Posted in Prose, Stories

My Country our honour

To Maiduguri we were drafted
Sixty six of us with shaven heads
After six gruesome months in Zaria
We were caged in the land of no return
It was there we went through metamorphosis

In six 911 Mercedes military Trucks
We were sent to six different Battalions
To defend the six Geopolitical regions
And prevent us from splitting into six pieces
Our job was to keep the peace

I went to hell and I survived
I see, I saw and I conquered
For not all that went to the hell I went
That returned to tell the story
Of how we were dehumanized to attain glory

I was trained to maim and annihilate
With the bare hands I could strangulate
To endure the pain with eyes on the gain
All for the honour and glory of my mother land
Nigeria we hail thee, our home and mother land

As I clutched my Riffle beneath my chin
Waiting to kill or to be killed in the jungle
Flashes of home blurs my vision
My mother awaits my return from the Depot
My siblings await to see their hero

My Casandra who expects to see me every tomorrow
And my friends who wait albeit in sorrow
My inherited lands for too long have fallowed
Loved ones pray and fast and God they hallowed
That someday they will see me home when peace will follow

But today I am far away from home
Far from the love and care of my own
In the forest of Sambisa we have made home
Our quest is to make Nigeria a home

Ratata! Ratata! Infantry Guns barking
Kabum! Kabum! The sound of the Artillery
Flying shrapnel, writhing bodies, smoking nozzles
Screaming Soldiers, screaming Rebels, the race for life!
Alah Akba! Sweet Jesus! We called before we died

A man who believed in a cause
A cause sworn to uphold
To lay his life for his father land
And he turned his back against all he hold dear
For a Soldier is duty bound to serve his country

So I as lay wrapped up in bandages
My legs gone from the exploded mines
I remember my Colleagues
I see their faces as they screamed
I see as they ran and fell to the Enemy

I see as enemies tie them up and slit their throats
Blood and water oozing as life takes leave of them
I see them being charred like goats
And the tears poured down my eyes
And I weep for my fallen Compatriots

Family and friends we will see no more
Dreams and aspirations were cut short
Because we swore to serve and defend
When will this madness stop?
How can this house stand?
When siblings lift up arms against each other!

Posted in Prose, Stories

Fading values


  1. Crying too long after being beaten
  2. Not crying after being beaten
  3. Crying without being beaten
  4. Standing where elders are sitting
  5. Sitting while elders are standing
  6. Walking around aimlessly where elders are seated
  7. Eating food prepared for visitors
  8. Refusing to eat
  9. Coming back home after sunset
  10. Eating at the neighbour’s home
  11. Generally being too moody
  12. Generally being too excited
  13. Losing a fight with older age mate
  14. Winning a fight with your age mate
  15. Eating too slowly
  16. Eating too quickly
  17. Eating too much
  18. Not finishing your food
  19. Finishing your food and Scraping your plate
  20. Eating and talking
  21. Sleeping while the elders in the house has already woken up
  22. Looking at the visitors while they are eating
  23. Stumbling and falling when walking
  24. Looking at an elder eye ball to eye ball
  25. When an elder talking to you and you blink
  26. When an elder is talking to you and you stare and not blink
  27. When you look at an elder through the corner of your eye
  28. When your mates are playing street football and you join them
  29. When your mates are playing and you dont join them
  30. When you don’t wash your dish after eating
  31. When you wash your dish improperly
  32. When you almost break your dish
  33. When you break your dish
  34. When you bite your nails.
    34.. When you don’t bathe
  35. When you bathe too quickly
  36. When you take too long to bathe
  37. When youre beaten in school for misbehaving
  38. When a car almost knocks you down
  39. When a car knocks you down and you dont die!
  40. For not answering when spoken to
  41. For answering back when spoken to.

Some of these reasons for beating a child may appear far-fetched today but they sure did happen and they were the norm that shaped the adults of today.

Kudos to African parents. We, the generation you almost killed with beating say .

Dear educators, please arise and help this generation, they need us to guide them, start from your own end fast, things are gradually degenerating.
Our culture must not die!!!
Note: Only the good culture should not die, those that tend towards child abuse should totally be discarded. My thoughts 佞

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Brain teaser

One of the basics of mathematics is knowing whether the number is even or odd, divisible by 2 and by the sum of its numbers .. But look at this strange number ..!
The number {{2520}} looks like a normal number like other numbers, but it is not like that. It is a strange number and is rarely found between numbers and has puzzled mathematics geniuses to this day .. !!
The strange thing is that it is divisible by numbers from 1 to 10, whether these numbers are odd or even !!
It is known that it is difficult or even impossible to find a number that does that !!
And when we say the division is accepted, we mean without any fractions remaining after the division process !!

  • Follow the practical application:

2520 繩 1 = 2520
2520 繩 2 = 1260
2520 繩 3 = 840
2520 繩 4 = 630
2520 繩 5 = 504
2520 繩 6 = 420
2520 繩 7 = 360
2520 繩 8 = 315
2520 繩 9 = 280
2520 繩 10 = 252

And after mathematicians were confused about finding a convincing mathematical relationship that would make one number divisible in this strange way, they also discovered that this number is the product of the numbers: 7 x 30 x 12 that may appear at first glance to be random numbers, but it is not !!
So the surprise that made them more confused than their first was that this number is a product of 7 days of the week x 30 days of the month x 12 months of the year (7 x 30 x12).

Glory be to God Almighty.