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Picture Three and Four
By the time we arrived in my FOB, many of the communities these masts had been built to serve no longer existed.
But while the network infrastructure had become redundant, We utilized the abandoned telecom masts structures We turned them into Observation Posts.
Because Delwa sits outside the main Maiduguri metropolis, the telecommunications masts along the corridor were built much higher than those commonly found in urban areas. Their height allowed signals to travel across open terrain and scattered settlements.
The mast in this picture stood somewhere between 150 and 200 feet high. Since we were only taking advantage of the elevation for observation purposes, no climbing harnesses or safety equipment were provided.
My oga, @Tubash97 sha dey always buy us milk🤣
So I usually just make sign of the cross and start climbing.
(I got some gloves and jacket at CMS under-bridge for this particular assignment.)
The climb wasn’t for everyone. In fact, it wasn’t something you could simply order a soldier to do. Only a handful of us volunteered for the duty.
Every few levels, you’d stop to rest before continuing the ascent. From the top, people looked like ants and vehicles appeared as tiny moving termites along the road below😅
We had radios, binoculars, and night-vision goggles. We maintained communication with other locations along the route and monitored convoy movements while scanning for potential threats along the corridor.
The night shifts were always the hardest.
The wind never stopped. It howled through the steel structure, and during storms, the slim top part of the mast would bend to the will of the weather. The bolts would creak, and the structure would sway just enough to remind you how far away the ground really was.
There was always someone up there.
Rain o, sun o, harmattan dust o. thunderstorms o, someone was always up there watching.
My first day on that tower was also the first day I saw an insurgent with my own eyes.
I remember spotting movement in the distance, watching carefully to confirm what I was seeing, and then alerting the team on the ground.
I came across the pictures today and I remembered the long days, longer nights, endless climbs, cold winds, and a handful of buddies that I was lucky enough to share seats with, at hundreds of feet above the ground, watching over a road that had become a lifeline for thousands of people.
The story is long. This is just a part.
Now before I write out what is supposed to be an excerpt from a book project that only God knows when I’ll return to, let me stop here.
Patient to me: Doctor you’re really nice and I like that
That other one we met last night was not calm at all
Ladies and gentlemen, I was the same doctor they met last night I just removed my face mask😭😭😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣
Patient to me: Doctor you’re really nice and I like that
That other one we met last night was not calm at all
Ladies and gentlemen, I was the same doctor they met last night I just removed my face mask😭😭😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣
the moment rick grimes knows they don’t run,they can be fooled in hiding and their is a talisman that can barr them from entering .he is definitely devising a plan to kidnap nothing less than 2-4 of the town ghosts.
Daddy Oyewo while here publicly told Kunle Afford and others in his industry not to use his health to raise funds; he said though sick, he was still working and that his children are doing well enough to take good care of him.
As my distant uncle, I sent him a text in March this year to give me his account details for his birthday gift, the text was not replied.
Kola Oyewo lived the ethos of OMOLUABI to the letter and the legacy of integrity and contentment he left behind will serve as his sweet memorials.
Rest on Baba daadaa.
As a young boy, Kola Oyewo signed the scholarship award letter that his then club, OBA SOCIAL ELITE CLUB gave to me, baba was the president. May his soul rest in peace.
As the World Cup Begins Without Nigeria
As the World Cup begins today across three nations, I identify with our teeming football followers and urge them not to be despondent that Nigeria is not participating, despite the abundant talent in our land.
Our failure to participate on the global stage is not due to a deficit of talent; it is a direct consequence of a deficit in leadership, planning, and institutional support.
The task of building a better Nigeria rests primarily on the shoulders of the younger generation. Do not watch the World Cup with despair; rather, see it as a reminder of where Nigeria ought to be. We must move our country from being a nation of mere consumers of global entertainment to a nation of proud producers and competitors.
A new Nigeria is POssible. -PO