I remember when I was a soldier!

My Naija people!! How una dey!

I wonder how much our teachers had taught us how to lie while we were in elementary school, especially when we were in nursery classes. There was a rhyme we sang in class back then and it was even among my favourites.

The rhyme goes “if you see an elephant, what do you do? And what do you say?” In response “I will say good morning elephant, come and dance with me! Dance with me! 2X…'' imagine that big lie. How would you have to dance with an elephant 😂. Are we playing?

The one which I want to relate to in this post is another nursery rhyme “I remember when I was a soldier! Pooosh!” Who was a soldier? And when did I become one in my afterlife 🙃? 😆. No actually I also wish to become a soldier too. And that was because we got the mentality that soldiers can do and undo and have no one to query them.

Life went on, at some point i changed my ambition of even becoming a soldier, but one day when i was travelling and then our bus got stopped by some set of soldiers at the state border. But the bus before us failed to follow the signal the soldier on duty gave but decided to drive on.

The soldier ran and aimed for the door of the driver before he could escape the barricade on the roadside to slow down. The next thing I saw was a hit slap on the driver's face, immediately he stopped and parked the vehicle. The slap got him chilled and he got down from the vehicle, for proving to be so wise, the soldier landed him another shakara slap, then the man went down on prostration begging for forgiveness.

I couldn’t laugh much at the scene so I wont be an example, everyone in our bus conformed themselves and also made sure we had no issues with them. The respect and discipline of those guys make me have more interest in their profession.

I had the mindset of joining the school of art and further my career. But God wanted him to experience what the life of in the barracks looks like before digging my head into the application.

While I was having my service year in the barracks, the first rank promotion party of an officer I attended was just so amazing. The way they respected him, gave him salutes and all other parts of the celebration made me feel like I found my new job. And God had paved my way into the barracks if the need be for connections.

My mind was strong at the determined not until I experienced how the new intakes who are yet to register not to talk of recruitment were handled, my mind started to change and i also got the information that if you are going for an officers training too, you will also face a little worse.

After all of these, the soldiers ranting about late payment despite the nature of their risky job, sudden transfers, and many more. I felt this is not my way! I can't face all of these. I can't…