FRIENDSHIP
When you get to a point where you no longer need to begin every conversation with formal salutations, that friendship is growing.
It means the relationship has moved beyond performance. There is comfort, there is understanding, and there is a quiet alignment of values.
At that stage, friendship is no longer struggling to prove itself. It is simply breathing.
Do you have any friend in that stage?
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For years I have watched a lot of young men take on the Soldiering profession as Commissioned and Non-Commission Officers with pride. They choose to walk along this lane with pride not minding the danger believing one day they will be rewarded as headlights looking towards honour.
I have seen many brave and cracked Soldiers follow this path, the path of glory till it leads them to saying good bye to mother earth. I often wonder how a human chooses to make himself a sacrifice even with no acknowledgement only to discover it's beyond one's self.
Many days, weeks, months and years pass by with coming home becoming uncommon. The home and loving family a Soldier leaves behind changes, his beautiful wife sometimes gets beholded by another man.
While he is at the battlefield seeds are planted, some babies born without a Soldier's knowledge in every sense yet he endures. Painful, he also endures harsh terrains, bullets wounds and broken bones as a POW.
A SOLDIER TRUDGES ON!!! 🪖💪🏿 #Sentinel #ThankASoldier
NOT EVERYONE WILL MAKE IT TO FLAG RANK
Someone looked at me and said, “You are everywhere.” I laughed and said, “As a man, you must learn widely. Don’t cage yourself in one corner of knowledge because you don’t know where your fortune will come from.”
Yes, you must have an area of specialization, but don’t become so narrow that you bury other gifts inside you.
You may be pursuing a career in the military and even dreaming of becoming #the_Chief_of_the_Naval_Staff (CNS) one day, but that does not mean all your usefulness must end inside uniform. What if you do not make it to #Flag_Rank, let alone become the #CNS?
You may still function as a #podcaster, #writer, #journalist, #analyst, #teacher, or something you have not even named yet.
Learn. Observe. Build range. Sometimes, the door that will change your life may not open from the place you are staring at.
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The rampant insecurity you see today is not new. It did not suddenly appear overnight.
The only reason why it seems overwhelming now is because many of you have contributed to weakning the lines that kept you safe from Chaos .
The reason many of you have the luxury of debating Insecurities from the comfort of your homes is because, for years, men have stood between you and chaos. Men have bled. Men have died. Men have endured hardship, hunger, and terror so that violence would not reach your doorstep.
Yet today, from behind glowing screens and fragile convictions, many choose to mock those same men.
You insult soldiers. You disparage their sacrifices. You discourage young people from joining the military. You celebrate desertion as though abandoning one’s post is an act of courage rather than a betrayal of duty.
Meanwhile, evil does not sleep.
Terrorists recruit every day. They do not relent. They flow across borders , Niger , Chad , CAR , Libya , from every direction, driven by a singular purpose: to loot, to kill, to conquer, and to destroy. They dream of beheading your fathers, violating mothers, brutalizing your daughters, and enslaving children. Their commitment to violence is unwavering.
We understand this reality. That is why good men have continued to hold the line.
But instead of strengthening their hands, many of you stab them in the back. You belittle every gain. You dismiss every sacrifice. You tell young men not to join the Military , forgetting a simple truth that every civilization throughout history has understood:
Someone must stand guard.
Every generation enjoys the protection provided by men willing to do what others cannot. As long as humanity exists, evil will exist. Peace is not the natural state of man; it is the product of strength, vigilance, and sacrifice.
The Stoics understood this. Marcus Aurelius understood this. Civilization survives not because evil disappears, but because disciplined and courageous men refuse to yield to it.
You have made enlistment unfashionable, especially in the Southeast, where every recruitment cycle now shows the wound you inflicted. Across the country the number of men willing to stand the watch grows smaller because you have convinced a generation that hating the uniform is the same as hating the government. You are wrong. You are attacking the only institution that still separates order from the abyss. Evil does not negotiate. It does not tire. It requires good men who are willing to answer savagery with disciplined ruthlessness. Without them, your comfort is borrowed time.
Presidents come and go.
Governments rise and fall.
But the nation must endure.
Your first loyalty should not be to a politician. It should be to your land, your people, and the constitution that binds them together. A president occupies an office temporarily. The country belongs to generations.
And if one day the military is diminished, if the men holding the line become overstretched, exhausted, and impossible to reinforce, reality will return with brutal clarity.
The first law of survival is self-preservation.
The Soldier will realize he owes nothing to those who have stabbed him in the back. When that moment comes, the shield lifts. And you, who have never thrown a real punch in your life, who have zero combat experience, who have lived your entire existence behind the protection of other men’s courage, will learn what the world looks like when the thin veneer of civilization is ripped away.
Those who spent years attacking the very institutions that protected them will discover what it means to stand alone in a world where no one is left to Hold the Frontline.
And on that day Goat-fucking Terrorist will take you. They will use your body however they please, violating you with hot iron, stringing you upside down from Oshodi bridge so the vultures can finish you .
This is to all the fathers on my timeline.
Happy Father’s Day to every man who chooses responsibility over excuses, presence over absence, and sacrifice over comfort.
To the fathers, father figures, mentors, and guardians shaping lives with love, discipline, and quiet strength—thank you. Your impact echoes across generations.
May God strengthen your hands, reward your labour, and bless your families. 💙 #FathersDay
MAIDUGURI–DAMBOA ROAD: THE TREACHEROUS CORRIDOR.
Before I begin, let me make it clear that nothing in this account is confidential or in violation of Operational Security. The reputation of the Maiduguri–Damboa road is well known to locals, traders, travelers, and anyone familiar with this treacherous corridor.
The Maiduguri–Damboa road is of immense economic importance to Borno State. Livestock, charcoal, firewood, beans, groundnuts, watermelons, and countless other goods move along this corridor into Maiduguri every day. In the opposite direction, traders transport supplies from Maiduguri to Damboa and onward to towns such as Chibok, Askira-Uba, Biu, Gonori, and several others.
However, sustained insurgent attacks turned the road into one of the most dangerous routes in the region. Many travelers abandoned it entirely, choosing longer and safer alternatives through Yobe State.
After major clearance operations, the road was reopened to commuters, but it wasn’t a free-for-all. Every vehicle moving between Maiduguri and Damboa had to join a military-escorted convoy.
Military deployments were established along the corridor to maintain a permanent presence, secure different sections of the route, support convoy operations, and reassure travelers that the road could once again be used for daily life and commerce.
All vehicles traveling from Maiduguri to Damboa on a daily basis were required to assemble into convoys at Molai, a village just outside Maiduguri. A popular local known as “Ci muci” was appointed to coordinate the civilians ahead of movement and assist with the convoy assembly process.
Trucks loaded with produce, commercial vehicles, private cars, traders, families, and travelers would begin gathering there, waiting to be searched before the day’s movement.
My formation, 192 Echo Company, was deployed at Delwa, beyond Molai, as a Forward Operating Base. Part of our task was to secure a section of the corridor and support convoy operations.
Every morning, we’d move back to Molai to link up with the convoy before movement. We served as the rear escort team. We’d also use that opportunity to scan known hotspots between Delwa and Molai before the movement commenced.
Other formations occupied key locations such as Kumala and Bulabulin, securing major threat areas along the route, while Damboa served as the final convergence point for the convoy system.
Vehicles arriving from Damboa were searched before continuing to Maiduguri. On days when our convoy from Maiduguri experienced delays, 25TF escort teams sometimes moved the Damboa convoy as far as Bulabulin, where we’d conduct convoy exchanges to ensure travelers from Damboa could continue their journey to Maiduguri before nightfall.
It’s important to understand the environment in which all of this took place.
By this time, most of the villages between Molai and Damboa had been sacked by Boko Haram.
Entire communities had disappeared.
On many stretches of the road, the only people you were likely to encounter were soldiers manning isolated positions, the occasional escapee from captivity, or someone whose presence raised more questions than answers.
That was the reality of the Maiduguri–Damboa corridor.
Ehn ehn….Now that I’ve given you the background, let’s talk about these pictures.
Picture One
The first frame shows what would typically be the second half of a convoy movement. On some days, a convoy could consist of anywhere between 80 and 120 vehicles.
To avoid slowing down the movement, the heavy trucks were usually released first under escort by gun trucks and Armoured Personnel Carriers. The smaller vehicles would follow later and eventually catch up with the truck convoy.
If a truck broke down along the route, occupants could be evacuated into the smaller vehicles, ensuring nobody is left stranded on the road.
If you zoom into the picture, you’ll notice a white Hilux leading part of the convoy. Those were the men of F-SARS who were also involved in
If the peace my children will enjoy tomorrow must be purchased with my today, then I am willing to pay the price.
If their laughter, freedom, and safety require my sacrifice, then I will lay down whatever is asked of me without hesitation. For a soldier's duty is not measured by how long he lives, but by what he is willing to give for those who come after him.
Tonight, I stand on the battlefront uncertain of what tomorrow holds. I do not know if I will return home, but I am not afraid. Courage is not the absence of fear; it is the decision that something else is more important.
Should I fall, let it be known that I stood where duty called. The soldier may die, but his spirit never does. It lives on in the peace he defended, in the nation he served, and in the generations that will never know the sacrifices made for their tomorrow.
For God and Country, I remain ready today, tomorrow, and until my last breath.
May Nigeria Succeed 🫡🪖🇳🇬
You can spot a mad civilian on the street by the way they walk around talking to themselves, but you can’t easily spot a mad soldier until he finishes cleaning his rifle and cocks it four extra times after already confirming it’s clear.
Colleague to Colleague.
Mutual recognition is what it's all about. It's not always easy to be proud of a colleague's promotion when you believe you could have been in their place, because the way to the top is a pyramid scheme.
The real challenge is learning to be proud that you have the opportunity to work alongside someone who has achieved that success.
Celebrate Greatness.
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Monday Legal Tip: Never sign a document simply because you trust the person presenting it. Trust is important; understanding what you’re signing is essential.
BRO TO BRO
I know life is not easy. I know pressure is real. I know everybody wants to succeed. But there are roads a person should not enter, no matter how difficult life becomes. Some doors are better left closed.