga Inside, though I knew it was risky but at least it can be traced to him rather than keeping money in the Cell where not less than fifty persons inhabit at every point in time. Whenever I lay hands on my Cheque book, I would retrieve my account number from where I wrote it and then transfer my money from Oga Inside to the bank and subsequent profits will be sent straight to the bank through any warder. I wished I had opened an account for my Mother when I went to the Village, at least I could transfer some money into her account from Prison here, but how was I to know that I would be here now? September sixth came very quickly and we went to Court for my case hearing. My file was the first to be presented for hearing because my Lawyer, Barrister Amaka Dike, the daughter of a SAN was in Court. The state prosecuting Lawyer was present, Sergeant Godwin was present but the Konwea family was not represented; I was later to know that they refused to honour the Court summons because they suspected a foul play and they had vowed to institute a legal action against the Nigeria Police. They said the Police had informed the Family that I had been sentenced to jail for life so how come they were being invited to Court for the hearing of a case that was presumed closed? Even Sergeant Godwin had decline coming to Abakaliki but for the insistence of barrister Amaka. The case was further adjourned to February 1994 to allow for further investigation. The Judge accused the Police of gross incompetence and lackluster attitude in carrying out their duties; the Judge was impressed with the submissions of my Lawyer which were -Mr. Chike is from Ibagwa Nike in Enugu state and his family house is known -Mr. Chike’s Wife and three Kids live in his Village house in Ibagwa -Mr. Chike has relocated to Yaoundé in Cameroon and is trading on Motor Spare parts and accessories -Mr. Chike still sneaks into Nigeria to do business and to see his Family -Mr. Chike is being monitored by the Interpol of both countries -the Nigerian Police will make arrest once Chike steps into the Country. After the Court session, I was so elated that I hugged my Lawyer passionately and thanked her immensely; at last there was a sign of hope in my seemingly hopeless situation. That was not all, she sat me down and gave me more details of her activities since we parted ways in April. She went to the Barracks to meet Colonel Asemota my Commanding Officer but was told that he had been transferred to Lagos and replace by another Colonel Garba. She had introduced herself and explained her mission. The quarter master was instructed to take her to the Store where my properties were kept as my house had been reallocated to another Soldier. She searched and found my Cheque book. I jumped and hugged her again. She just laughed but her eyes did not spark as she laughed which means either she does not me hugging her or she wasn’t just in the right mood to share my joy so I cautioned myself to restrain from hugging her. How can I pay you for all your efforts? I asked her you have single handedly done what the Nigeria Police could not do! How did you dig up all these facts about Mr. Chike? How? I demanded. It’s my job Ojo! It’s my job! She said as she tried to force a smile, but her eyes betrayed her. No spark. Ha! May God almighty bless you my Sister! I said as she removed my Cheque book from her Purse and handed to me. My Mother! I need to send money to her! I said. Then she quietly said something that sounded like “I went to Esa-odo” You say what? I asked aloud I saw your Mother! She said Mama! You saw my mother? I asked nervously searching her face as she tried to hide her emotions. Yes! I went to Esa-Odo, I saw your uncle Baba Miko and I saw your mother. Your mother is sick, she is very very sick; I interrupted her. How do you mean? What do you mean very very sick? Please talk to me! I begged on my knees, I was scared. When your mother waited for one year and she did not see you or hear from you, she came to Enugu to look for you in company of Baba Miko. They went to the Army barracks and were eventually directed to your Unit. On getting to your unit, they met a group of Soldiers discussing under a Mango tree and they asked about you. The Soldiers told them different versions of how you were involved in armed robbery and your eventual execution by the Police. Your mother lost her mind instantly! Baba Miko took her back to the Village and since then she has not come to her senses. She carries a Picture of you in Army uniform with her every where she goes now, she would sit and stare at the Picture for over one hour then she would stand up and stare at a distance smiling and whispering your name as if she is seeing you. I tried to talk to her, I told her you were alive and okay, I told her you sent me to her but she just gaze at me as I spoke, it was as if I was not there talking to her. I spent two days in your Village, I lodged at a Hotel in Ijebu Jesha, a town close to your Village and the next day Baba Miko and I took her to Ilesha Psychiatric hospital. That was the much I could remember as I lay on the bed at the teaching Hospital recuperating, I was on drip. I was told by the nurses that I was rushed in from the Court the day before. My Mother had gone mad. -

May God save u

Oh... So pathetic.

Saviour has come..,. Pray amaka dike will help u out

This is too much oh

i pray d hand of law catch u quickly @chike

eayah I pray ur mother will be OK Mrs amaka u are such a wonderful someone God will bless u abundantly waiting for more cook @somkhid tanks bro

so so so pathetic, OJO were u cursed?

crying...it is well

Hmmmm.

Chaii amaka God go bless u 4 me o

omq

oh my God...this is so heart raking,hope the lawyer helps you out.

So pathetic

Did u end up marrying amaka dike?????

dis story is so pathetic it just full of agony nd sorrow may God save u o amen

What a sorrowfull case

Oh! What a pity! All this is happening just because some stupid policemen failed to judiciously carryout their statutory duties. A simple and intense investigation which would have brought Mr. Chike to book was neglected and now your poor mother is suffering bcos of their negligence. I dislike the NPF with passion even though they are my colleagues as a security agent. Thumbs up to the Barr. She went extra miles for you oooo.

I believe Amaka Dike will help you out

kai!! al wil be wel.. seems that your lawyer will be ya future wife i guess.. next oooo

At least, am already smiling for you

Life hmmmm

Episode 18 I sat in solitude as I smoked a wrap of Indian hemp; we called it Kpoli in Abakaliki Prison. I was outside the Cell at night but within the confines of the Prison Yard. I needed to think out the way forward in my life, I had been doing this for the past six days. First of all, I do not have a Father, I do not have any sibling, and I do not have any known Cousin, Uncle or Aunt. I grew alone with my Mother, we hardly received Visitors except for those that seek to buy domestic Animals on non-market days that would come and ask my mother if she knew anyone that has to sell. I did not visit anyone socially, even on boxing days when Children visit relations in the spirit of Christmas; I never participated for once in my life. My mother brought me up the hard way, she was scared of losing me, and I was always within her sight. Eventually when I came of age I ventured to leave the Village to carve out my destiny and all these calamities are befalling me. Okay! Let’s say life is not a bed of roses, let’s say everyone has his or her own issues in life! I agree. They say the Rose flower also has thorns, but mine are merely thorns! All the flowers are withered. They say it is him that wears the shoe that knows where it pinches; I decided not to wear just a shoe but a Boot! But my Boot is full of thorns! It pinches me all over! Joining the Army was not an easy feat to endure but I survived depot without a visit from any one for the whole nine months. Instead of staying in the Army and reap the fruit of my labour, here I am in Prison; borne out of my negligence! I have wasted almost four years of my life waiting for an elusive freedom. I do not know how much longer I would stay here. Now, my Mother, my only relation, she was the reason I left home for Zaria, I wanted to prove my Village People wrong, I wanted to change the name of my family for good, I wanted to redeem our lost glory, I wanted Mama to be able to walk tall in the Village, I wanted to help change her life in the City so that when she returned home, tongues will wag and people will marvel at the transformation in her life. I wanted the constant frown that has left permanent lines on her forehead to be wiped off! I wanted her dimple to return to her face by putting a constant smile on her lips. I had it all planed out right from the day I entered the Army. Even though I was not an Army Officer, my earnings would have been enough for me and my mother. I had rented a Shop for her already and I had money set aside for her to start a business with, my trip to the village had started the magic of restoring our family’s dignity, I had plans to enroll in school and get a degree so as to apply for commissioning to the Officer cadre, or better still I resign and get a civil job, I had it all planned out! My Mother has gone mad; some silly Soldiers had lied to her and broken her heart. She was called “iya oloju kan” in the Village, the Woman with a lone eye, I was the lone eye and now the supposed lone eye is plucked out! How would she see? She has gone blind! Her world has been plunged into pitch darkness completely! She now sees nothingness! Barrister Amaka said my Mother gazed at her but did not see her, I know my mother, she is just waiting for death to take her, if not for the fear of God, she would have gone to drown herself at the Osun River. She had always talked of committing suicide but for the consequence when she gets to heaven, she would have killed the two of us whenever things got so tight and we went without food for days. Only if I could do something from here! My God! Why have thou forsaken me? Why is my own so different? Please God help my Mother, save her! If she dies, what becomes of me? What is the essence of all my aspirations? I will be likened to the lunatic on the street who has no family to be identified with. Even his biological relations point at him from a distance and shake their heads in shame at his plight. I needed to see my Mother! If she sees me she will regain her senses, I was positive about that. I only need to cuddle her and keep her close to me and gradually she will be well, it may not be instantly, but she will eventually recover if we stay together, I know what to say to her, I know her favourite songs, I will sing them for her, I know she loved to watch me dance, I will always dance for her, I will sit her down and plait her hair, I used to plait her hair, I know the foods she loved, I will prepare them for her and feed her like my baby. Oh mama mi. But I am in prison, even if she is brought here to see me, I can only cuddle her, I would not be able to keep her close, wont her condition become worse if she is brought here and taken away? The moment she sets her eyes on me, would she let go? She would go berserk if she comes here to see me and after ten minutes I am ushered back to my cell, away from her. Whatever string that is still holding her between sanity and total insanity would snap! The other person that seems to affect me somehow now is Barrister Amaka. I do not really understand how or where to place her. She is supposed to be a paid legal consultant to me but she has gone beyond that! The way and manner she is taking my case called for concern because she had not even requested that I paid for all the cost she had incurred so far. She had dug up much about Mr. Chike, she had gone to my home town to see my mother, and she had visited the Army Barracks to collect my Cheque book. All these moves cost money yet I have only paid her for the initial consulting fee. I hope I would be able to pay up when she eventually gives me her bill. I have a lot of money saved up now though lately I have stopped saving after the news of my mother’s health got to me. To tell myself the truth, I secretly wished this Barrister was not so high in status! Imagine the daughter of a senior advocate of the federal republic of Nigeria! The daughter of a magistrate Court Judge, handling my case! How on earth could I have come in contact with her in normal life? But she is so unassuming and down to earth. She does not treat me with disrespect and there is no iota of pride or arrogance in her. She even had to shed tears with me the other day when I was crying and begging her to help me because of my poor mother; she also lost the spark in her eyes when she wanted to tell me about my mother’s present state of health. She knew it would break my heart and she was not happy being the harbinger of such news to me. She has got a good heart. I was on the third wrap of kpoli when Oga Inside came to join me; he sat quietly starring at me as I dragged on my kpoli, I was in another realm and my brain cells were charged and running errands. I looked at him and offered him the Indian hemp, he collected it and took two long drags, he allowed the smoke to run errands in his system before exhaling thick smoke which he directed to my face, we were communicating, I got the message; we laughed out loud together. We finished smoking the parcel together in silence before Oga Inside broke the silence. Ojo I want to talk to you! He had said. Oga mi, talk! I dey listen. I said. This Indian hemp wey you don start to dey smoke everyday now no good o! I sabi say you be Soja before you come here and Kpoli no be new thing for a Soja, but I no sabi say you dey smoke am well well like this nah! Oga inside! I interrupted; life don tire me I beg! I just tire for everything! Hmm,I understand your situation Ojo, he said; this na my twenty three years for this Prisons work and I don serve for eight different Prisons all over Nigeria so my eyes don see plenty! Your case no be the worst o! At all, at all! In fact your case better pass plenty People own. No be People dey for C.C cell? Thank your God say you still get hope of leaving here someday. Thank God say you get sound health, you dey fit to eat and drink, you dey even smoke Kpoli! Old boy! I don see cases wey worse pass your own well well! You wey dey inside Prison and you still dey do business, you dey complain! Oga Inside! I interrupted; wetin be the importance of the money wey I dey make when my Mama, the only Person wey I get for life don kolo? What is the use? I asked. The use be say, you still fit use that money to cure her and take care of her! He said; but if you use your money to smoke Kpoli finish, how you go take carter for your mama medical needs? How you go take settle your Lawyer? Even me wey I dey here with you, you think say na because I like you? I go run from you I swear! You mean am? I asked him. Before nko? He asked; no be quarrel me and you dey always quarrel before? Abi you don forget? The reason I dey close to you na because you dey settle me o! If not, wetin go make Warder and Prisoner sidon together dey share Kpoli smoke? Look! You better wise up o! Stop this yeye habit wey you want to start now before you ruin yourself! Kpoli dey very expensive inside Prison and at the rate you are going, you go smoke your money finish then your eyes go clear! By that time, your case go bad pass your mama own sef! And that your Barrister! He said; he be like say she like you! The way she dey carry your matter put for head dey make me to wonder whether no be me connect her to you again! Wetin you mean Oga? I asked Just be careful not to hurt her or disappoint her by misbehaving or giving up all hope, let her continue to see the drive and desire to survive in you. Stop burning your money on Kpoli! Don’t emulate these Politicians here! These Guys have chains of businesses churning out money for them outside the walls of these Prisons and abroad. The only source of income you have now is the illegal trade you are indulged in here, and remember that no be everybody like you! Some people dey jealous you already if you must know! But no be everything I go dey tell you! The fact that you are doing business in the Prison does not mean that it is legal and allowed! It is illegal! But we just look the other way, and for your information, the day our Oga or external inspectors will come here and they happen to find out, all of us including me will deny you three times before the rooster crows! So make your money while you can and stop squandering it, because nothing lasts forever! Before we parted ways that night, we agreed that he contact my Lawyer and together they should see that my Mother is brought to a Psychiatric Hospital in Abakaliki. From then we shall know the way forward. I will forever be grateful to Oga Inside for our discussion that night. Oga Inside did not embezzle my money, although he had used up some of it for family issues but he promised to pay back. The balance of eight thousand naira with him he had deposited into my Bank account, he brought back the deposit slip to me for keeps

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God will help you to survive this ordeal and get you out of that Prison. Oga inside's advice came I'm handy and I hope you abide by it

@somkhid which category were you nominated

Lol shomkid no need to dey postrate pipu go vote you........... So dem dey say na inside black pot,white papa dey comot,oga inisde inside giv u somtin to tnk about ... Ojo ur sorrow go soon turn to Joy,hmmm abi Barster Amaka na ur future wife(just sayin) :mrgreen:

God will help You.. Hmmmn Oga inside get brain ooh.

Dat oga inside don supris me wit him sensibl advic 2 u, u beta reason wel n dnt giv up hop, is jst a mata of tim

Chaii eiya..so so sory 4 u

Oqa inside likes u wella, see as he talk sense to u... U qet to chanqe.

following ..... @somkhid am no longer ur fan ... waiting for more cook bro ojo it shall be well

I Finally Met Up Wit Dis Story.....Kudos 2 U Somkhid

Hmmmm..... Xoxo touching..... Ride on

Such is life...since your mother aint praying again in her condition....you should take up the mantle...ur Creator aint sleeping

[b][color =blue]tori us nwanne....ojo abeg tak am easy with kpoli[/color][/b]

Episode 19 FEBRUARY 10TH 1994, we were in Court and the only new development was that the Lady that was raped in the Konwea’s family was in Court to testify to the incident of the night the Car was stolen and their Father murdered. She testified that I was not among the Rapist, so the case was once again adjourned till the 19th of June to allow for further investigation. Baba Miko was also in Court, he had been in Abakaliki for about two weeks when my Mother was brought to a Psychiatric Hospital, we had not seen for a while and I was happy seeing him but he was sad at my situation. This time around, the Police had closed in on Mr. Chike and were only waiting for him to make a wrong move. On our way back to the prison and by special arrangement, we drove to the Psychiatric wing of the University teaching Hospital in Abakaliki to see my mother. I was so sad after the visit that I became depressed and I fell sick, I was hospitalized at the prison hospital for three days. My mother was far gone! Immediately I saw her in her ward, I had expected her to react positively on sighting me but she looked past me into oblivion, it was as if I was not there. Her stare was stone cold and pale, she was very thin that I could see her entire skeletal system through her tight skin, apart from being psychologically unstable, she was equally ill, she was on drip, and her eyes were sunken, expressionless and bland. Mama was dying slowly. I broke down in tears at her sorry sight. Every one tried to console me; I was taken out of the ward and later brought back when I got control of myself. I sat on her bed and carried her gently onto my Lap, I pulled her close and held her firmly for some minutes, I recited our family eulogy into her ears while pulling on her graying hair, isang into her ears, her favourite tunes. I was permitted to detach the drip from her arm so I could carry her about in my arms; I kept talking to her as I rocked her walking around the hall called Ward 6. I kept talking to her and begging her to stay with me, I told her my plans for her, I told her I was not dead, I was alive and healthy. It was barrister Amaka that noticed the tears running down my mother’s cheek! I could not see it as a result of the tears in my own eyes. The nurses were happy that she eventually reacted emotionally; they said it was a good sign. Baba Miko knelt down and started thanking God for the fact that my mother could cry; it meant that she was coming back. He kept saying that he knew I was her cure. Baba Miko had come to Abakaliki with all the money he had, he said he sleeps anywhere in the Hospital premises but most times he slept with the security guards at the hospital, he said he wakes up early in the mornings and wash up any car parked in the premises then he hangs around and greet the Owners when they want to drive away, that had guaranteed his daily bread since he came to Abakaliki. I promised to send him some money to rent a temporal apartment and for upkeep. I sent it through Oga Inside. After my recovery from the hospital, mama became my obsession. It was risky for me and Oga inside as he constantly smuggled me to the hospital at least three nights in a week to attend to my Mother. There was this night I had told Oga Inside to get his Wife to prepare bean cake using palm oil and pap using wheat so we could take to my Mother who had not tasted food for a long time, that was why she had been on drip since she came to Abakaliki. I carried her as usual when I got to the hospital, I then told her I had prepared Akara elepo (Bean cake prepared with palm Oil) and Eko olokababa (Pap made of wheat) for her, I then took a ball of Akara to her mouth, to the astonishment of every one watching, she opened her mouth and gnawed weakly at the ball, there was shouts of joy from the nurses, the other patients in the room started shouting and screaming too and some of them had to be sedated to keep them calm again. Baba mike fell on the floor and started rolling about, he was shouting Jesu oseun! Jesun oseun o! (Thank you Jesus). Mama finished a big ball of Akara and took eight table spoons full of Pap before vomiting everything on my body; she also urinated and excreted on me. The Doctor said I should not panic as it was very normal for her system to react that way, he said they would continually be trying to feed her with the delicacy. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………............................... June came and passed and we did not go to Court due to strike action in the nations Judiciary, all Court cases were postponed indefinitely. I continued to do my business; I sometimes add Sardines or Geisha to my Stock. Some rich inmates buy Garri and Geisha to prepare cold Eba with Geisha as soup. I stopped smoking Kpoli every night, I smoked once in a while and that was only when Oga Inside was not on night duty. Through the rest of 1994 I kept visiting mama nicodemously. Her condition kept improving except for her inability to talk. She moved her eyes and followed movements, she could blink her eyes and she tried to smile however wryly. On the first of January 1995,at night as usual with Oga Inside; I sat mama down by her bed and I plaited her hair for her, she needed to look good on near year day. I ended up plaiting the hair of six other inmates that became uncontrollable when they saw me plaiting mama’s hair, they came and sat by my side and started to loosen their hair in readiness for their turn. One of the nurses brought out a mirror and gave to mama after her hair was done, though it was forbidden to allow the Patients access to mirrors. For the first time mama laughed out, the sound of her laughter was strange but it was laughter all the same. Baba Miko performed his jubilation drama again. Baba Miko! He is actually not a blood relation of ours in any way. I was drawn to him because he had always been close to me and my mother, he was the only listening ear we had and he was always trying to assist us in any way he could. I have never known him to be married, but I know his kinsmen. For him to have abandoned his brick laying work back home and come to Abakaliki with my mother to live like a beggar and wait on her to recover is what beats my imagination. I knew there was something I did not know between the two. But time would tell, I need him where he is now since I could not be there twenty four hours, and I was grateful to him. 1995 and 96 passed without a court appearance due to incessant strike actions in the country. Some developments also took place around me within the two years. Barrister Amaka was promoted and transferred to Abuja Supreme Court. But before her departure, she had introduced a certain Barrister Efe to me as her colleague and my new counsel. I loved the man instantly because of his warri accent. He was very warm and jovial. Barrister Amaka did something that I did not understand until much later; she told me she had altered my date of birth as recorded in my file, she also showed me a sworn affidavit of age declaration in my name, I was borne on the 6th of September 1972, but the new age read 1974, she had reduced my age by two. She said I should not forget my new age hence forth. I thanked her even though I did not know the reason. She promised to be following up my case from Abuja and that I should have confidence in Barrister Efe. I believed her. Her Father retired from the Government and set up him private chamber in Awka the capital of Anambra state, his state of origin. My main man Oga Inside also went on voluntary retirement after having spent twenty five years in Prison service, he handed me over to Oga Frank, another Warder before he left. He paid me all he owed me and he was still coming to see me once in a while. Oga Inside invested his gratuity in Rice farming. He opened a Rice mill at Ezamgbo and he bought a twenty hectare of land for Rice farming alone. He told me that Local Rice is well sought after by fast food joints for preparing Ofada rice, he further explained that the exportation of Local Rice was also on the increase because of the nutritional value. He also said I was welcome to come and work with him after I must have been released. Mr. Luke Umahi! That is his real name and he hailed from Ohaozara local government of the then Enugu state but is today Ebonyi state. It is only few of us that got to know his real name. He is a man I cannot forget, I am for ever indebted to that man.

Wat an interesting episode

hmmmm

Am happy for u o..atleast ur mum z geting better

Amazing , seems lyk everything iz gradually turning out to be good 4 yuh,

Infact I am crying....emotionally toched.

hnmmmmmm ur story is indeed emotional....... is very unfortunate dat our judiciary is smtim else..... a baseless case made u to stay almst 7yrz in Prispn... is so unfortunate

#sniffs ... Following

All these years just in Awaiting Trial.... Hmmmmmmm! Naija and their way of doing things. God was really on yr side and sent good people to help you even in the worst of situation. From Barr Amaka, to Oga Inside to Baba Miko and to Barr Efe. It's just a matter of time and you'd be free

@frankkay no problem na just don't read this story again close ur eye

hw many years now in prison ..oqa o

Thank God ur mother z respondinq to treatment.... And hope 4 ur release.

*peeping* Hmmm Wat A Life!!!

so touching

Sooner or later, God will vindicate u. Ur mother will get well soon if u keep visiting her.

This story is very touching,i can't help buh drop one and two tears,God will surely see you through and bring the real criminals to book...

Veri touching

more interesting ... @somkhid I have closed my eyes no more reading ur story but no forget to update o am waiting. :)

hmmm

Am happy for u o..atleast ur mum z geting better

Episode 20 Two years passed quickly and my mother improved with every passing day; she had regained her weight, though she has never being a big person, she had always weighed about fifty five of sixty kilogram, her glow had returned but she could not talk, we communicate by writing in Yoruba language or by sign language, she wrote that she does not know why she could not speak and she had tried to loosen her tongue to no avail. The Doctor assured me that she would talk in due time, he said she had been mute for years without saying a word so she had lost her sense of speech but it is recoverable by special therapy and with the rate at which my mother had fought to come back to her senses, she would talk soon. On the fourth day of May 1997 barrister Efe followed by Oga Frank the Warder came to our cell in the afternoon before visiting hours calling out my name right from the entrance of the corridor to our Cell, I jumped up from my afternoon sleep scared as to why my name was been called aloud in such manner, I was the only Ojo in the whole of the Prison. They got to the gate of our cell beaming from ear to ear; Chike has been arrested o! He shouted; Chike and the gang have been arrested! Chike came home to visit his family at Easter! He was nabbed by the Police! He is busy singing to the Police at state C.I.D Enugu as I speak with you! Barrister kept repeating. I ran wild inside the cell, I screamed till my head ached, I hugged each and every inmate; I hugged them so tight my arms were aching afterwards. An elder inmate started a worship song and the whole cell became charged with rendition of worship and praise songs. I rolled on the floor like Baba Miko and wept tears of joy after almost seven years of incarceration. Where is Barrister Amaka? I eventually found the voice to ask Barrister Efe; she should be in Enugu by tomorrow, she has gone to Agbor to inform the Agbor Police and the prosecuting Family about the latest development. Kai! This Amaka na man! I shouted; what a man can do a woman can do better! Imagine what the Police station at Agbor could not do, a single Girl has done it! Ha! May God bless her! May God give her a husband that would appreciate her! A man that would know her worth! Ha! Victory at last! Glory be to God almighty! I danced like I never did for a long time, as my fellow inmate sang I danced like David danced in the Bible. October 9th 1997 I was set free by the Court! The hearing was brief and clear. Baba Miko, Mama, Barrister Amaka and Oga Inside were all in Court. Mr. Chike and the gang were all sentenced to life in jail with hard labour without option of fine or bail. The Judge took a cursory look at me, and then he skimmed through my file How old are you? He asked me directly. I remembered what Barrister Amaka had told me; I was borne on the 6th of September 1974 ma! That means I twenty three years old ma! I said. And how long have you been on awaiting trial? She asked. Since 1991 ma! About six years plus now ma! I replied She nodded her head, she skimmed through my file again then she removed her glasses and cleaned the lenses before putting it on again, she looked at the Counsels and beckoned at them to approach her, they did and discusses for about ten minutes then the Court went for one hour recession. Immediately the Court reconvened, the Judge court came in, received our compliments and proceeded immediately with the hearing. Mr. Ojo Makanjuola Stephens! You have spent over six years of your life in incarceration already! You were sent to prison when you were barely seventeen years of age, a minor! A juvenile! A teenager! Whoever did that? That was wrong! The purported crime which you committed at the age of seventeen should have been taken care by a juvenile Court and not sending you to a maximum security facility, the Police did not help matters as they were in a haste to heap all blame on you and bury the case. The divisional Police Officer and every Police Officer that handled this case shall be arrested and prosecuted for negligence of duty and gross incompetence! For having spent six years in Prison already, Mr. Ojo Makanjuola Stephens! You are hereby discharged and acquitted of all charges and you are free to go home in peace. She banged the table and she rose! Case closed! I turned back to see my Mother talking hurriedly and gesticulating to Baba Miko who stood looking at her with opened mouth. mama has started to talk! I walked towards my friends, I hugged Oga Inside, I patted his back and thanked him for everything, I moved towards my mother, she was on her knees with arms spread toward heaven speaking in tongues and in Yoruba language, It reminded me of her night vigils back in the Village, I turned towards Barrister Amaka, she just stood there as if afraid to move, tears were pouring out of her eyes, Oga Inside came behind me and nudged me forward then he whispered into my ears. She was not wearing their Lawyer uniform as she was no longer my Counsel, she wore a light blue Jeans and a fitted white silky blouse that clung to her body; I walked straight to her with open arms and embraced her, she wept uncontrollably as she rested her head on my shoulder and wrapped her slim hands around my neck. I raised her chin and looked into her eyes, they were inviting and our Lips locked.

[b][color =green]chai ojo na God save you...R.I.P oga chike....ojo you don find wife be that now ur life don better... Thumbs up @somkhid nyc story ever![/color][/b]

kissed her? wow am so happy for u oh, wat else?

i need all my fans to air there view https://www.coolval.com/forumsss/topic/special-announcement-to-all-coolvallers/

From prison to mariage..ojo weds amaka....happy mood activated

Hmmmm.Lips locked

chai.kisss.tnk GOD for ur lyf @OJO

Wow!!! Am so happy Finally finally finally de Lord of done it finally........

ojo with his first kiss haha :) gud gal amaka nd Oga inside u guys are gud people may God bless u most especially amaka omo dey jolly u have gain freedom nd also married... @somkhid boss u are sighted more pls

U wey neva brush teeth for six years de kiss ... Wey time to have d breath of freedom

I Need A Handki *tears dropping* Finally, [b]YOU ARE FREE[/b] Still *peeping*

Chaiiiii..happy at last.. Haha you kissed barrister Amaka with those unwashed mouth of yours hmmmn Gross!!!...6yrs u neva brush buh u remembered to kiss..smh

@besty who told u that ojo dont brush mind u dis is not a police cell

Hmmmm, pity u

He is free....... ThankGOD For amaka dike an anqel in human form... Who took the burden to herself

speechless bt i still tank God 4 wat e is doing nd wat e is still go to do in ur life

Haaahaaaa waooooo at last tnk God 4 ur life......... Buh hope u remember I told u barister Amaka may be ur future wife :mrgreen:

Haaahaaaa waooooo at last tnk God 4 ur life......... Buh hope u remember I told u barister Amaka may be ur future wife :mrgreen:

Haaahaaaa waooooo at last tnk God 4 ur life......... Buh hope u remember I told u barister Amaka may be ur future wife :mrgreen:

I hope u ar regained back into the army nd be paid ur allawances ....... Also dnt 4get baba Miko oooo d man really tried 4 u

I hope u ar regained back into the army nd be paid ur allawances ....... Also dnt 4get baba Miko oooo d man really tried 4 u

Oh, Great God

@skookum u no tell me anyfin oooo

I did oo somkhid if u trace bk my previouse comment i tnk maybe 2 or 3 episode back

Am so happy for you Ojo you are free at last

I hope dis z nt the end...

So touching,GOD visited u through amaka

Episode 21 I had hoped and wished for freedom from Prison all those years, believing the free world is safer than being behind bars. When freedom eventually came, I had challenges to contend with in the real world. The immediate issues where; where to go and where to start from, as in how to get my Job back, the second was how to take care of mama and settle Baba Miko and finally how to manage my budding romance with Amaka in the midst of these challenges. Mama had completely recovered and all bills were settled before she was discharged from the hospital. Baba Miko was fortunate to have started getting acquainted with the Hospital management immediately he came to Abakaliki, he had been washing their Cars and helping in fixing anything that needed repairs in the building so it was just natural they gave him a temporal job as a guard when one of their old guards retired and went back to his Village. He was to be on shift duty. We decided that he stayed put at Abakaliki for now, he said he would save up some money to buy modern tools for his Job before returning home or start life all over at Abakaliki. I discussed with mama and Amaka on my next move and we both agreed that mama stayed with Baba Miko in Abakaliki while I go to Enugu and see my Commanding Officer with the exoneration letter the Court gave me. It was at this juncture that I asked mama to tell me what I do not know about his relationship with Baba Miko. Mama Miko told me that Baba Miko had always loved her, he started pestering her for marriage since she was a teenager long before my Father came along with his sweet tongue and wooed her. My Dad was very handsome; he was popular with his dances at social functions and church services. He was more of an extrovert compared to Baba Miko. Every young girl at that time wanted to be identified with my Dad so she could resist him when he came for her because she felt she was lucky to have him. But my dad had turned out to be a disappointment. He was very lazy, he loved fun and hates work, he could sit over a keg of palm wine and talk about his plans for a better future but it ends there! He never moved a muscle towards acquiring and developing Lands for farming like his mates, instead he resorted to selling off his lands to his mates and drinking the money. I asked my mother her age as at that time and she said she was just sixteen years old when she conceived me, which made her forty one years old now, I had always thought she would be older, I never knew she had me at so tender an age. Baba Miko had left the village out of frustration and shame because our People have a saying that “it is the brave man that snatches the wife of a lazy man” every man in the village at that time knew Baba Miko was a strong and hard working man so for a well known lazy and unserious man like my Dad to collect a woman he was interested in, was a big slap on his face so he relocated to Ogbomosho. He returned to the Village when I was ten years old to find a wife only to discover that my mother had been widowed for about a decade, he did not marry again, and rather he approached her and restated his love for her but my mother told him she was afraid of marrying again. But Baba Miko remained in the Village so he could be around her and he too refused to marry. I told Mama to give him a chance; I told her that no man can love a woman more. The man had sacrificed everything for her, what Man would abandon his work and Kinsmen in the village and follow a Woman to a strange land to start living in servitude. The fact that he got here and sought out a means of survival showed that he is a determined and ambitious man. I told her to stay with him so I can go and pursue my own destiny. She prayed for me and Amaka and we all slept at Baba Miko’s two rooms Apartment and left early for Enugu the next day. We went straight to see my Commanding Officer, Colonel Garba whom Amaka met the last time she came for my Cheque book but he had also been transferred and replaced by a Colonel Akindele, a Yoruba man. We discussed with him for about one hour updating him on my case, he brought out hand over files from his predecessors and saw the copy of the letter the Police had sent to the G.O.C to release me to them for investigation, he called for a new file from his secretary and he put the letter into the new file, he then collected the exoneration form the Court gave me and put in the file too, he said he would take the new file and explain to the new G.O.C. Amaka then told him to make photocopies of the exoneration letter and give us the original, he obliged. So you are very free now? He asked at last Yes sir! I replied And this lady here is your Lawyer? He asked again Yes sir! I replied Good! Good! Boy! You would have gone through a tough time! How come the investigation took too long? He asked. The Police abandoned the case immediately he was moved to Abakaliki! They wanted him to rot there. Amaka replied. Kai! Sorry o! Not to worry, you will be rejabbed into the Army, I will personally take your case up, he promised. When we left the C.O’s Office, I went to see the new A.O and introduced myself, A.O is the Admin Officer and second in command to the C.O. he congratulated me and welcomed me back. I went and looked for the R.S.M who almost jumped out of his skin when he saw me; he was the same R.S.M seven years ago. He asked silly questions that annoyed Amaka. He was so pessimistic and incongruous asking me if I was sure I was free indeed! He asked if the family we robbed are aware that I have been released from Prison; he asked if I was sure I did not break out from Prison; it was Amaka that cautioned him by asking him he if he was scared that I was back, she told him that everyone had been happy to see me back except him, she asked him that if I were his Son and have been to jail for seven years, would he treat me the way he had just done? He felt challenged and demanded to know who she was. She told him she was a Barrister and my legal representative from Abuja. He turned and hurriedly left us. Something is wrong here! Amaka had said that day: the way this man reacted shows that he does not want you around, you need to be careful Ojo, she had cautioned. Our sergeant Korofo ran towards us as we were about entering Amaka’s Car, he called out my name and I turned to see him running excitedly towards me, we embraced. Old boy them don release you? He asked Yes sir! I replied Ha! I happy for you o! Thank God! I talk am! I talk am say you no guilty! I tell them say you must to come back one day! He said. He stretched his hands and we shook hands like men, he pulled me close and we hugged, then he whispered to my ears ‘wahala dey o! Oga R.S.M no like as you return o! He say Criminal na Criminal, he say him dey go tell C.O not to allow a Criminal back into the unit, so make you be careful o! I thanked him and he left. I told Amaka what he said and she advised that we be vigilant and careful. We drove to the house of Saka my friend, he had married with two Sons, and he was shocked to see me. I greeted his Wife and played with the Kids, I pulled him outside his house and apologized for the incident that happened seven years ago, he could not accept my apology, he was dumb founded because he knew I had come to show myself to him that after he abandoned me for seven years, I came out alive, after all what are friends for? It could have been me with him in a stolen Car he bought ignorantly; I would not have abandoned him like that. Amaka and I later drove to the Mammy market to eat, I pointed to her the shop I had rented for mama seven years ago, and someone now sells provision in it. I saw few Soldiers that still remembered my face, some thought I was posted out to another state, some also thought I had been in Lagos with the green Berets, the Army football team while those that knew what actually happened came and congratulated me, they said they heard of Mr. Chike’s arrest and they knew I would soon be free. I saw two of my mates with the rank of Corporal hanging on their arms; I congratulated them on their promotion. Amaka and I then drove to Dannic hotels at new Haven and booked a room to spend the night. We discussed in detail and planned on the way forward together. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Amaka happened to be the only daughter of her parents; she lost her mum to Cancer when she was just fifteen. She has two elder brothers both married to white women and based abroad, the eldest is with the United States marines Corp while the other is an Architect. She studied law at the University of Liverpool and came home for her national youth service Corps and upon completion a friend of her father’s helped her secured employment into Gani Fawehinmi Chambers, she was posted to the eastern region with head office at Ziks Avenue Enugu, now she has been posted to Abuja. She is twenty three years old while I am twenty five now. Her father is not a millionaire but he could afford the basic necessities of life, he was a Civil servant that grew through the ranks to become a magistrate Court Judge before retirement, he invested his money in educating his Children and he had no favourites amongst the Children. I asked her how her father would react if he got to know about us, she said her father does not care, he is only interested in his work and his books, if the mother were to be alive, then we would have cause to worry. Amaka had been spending her savings and salaries in pursuance of my freedom. I asked her what made her to help me and went through the hardship with me, she said it was because of the passion with which I begged her to help my mother, she said she watched as death gradually ate her mother up yet they could not help her, all her father’s connections and monies could not stop cancer from killing her mother whom she had loved so much. She said it is hard to see a man that would forget his own problems and take risks to save another like I did for mama. I told her that most women of our time would have run away from me once they see how attached I am to my mother; they prefer a man who has no mother at all. She said she believes strongly in the law of Karma that what goes around, comes around. She is a woman, if she dislikes my mother, her son’s spouse would dislike her too in future, she said. Finally we agreed that I rent a two- room self contained apartment outside the Barracks and wait till I am recalled into the force. I had some money on me. That night, she gave herself to me without reservation. Making love to Amaka was different, I was not paying for it so I was not selfish and brutal, we had the whole night to ourselves so I was not in a hurry, and we made every minute count. I had to increase the volume of the television so as to douse her mourns and my grunts. Three months after my release from Prison, I was yet to hear from the Army. I realized that the C.O was avoiding me, whenever I went to see him, his secretary always gave one reason or the other to prevent me from seeing him, however I was patient, these big men are always busy and I did not want to choke him. Such things take time I thought. By March 1998, it was six months out of Prison; I travelled to Abakaliki to see mama and Baba Miko, I went to their house but it was locked and no one was at home, then I took a Bike to the Hospital to see Baba Miko. He was so happy to see me after six months, he was all over me with questions which I answered as much as I could, he was looking very healthy and happy in his work uniform, and he took me round and introduced me to People as his Son in the Army. I asked after mama and he said she went to her Shop, he had opened a hairdressing Shop for her very close to the a private Girls Hostel for university students, he said mama makes more money than him now, he said she was waiting for me to come so she could give me money if I have not resumed work yet. He said there was something he would have loved to tell me now but would rather wait till I see it myself because he does not know how I would react. I asked him if he beat my Mother and he said no he would never do that. He was on day shift so we were together until he closed at 6.PM and we took a bike home together. I could not help laughing when I saw mama, I reeled with laughter as I entered their house and she turned around from the refrigerator to welcome Baba Miko home, she was shocked to see me and the drugs in her hands fell to the floor. I saw her bulging stomach shooting out from her small frame, it was strange to me because I never saw her pregnant before, I laughed and fell on the Couch in the Parlor while mama ran into the other room ,she was shy. Baba Miko just stood there grinning while I hailed him; Baba O! Baba o! eku ise sir! Well done sir!

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better days ahead....

Hahahahaha #Yawnin

Hahahahahahaha baba miko,u sabi score goal,miraculous goal 4 dat matter

Goodnews...,.. Conqrat Baba and mama Miko

Baba miko name real player oooo

Lolx .... Every episode makes me want more jus as if am having sex wit a master

THANKS FOR THE ALERT @Frankkay

Lol...good one..congrat baba miko

So happy 4 u @mamaojo,welldone @Baba miko

Congrats, happy for you

Lol! Baba Miko is a sharp man oooooo! Happy for them joor! But this love at old age shaa Thank God that finally you have been freed and now have a wonderful lady who is willing to spend the rest of her life with you. That RSM of yrs definitely has a cockroach in his cupboard and he might have influenced yr CO into avoiding you. Time will tell shaa

Baba Miko you sabi score goal no be small o

OMG!! What a strike frm BABA MIKO ,i fink chelsea , arsenal n manchester united will be looking to add him in their team before DEAD-LINE-DAY, AGE ? POSITION <9 GAME PLAYED <72 GOAL SCORED <65 HOT TARGET!!!!

Lol baba Miko na sharp guy jare........hmmmmm I beg what was d prblm of d@ stupid man ehn,did he janm head 4 okada,am sure u gona get ur job back just be prayerfull

wow!! just wow!! really missed a lot *still crying sef *

Ok

Wheew u to dn gt junior b dat

*peeping* Hahahahehehehe Mama? Shy? Welldone Baba Miko.........Kontinue It Z Nt Ova Untill It Z Ova

Episode 22 It was like Childhood days again but this time around, not in penury but in abundance. I spent over a month with Mama and Baba Miko, freedom is sweet! It takes people like us to appreciate the importance of freedom. Imagine a situation where I wake up in the morning and take my bath and eat Mama’s or Baba Miko’s delicious meal, then I decide on how to spend the day; do I go to Mama’s Shop? or do I go with Baba Miko to work? or do I just enter into the Campus of Ebonyi state university and feed my eyes? It was 1998 and Ebonyi state had been carved out of Enugu state so they have their own university now. Abakaliki had become a Capital City and the prospect for development in the town had made Baba Miko changed his mind about going back home, he planned to set up a furniture making business in Abakaliki because he envisaged that the demand for Wood works would increase with the influx of People into the new Capital City. Sometimes I just sit at home and watch movies as long as N.E.P.A permits, the generator Baba Miko bought had been transferred to Mama’s Shop but they planned to buy another for home use. I was indeed enjoying myself here with Mama, I determine the food that we eat in the House as Mama would always ask me of my choice of food before entering the Kitchen to cook, if it was Baba Miko that wants to cook too, he does the same. Baba Miko was never married so he had been doing his own cooking all his adult life. The family bond that eluded me as a Child, I began to experience at adult hood. Baba Miko was a natural Father figure to me and I took him as such immediately, the relationship between him and Mama was like that of two Pigeons in love. The two of us were always teasing Mama in her pregnant state; we assisted with the house chores and in the Kitchen too. I do the dishes after our meals and I clean up the house in the Mornings, that is if Baba Miko does not beat me to it, but it was generally fun and peaceful, I never heard the two raise voice at each other through out my stay with them, Baba Miko has a very large heart and he still sees my mother as that sixteen year old Girl he wooed twenty six years ago, he adored her and now that she was expecting his baby, he practically pampers her like a baby. This is what my mother had missed all this years for marrying the lazy handsome honey coated tongued Man called My Father! I was excited with the fact that I was expecting a younger Sibling, mama and I wished it would be a Boy because we thought it would make Baba Miko happy but Baba Miko insisted he preferred a girl as he already had a Son in me, he said he needs just a daughter to join me in the family and after that, he doesn’t want any more Children, he wanted Mama to rest. But Mama told me in secret that if God permits, she will bear him three Kids within three years, she said she cannot have just one Child for him, she said he needs Children that would bear his name. The first day I followed Mama to her Shop was a Friday and I was over whelmed. The way Students trooped into her Shop to make their hair for weekend runs was alarming; there was no more space to sit down and the Students were collecting numbers as they waited for their turns. Mama had two paid assistants that helped out at the Shop yet they could not rest because the Students kept pouring in. The Students say Mama’s hand does not give them headache couple with the fact that her job was very neat. Mama had no choice than give them value for their money because she knew where she was coming from. In the Village where she was, she could plait someone hair and at the end they resort to quarreling because the Person would not tell her from the onset that she does not have money. In the Village the hair she plaits for one hundred naira, she collects three hundred naira at Abakaliki. Washing and setting in Abakaliki is done at three times the price in the Village so why won’t she put in her best? I had to assist in plaiting and fixing weave- on for some of the Students that day and I received a lot of tips. The Girls were confused as to who should make their hair between me and mama because our works are exactly the same. They said we were apprenticed under the same Tutor. Mama was to them my elder Sister for no one could ever believe she was my mother so there was no need telling them otherwise. Even though they heard me calling her Mama, they thought it was her pet name from Childhood. Mama’s level in Abakaliki had actually changed and for the fact that she does business in a Campus environment, she had to change and adapt to the fashion en- vogue, she never wore Buba and wrapper to work, she wears jeans and T shirts or Skirt and blouse, her graying hair now looks dark and lovely courtesy of the several sheens and hair treatments she applied for she changed her hair style weekly, mama had a Baby face naturally so she passed for a young educated lady in her twenties. The only handicap was that she could not speak fluent English and she has a strong Yoruba accent so she settled for the Pidgin English she could speak well. I started to frequent her Shop regularly for the next two weeks, first because I needed to help her make more money and secondly to flirt with the Girls. It was not easy for me to take my eyes off the girls that came to mama’s Shop! My Gawd! Igbo girls are beautiful! In all my life I had never been in company of young girls like this, I had never being in a position where I interfaced with so many girls, I had not gone to the university by then so it was very difficult for me to see a skimpily dressed beautiful Lady without losing concentration, I tried not to stare by could not help it, how could one be plaiting a lady’s hair and just below my eyes her cleavage is open and gaping at me? My heart beat was always running fast. And just as one girl is leaving another beauty comes in with her charms. I was in bondage, a bondage I did not want to be free from. It was at mama’s shop that I came to understand the term ‘beauty is in the eyes of the beholder’ and beauty comes in different sizes and shapes! It was mama that came to my rescue, she had been watching me all this while as my mouth dropped open and my eyes pop out at the sight of any beautiful or skimpily dressed Lady. She said I should voice out my thoughts instead of staring like the severed head of a cow on the butcher’s slab. Pay them compliments! She had told me; tell them what you admire in them, if it is the eyes or the dress or the hair! Tell them how beautiful they look and flatter them, tell them they are torturing you and you would have loved to go out with them if not that you are engaged to their sister! She said if a girl comes to make her hair I should pay her compliments and when she is done I should flatter her more. That was how I earned the name “Ogo” or in-law amongst the girls and I was free with all of them, I was free to stare freely and openly while paying compliments while the girls purposely flaunt it for me to see the more! Jeez I missed mama’s Shop in Abakaliki. But that was when I started to respect male stylists everywhere in the world. They are actually living in self imposed psychological bondage. Some of the Students wanted to know my department as they thought I was a student of Ebonyi state University helping out my elder Sister at my lecture free periods, I told them I was in E.S.U.T Enugu. I started going to mama’s shop earlier than mama while she comes later with my food and we work together till 5.30PM before going home to prepare and eat dinner with Babe Miko if he is on day duty, but if he is on night duty, he prepares dinner for us before leaving for work, he leaves the house by 5.30pm till 6.00am the next day.

Episode 22 It was like Childhood days again but this time around, not in penury but in abundance. I spent over a month with Mama and Baba Miko, freedom is sweet! It takes people like us to appreciate the importance of freedom. Imagine a situation where I wake up in the morning and take my bath and eat Mama’s or Baba Miko’s delicious meal, then I decide on how to spend the day; do I go to Mama’s Shop? or do I go with Baba Miko to work? or do I just enter into the Campus of Ebonyi state university and feed my eyes? It was 1998 and Ebonyi state had been carved out of Enugu state so they have their own university now. Abakaliki had become a Capital City and the prospect for development in the town had made Baba Miko changed his mind about going back home, he planned to set up a furniture making business in Abakaliki because he envisaged that the demand for Wood works would increase with the influx of People into the new Capital City. Sometimes I just sit at home and watch movies as long as N.E.P.A permits, the generator Baba Miko bought had been transferred to Mama’s Shop but they planned to buy another for home use. I was indeed enjoying myself here with Mama, I determine the food that we eat in the House as Mama would always ask me of my choice of food before entering the Kitchen to cook, if it was Baba Miko that wants to cook too, he does the same. Baba Miko was never married so he had been doing his own cooking all his adult life. The family bond that eluded me as a Child, I began to experience at adult hood. Baba Miko was a natural Father figure to me and I took him as such immediately, the relationship between him and Mama was like that of two Pigeons in love. The two of us were always teasing Mama in her pregnant state; we assisted with the house chores and in the Kitchen too. I do the dishes after our meals and I clean up the house in the Mornings, that is if Baba Miko does not beat me to it, but it was generally fun and peaceful, I never heard the two raise voice at each other through out my stay with them, Baba Miko has a very large heart and he still sees my mother as that sixteen year old Girl he wooed twenty six years ago, he adored her and now that she was expecting his baby, he practically pampers her like a baby. This is what my mother had missed all this years for marrying the lazy handsome honey coated tongued Man called My Father! I was excited with the fact that I was expecting a younger Sibling, mama and I wished it would be a Boy because we thought it would make Baba Miko happy but Baba Miko insisted he preferred a girl as he already had a Son in me, he said he needs just a daughter to join me in the family and after that, he doesn’t want any more Children, he wanted Mama to rest. But Mama told me in secret that if God permits, she will bear him three Kids within three years, she said she cannot have just one Child for him, she said he needs Children that would bear his name. The first day I followed Mama to her Shop was a Friday and I was over whelmed. The way Students trooped into her Shop to make their hair for weekend runs was alarming; there was no more space to sit down and the Students were collecting numbers as they waited for their turns. Mama had two paid assistants that helped out at the Shop yet they could not rest because the Students kept pouring in. The Students say Mama’s hand does not give them headache couple with the fact that her job was very neat. Mama had no choice than give them value for their money because she knew where she was coming from. In the Village where she was, she could plait someone hair and at the end they resort to quarreling because the Person would not tell her from the onset that she does not have money. In the Village the hair she plaits for one hundred naira, she collects three hundred naira at Abakaliki. Washing and setting in Abakaliki is done at three times the price in the Village so why won’t she put in her best? I had to assist in plaiting and fixing weave- on for some of the Students that day and I received a lot of tips. The Girls were confused as to who should make their hair between me and mama because our works are exactly the same. They said we were apprenticed under the same Tutor. Mama was to them my elder Sister for no one could ever believe she was my mother so there was no need telling them otherwise. Even though they heard me calling her Mama, they thought it was her pet name from Childhood. Mama’s level in Abakaliki had actually changed and for the fact that she does business in a Campus environment, she had to change and adapt to the fashion en- vogue, she never wore Buba and wrapper to work, she wears jeans and T shirts or Skirt and blouse, her graying hair now looks dark and lovely courtesy of the several sheens and hair treatments she applied for she changed her hair style weekly, mama had a Baby face naturally so she passed for a young educated lady in her twenties. The only handicap was that she could not speak fluent English and she has a strong Yoruba accent so she settled for the Pidgin English she could speak well. I started to frequent her Shop regularly for the next two weeks, first because I needed to help her make more money and secondly to flirt with the Girls. It was not easy for me to take my eyes off the girls that came to mama’s Shop! My Gawd! Igbo girls are beautiful! In all my life I had never been in company of young girls like this, I had never being in a position where I interfaced with so many girls, I had not gone to the university by then so it was very difficult for me to see a skimpily dressed beautiful Lady without losing concentration, I tried not to stare by could not help it, how could one be plaiting a lady’s hair and just below my eyes her cleavage is open and gaping at me? My heart beat was always running fast. And just as one girl is leaving another beauty comes in with her charms. I was in bondage, a bondage I did not want to be free from. It was at mama’s shop that I came to understand the term ‘beauty is in the eyes of the beholder’ and beauty comes in different sizes and shapes! It was mama that came to my rescue, she had been watching me all this while as my mouth dropped open and my eyes pop out at the sight of any beautiful or skimpily dressed Lady. She said I should voice out my thoughts instead of staring like the severed head of a cow on the butcher’s slab. Pay them compliments! She had told me; tell them what you admire in them, if it is the eyes or the dress or the hair! Tell them how beautiful they look and flatter them, tell them they are torturing you and you would have loved to go out with them if not that you are engaged to their sister! She said if a girl comes to make her hair I should pay her compliments and when she is done I should flatter her more. That was how I earned the name “Ogo” or in-law amongst the girls and I was free with all of them, I was free to stare freely and openly while paying compliments while the girls purposely flaunt it for me to see the more! Jeez I missed mama’s Shop in Abakaliki. But that was when I started to respect male stylists everywhere in the world. They are actually living in self imposed psychological bondage. Some of the Students wanted to know my department as they thought I was a student of Ebonyi state University helping out my elder Sister at my lecture free periods, I told them I was in E.S.U.T Enugu. I started going to mama’s shop earlier than mama while she comes later with my food and we work together till 5.30PM before going home to prepare and eat dinner with Babe Miko if he is on day duty, but if he is on night duty, he prepares dinner for us before leaving for work, he leaves the house by 5.30pm till 6.00am the next day.

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U Don Dey Flirt Abi?

Wow! You are now enjoying the dividends of a happy family...... Thank God you told the girls that you are already engaged to their sister. I was about asking what happens to Amaka now.

Make Barr.amaka dike catch she qo condemn you before u confess.

Lol, this guy shaa.... Make sure u mark register before leaving ur mama

Am happy for u bt dont forget that u are engange with someone

Thank God 4 ur life. Nice story @somkhid,

I so much love this episode

Wat about d lawyer

Happy family

I'm reali luvin d turn out of events. I'm waitin 2 c u n Amaka wed.

hmmmmm getin more interesting

wow,

Enjoyment at last. But Ojo, u need to go back to that ur working place oh

Tinz turning out good,,

Episode 23 After spending three weeks with mama and her husband, yes! Husband I said; in my home town, if a man and a woman are cohabitating, they are as good as husband as wife! And if there is a Child in the union then they are confirmed husband and wife, they can talk of paying pride price anytime they are ready, and in my mother’s case who would collect her bride price? It is me nah! So by virtue of being her only relative who did not abandon her, I pronounced then Man and Wife! I have given Babe Miko my mother free of charge. Though Babe Miko kept saying they will go home in due time to ratify everything with my Mother’s family, he said there is a traditional way to go about it. And the truth is that my Mother’s family had known and liked Baba Miko when he was wooing her before she blindly fell for my Dad. I travelled to Ezamgbo to visit Oga Luke (Oga Inside). I stopped at Ezamgbo junction along Abakaliki-Enugu express road and took a bike to “Luke Umahi farms” as his farm of twenty hectare was called. There was a sign post bearing “Luke Umahi Rice Farm” at the junction of Ezamgbo community. I was intimidated by what I saw. The expanse of land green with young rice plants was so wide I could not see the end from the beginning; it was like a green sea. The field was swampy and the plants flourished in it. He was in a conference-like room at the farm house discussing with some Students from the Federal University of Agriculture Umudike who had come on excursion to his farm. My presence disrupted the session for a moment as Oga Luke rushed out of the hall to welcome me; he introduced me to the Students and the accompanying Lecturer as his friend in the Army. I joined the Student and listened to Oga Luke’s Lecture on rice farming, I enjoyed the Lecture so much that I contemplated setting up a rice farm some day. We went on a field trip with the Students and they left at 3.30pm for their School. There were some Students working already on the Farm as part of their Industrial attachment programme, while others were paid labourers. Oga Luke then took me to another arm of the Farm that was for leafy vegetables alone, three plots of land was used exclusively for vegetables farming and it belonged to his wife of twenty four years. The three plot was divided into portions for various vegetable such as utazi, water leaf, ugu (fluted pumpkin) anghara leaf (Garden egg) pepper, onugbu, (Bitter leaf) Okra, Uziza, scent leaf, green vegetable and Okazi leaf. The plants were very plump and healthy. Oga Luke’s Wife was there with two girls plucking pepper into Baskets in readiness for the next day’s market, the next day was “eke owo” owo community market day, and she had gathered three baskets full already. She sells her vegetable on any of the Market days of neighboring towns such as Nkalagu, ezilo, eha-amufu, Ntezi, and owo. The market days could be Eke, Orie, Nkwo and Afor. In those days in Igbo land, a Child born on Eke Market day is named Nwa-eke pronounce Nweke (Eke’s Child) a child born on Nkwo Market day day is called Nwa- Nkwo pronounced Nwankwo and Nwafor and Nworie as the case may be. She was happy to see me but the joy was short lived as a quarrel started immediately between she and her husband. Oga Luke had introduced me to her as Ojo onye Army (Ojo the Army man) and she replied; ehen! I know him nah! Is he not that Soldier man that was in Prison? The two girls assisting her in the farm had taken sharp glances at me then they started laughing. Oga Luke had chased them from our presence as he reprimanded his wife. They spoke in their Omalante language (Ohaozara dialect) I knew I was the subject matter so I told Oga Luke not to worry, I told him she was not lying after all but he had insisted that it was insulting for his Wife to have related me with the Prison and to worsen everything she did it in the presence of her maids! He did not like the kind of image she was portraying me in the presence of the maids, he said before I know it now, everybody in the farm will know that I was in Prison. I understood his point. Even though I did not like what the woman did, I did not want to be the cause of their misunderstanding. She later abandoned the basket and knife in her hands and walked out on us grumbling. By 5.00PM, we ate fufu with onugbu soup (Bitter leaf) with roasted Anu Nchi (Grass cutter meat) and some other meaty proteins that I could not decode in the soup. Oga Luke’s wife later brought us a keg of fresh palm wine with two Calabashes to drink with, she poured her husband a calabash full and handed it to him with both arms stretched out, he collected it and took a long swing at the sweet liquid while I salivated as I watched the second calabash being filled by the Wife. She filled the second calabash and was about to hand over to me when her husband started with her again in their dialect, she withdrew her hands and while grumbling, she drank from the Calabash before passing it to me with her right hand. Oga Luke screamed at her again in their dialect pointing his fore finger at her in a warning gesture. She recoiled from me and filled up the Calabash to the brim before handing it over to me with both hands after which she stormed away grumbling only to return minutes later with a bowl full of assorted roasted bush meats spiced with Utazi leaf, palm oil and pepper. I was in heaven on earth at Oga Luke’s farm house. Together with Madam Luke we ate up all the meat in the Bowl and drank up the keg of palm wine, even though she sat away from us as she gnawed angrily at her meat while stealing scornful glances at her husband who acted as if she was not even there. He was busy telling me stories about the Ezamgbo people and their culture and about his experience in farming. After the meal some of the maids came and cleared the plates and bowls of water we used in washing our hands. Oga Luke called the girl that carried the bowl of water I used in washing my hands back and instructed that she poured the content on the floor away from us where I could see it. The wife got up at this point and started another quarrel in their dialect as she left our presence. I followed them to their house in Oga Luke’s Peugeot 504 Pickup Van and the couple quarreled half of the way home. We got home and I was showed the room to sleep in. Their Children are grown up and were all at Enugu schooling at E.S.U.T, they have three Sons. They have two teenagers living with them at home, they are Madam Luke’s Nephews schooling at Ezamgbo boys high School. I had already slept off at 8.00PM when the noise from the sitting room woke me up; it was between Oga and madam. I wondered what the problem was again and wished I was not connected to it. I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn’t. Madam Luke later came to knock at my door, I struggled out of the bed and opened the door, she told me that there was water in the bath room for me to take my bath, and then she turned back and slammed the door at my face. Oga Luke started to bark at her almost immediately, she came back and opened my door, and then she closed it gently and left grumbling. The two have lived with each other like that for twenty four years yet they are still together so I did not interfere in their bouts. The problem was that she could not bring herself to serve or respect an ex convict like me. I understood. I spent a whole week with Oga Luke. We slept two nights at the farm house. On one of those nights, we woke up very early and went round the farm and retrieved six giant Grass Cutters caught by traps set in the farm. Oga Luke said some Villagers do come early to his farm to steal the catch from his traps. He recounted a scenario where he came to the farm in the morning and saw someone shoe and pool of blood on one of his traps, the trap had been pulled out of the soil and disengaged. After a week at Ezamgbo, I had learnt a lot about rice farming. I went back to Abakaliki with enough food stuff and vegetables and eight smoked Grass cutters. I was with mama till May 1998 I had spent over a month with them, I was enjoying myself and did not want to leave until Amaka came to visit us and she reminded me of my unfinished business with the Army in Enugu. Amaka stayed with us for two days during which we went to Mama’s shop and she was surprised at what she saw, she was impressed to see that Mama had changed from the ragged Village Woman to a Modern and trendy City Lady, she was also happy to see that mama was making good money. She was also impressed at my dexterity at hair dressing; she never knew how good I was. I did not remember learning to fix or dress female hair; I simply grew up doing it because it was mama’s only source of income that guaranteed my meal ticket. I introduced Amaka to all our Customers that came to the Shop that day as my fiancée that I told them about. She promised to be coming more often to visit mama and to learn the hair dressing trade also. Together we drove in her car to Enugu leaving a weeping mama and a sad babe Miko behind on a Sunday morning in may 1998. Mama EDD was in July.

#sigh# am lovin dix,buh I hope nd pray anoda terible tn wunt happen........

hope 4 d best

Waow..what a great episode..oga luke and his wife na sometin else oo...

omg! LORD MAY UR NAME BE PRAISED, , , , , , , , Forminq too religous now, lol,

we tank God for dey change of tinx I pray for more dis story is super kul following...

Lovinq dx stori nw.... Oqa inside and hz wife na opposite

*peeping* Eeeehe Am Enjoying Dis Story Now

luvin dis mur... next ooo

*licking moi lips ** next!!!

Things are gradually turning back to place...Thank God.

Getting more interest in every new episode

Am hoping for the best in u

no more tragic tale o

Episode 24 Aluta continua! I went once again to see my C.O and I was intercepted by the R.S.M as I entered the gate to our Unit. He chased me out of the premises threatening me with his swagger stick. He warned me never to step foot into the premises again else he would declare me a persona non grata in the whole of the Barracks. I was shocked because I was not expecting such reaction from him. Where did I wrong this man? I asked myself. I walked back to the mammy market to cut my hair. I entered a Barbing salon close to the tarred road that ran behind the market called “Ultimate Barbing Salon” the owner was a young Yoruba boy called Ayo, he was also a student at the institute of management and technology (I.M.T) Enugu, he goes to school in the morning and returned to his shop in the evening, he had a paid Barber that works all day at the Shop. I was used to shining my head since I left the depot but that day, Ayo gave me a style that made me smile, he capped it all by giving me a slit at the left side of my head like that of Yinka Ayefele the popular Yoruba gospel singer. He then washed my head and applied “Sulphur eight ointments” the menthol from the cream charged some nerves in my head, I was impressed and I paid him twice his fare. I sat down in the small but cozy shop to flip through the pages of a newspaper as I ruminated over the drama that ensued between me and the R.S.M. Amaka had gone back to Abuja, I have no friends in Enugu to go to, I was just alone. I then asked Ayo how one could see the C.O apart from the Office. He told me that the C.O plays Golf on Thursday evenings and on Saturday mornings at the Enugu Golf course. It was Thursday that day so I waited for Saturday morning. I went to a nearby beer parlour and drank two bottles of Gulder beer before going home to sleep. I went to the Golf course as early as 7.00AM on Saturday and watched out for the C.O’s arrival. He came around 8.00am and I allowed him to greet his friends before I approached him and introduced myself and my mission. He asked where I had been all this while; he said he had sent my file to the G.O.C through the R.S.M since last year. I shouted ye! And I held my head with my hands. He asked what the problem was and I told him that the R.S.M would not deliver the message. I told him of my experience with the R.S.M. Well, he said: I cannot imagine that I will send the R.S.M to the G.O.C and he would not deliver my message! Do you know the consequence? He asked me: yes sir! I replied. I told him that the R.S.M hates me and had been stopping from from reaching him all these while. He asked me the reason and I said I do not know but the R.S.M kept calling me names and had sworn to declare me a persona non grata in the barracks! Well, he said: I do not know where the two of you knew each other from, so go and settle your scores with him, all I know is that I have sent your file too the G.O.C and I am still expecting a feedback from him Sir! I called him can I say something please? Go on! Speak! He said. If it was the R.S.M you gave my file to take to the G.O.C, then I can bet on my life that my file did not get to the G.O.C! it is one whole year since I came to you in company of my Lawyer with my exoneration letter! I was discharged in May last year sir! This is June 1998 sir! Yes o! You are right, he said. It should not have been this long before the G.O.C replied! Okay I know what to do! I know what to do and with that, he slung his Golf Kit bag over his shoulders and walked towards his friends. I just stood there clueless for a moment before finding my way to a nearby shop to buy Coke and bread for breakfast!.

Rsm might have a hand in this, he dosent wants u in the premises means, he has a evil plan for u

This ur RMS sef i wonder oo

lemme reserve my c'ment 4 now,

Hmmm... Dat R.S.M may be receivin ur salaries al dis mnths #Yawnin

Hmmm..

*peeping* R.S.M Ur Evil Plans Nd Secrets Wud Soon B Revealed

Hmmm..... dis RSM is an enemy of progress, jst hope he doesn't hv a hand in wot happened 2 u #Justsaying

somebody say fire!!!

what is dey prb of dis r.s.m sef allow dis poor dude to leave nah some people are extra wicked @somkhid bro ur boy dey loyal more episode

@pheranmmie041 fireeeeeeeeeee!!!!!

RSM disobeyed a direct order....

That RSM must be a madman..

Y ar some pipu so wicked nd cruel ....... I guess he has somtin to do with Mr Chike d@ y he his doing lik d@

@frankkay u r bileshed..no,wefon phasion aqainst u shall frosfer

Hmmmm, God set u free from ur enemy

hmmmm dis man rili hate u o

following

i fink the rsm have sumfin against u

Y are u so heartless....RSM u are fire....

Abi dis rsm man dn chop craze ni ko ni dafun iyalaya eh ojo ti take over if na me I go plan coup 4 dat rsm ni

This RMS sef i wonder what is he problem

What is up with this R.S.M, abeg commot for road and allow Ojo to pass

Episode 25 I later took a commercial motor cycle to the barracks to spend some time with Ayo the Barber, it was a Saturday and he did not go for lectures. I sat there and listened to the barracks gossips as customers came in and left. I was flipping the pages of a newspaper but my mind was somewhere else. I have waited for over a year without a head way to my being recalled into the Army. How much longer do I have to wait? What would I be doing while waiting? I thought of going back to Abakaliki but I know Amaka would not like the idea so instantly I made up my mind on what to do as I wait to hear from the Army. On Monday morning I went to withdraw twenty thousand naira from my account and I went straight to Nnewi market in Anambra state to buy a fairly used Motor cycle. I bought a Yamaha 125 series with a very sound engine and good frame. I got it serviced there and rode it all the way to Enugu. The next day I chartered a Pick up Van and went to my Unit to see the quarter master and together we went to the store to collect my property. The R.S.M came around as we were loading the van with my Luggage, I did not greet him, he went around the Van looking it over and inspecting the goods we were putting inside, he used his swagger stick to hit severally at the van making as unpleasant noise, he then came behind me as I bent to lift a Chair into the Van and he poked my butt with his swagger stick. I stood up and turned to face him. Criminal! He snarled I gave him a cold and hard stare and he turned and left saying Get out! Get out of here with your stolen property! I continued with lifting my luggage into the van. On Wednesday I sorted out my documents and went to the institute of management and technology (I.M.T) Enugu and purchased a form into the preliminary department to study business administration. (PREBAM) I submitted the form and the next day I started lectures with the students while I wait for the admission list to be published before I could pay my school fees and do my registration, however the first semester exam was in a month’s time. I also went to the office of the West Africa examination council W.A.E.C and purchased the General certificate of education form (G.C.E) the examination would be written in November through December. My age had been reduced by two as evident in my sworn affidavit so by the time I would graduate in 2002 or 2003 as the case may be, I will still be eligible to go for the compulsory national youth service Corp as I will still be officially below thirty years of age. After one month of buying the Bike and running around for School activities, I was short of cash, I needed money to fuel my Bike, I needed money to buy hand outs and text books at school, and I needed to buy books in preparation for the G.C.E examination. I also needed to feed and buy school clothes. With all of these expenses before me, I had no choice than to start using my Bike for commercial purpose, commercial Cyclist are called Okada Riders in Enugu, so I became an Okada man at weekends and after School hours on week days, I was lucky I bought a good Bike so I was not having problems with the engine like some other Okada men. It was fun conveying People to their destinations for money, my knowledge of the geography of the state broadened and I was my own boss. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….................................... On a Saturday in September I drove tom Abakaliki to visit mama and her new baby. She delivered a baby girl in July, a carbon copy of mama but with long limbs and hands like the father, they say she will be a tall girl when she grows, she was named Abosede because she was born on a Sunday, she was named Ekundayo which means from sorrow to joy and her father’s name was Michael kayode Ayeni. My Folks have fully settled down in Abakaliki and they have lots of friends and well wishers both at work and at church. Baba Miko had bought a lot of tools and equipment for his Carpentry and furniture works, he has paid the part payment for a Shop but the present tenant was yet to vacate the place since he still has three months to the rent expiry. Baba Miko was a seasoned Brick layer as well as carpenter back in the Village though he was poor and I marveled at the transformation in the life of the two, it is true that if two people are meant for each other, everything they do together always flourish because all their elements will work together in harmony and whatever they venture into will prosper. I told them what I have passed through since our last meeting till date. They encouraged me with words and mama said she feels my case needs spiritual intervention, she said we should take the R.S.M up in prayers and fast for three days waking up at every 12.00PM to pray and commit my case to God to fight my battle for me. We all agreed to start the fasting and prayers on Monday but I did not do it, I forgot about it the moment I climbed my Bike en-route Enugu on Monday Morning. I came back to Enugu to face a very tight schedule, Examination was around the corner, I had outstanding quizzes and assignments to tidy up and submit. I had to read for my Prelim examinations as well as my G.C.E. I still hustled with my Okada at night and on weekends, but I was not deterred, I was used to hard life, a man has got to be a man!

u really suffered well as u said a man has to become a man no time to waste... @somkhid u are slighted...

okay

Sigh all will be well nd nice at d end

Mehn u are trying is nt easy

The RSM definitely has a hand in yr ordeal. His hatred is not to be taken ordinarily. Maybe he might have connived with Mr. Chike (Who knows). The prayers is what you really need in overcoming in this situation. I hope that yr situation will change for good soonest but this one you forgot about the fast. hmmmmmm! Congrats to Baba Miko and Mama as they welcome their baby

Ur second name na suffering

*peeping* It Z A Gradual Process

Na only prayer u need now.

next o abeg

I feel for u seriously i do

God will see u tru

wow dats the spirit....man GATS to grow.

Sigh all will be well nd nice at d end

Episode 26 Amaka came around for Christmas. I had written all my examinations and I was somehow free for the time. She was depressed after I told her of what I had been through since the month of May when she left and what prompted my being an Okada Rider. Tears rolled down her cheeks as I spoke, especially the fact that I now survive as an Okada Rider. I kissed away her tears, I told her to allow me to ride the Okada now that I could, I told her to take solace in the fact that I am also in school, and I told her that an Okada man is better than a Prisoner. She understood. She always does. We made love slowly and purposefully that night, the tears came running down her cheeks as she mourned and clung to me as if I was drifting away. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………............................. Together, Amaka and I went to the headquarters of the 82nd Division of the Nigerian Army to see the general Officer Commanding, our mission was to book an appointment with him. We got there and filled the forms handed to us by the Secretary, a Staff Sergeant with very conspicuous tribal marks that gave him away as an indigene of Oyo or Ogbomosho. He read through the form that we filled and he asked me the purpose of our visit. I said it was official Of course I can see that is what you wrote here! But how official do you mean? He snapped. Okay! Sorry sir, I came in respect of being recalled into the Army. My C.O has sent my letter to him. Since your C.O has sent your letter to him then what are you here for? He asked Oga sir! I said: it is a long story please; I just need to see the G.O.C. You can’t see him now until after the elections! You know we are handing over to Civilian by April or May so everything concerning recruitment and recalling of Soldiers have been put on hold until after the military hands over! He said with a touch of finality. Amaka then stepped forward and asked; are you saying the G.O.C cannot see a Soldier in distress because of elections? How is that? Please who are you madam? Are you a Soldier or the Wife? I am his Lawyer! Amaka replied Oh! You see yourself now young man! The Civilians have not taken over yet and you are bringing a Civilian Lawyer to see the G.O.C! Can’t you get a Military Lawyer? Or are you not aware that we have our own Lawyers? He asked Oga! Amaka interrupted, we are not here for any case! Everything has been settled in court already, I am just here to attest to the fact that this man here is free, that’s all! Who told you he is free? Ehn? Who told you? The stripped face asked Please what is going on in this Army Division? Amaka asked aloud. First! It was the R.S.M stopping him from seeing his Commanding Officer! And now you too do not want him to see his G.O.C! What are you Guys afraid of? Ehn? What are you Guys hiding that you do not want the Authorities to know? Look here woman or young girl or whatever you say you are! Stripped face stood up from his sitting position and fumbled with his belt; who are you calling Guys? Are you mad? Ehn? Look I have daughters of your age at home no, so don’t come here and insult your father! I am not insulting you! I am only stating an obvious fact! If you have nothing to hide, then let him see his G.O.C! Amaka insisted. Just like that? If you have nothing to hide then let him see his G.O.C! He mimicked Amaka. Do you know the meaning of G.O.C? It means general Officer Commanding! This man is bigger than any Governor! He commands more than ten states in the east, south- south and middle belt region! And you just want to walk in and see him like that? He brought out a note book and started flipping through the pages; you see all these names? These are people that are on queue to see the G.O.C, some of them will not see him till another G.O.C takes over! Come back after the presidential elections I say! Okay! No wahala! Ojo please let us leave this place! Amaka said as she left the office while I tagged along. As we stepped out of the building and walking towards the Car park, we saw my R.S.M discussing and gesticulating frantically with a Captain on Uniform, he was facing our position while the Captain backed us but he stopped talking the moment he saw us, the Captain turned back too to stare as us as R.S.M told him something pointing his stick at me. What are you doing here? He barked as he approached us with his swagger stick stretched forward, Amaka walked away to the Car while I stopped. I decided to answer him because of the presence of the Captain. By the badge and Beret of the Captain he is from the Finance Corps. I am coming from the G.O.C’s office I told him. To do what? He shouted; he looked visibly scared; are you mad? Look at this criminal o! Look! The fly that refuses to heed warning follows the Corpse into the grave o! I have warned you to stay of the Army premises but you are being obstinate abi? Okay we shall see! We shall see! Have you heard of accidental discharge before? Have you heard of stray bullet before? Don’t worry, soon you will not only hear of it but experience it and you will not live to tell the experience! The captain also seemed uncomfortable as he looked from right to left to be sure other s Soldiers are not watching the scene. R.S.M, take it easy! The Captain said, there are better ways of handling this issue. Which issue Oga? The R.S.M asked; issue with this small rat? This silly Scallywag? I cannot have issues with him! He is a dismissed Soldier! R.S.M, please come along! The Captain said as he hurriedly left the scene, the R.S.M followed him murmuring. Amaka was already in the Car waiting for me. We drove to the Mammy Market so I could get my hair cut; I got to know from Ayo that I could also see the G.O.C at the Golf course the same days the C.O goes there.

I kw all dis ll end one day just hv faith in God @Ojo

I pray all dis end soon what an insulates.. :) waiting for next episode

There is still hope since Ayo qives u info where you can them.

just believe in God all vhiz will soon end

nawa ooh....wah's wrong with DAT RSM nah.....ojo u dey owe him money or u ate his Yam?....wah's wrong wif him.