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Tell Us A/Some Memorable Experience of You Worth Sharing
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am not defending the military but you people are defending the civilians dont get it twisted
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Now to your point
Abacha may be or may not be a mess, he was wicked and harsh killed people and such, detain people but THAT IS WHAT NIGERIA NEEDS NOW!!! ( or close)
The civilan government offered any thing much worse than the military from economy,corruption, bad govmt policies and all alll all
The civilans keep blaming the military that was 11 years ago, what have the civilians done to repair the damage nothing but make it worse
hno:
Well I haven't lived in Nigeria too long to recount such interesting stories as some of you guys but I will share one of my fathers story abi testimony.
In my fathers town there was a new school that opened, and him along with his peers were the first set of students to begin schooling there. One day my father got into a fight with one of his colleagues and their punishment was to clear grass. The headteacher assigned my father his plot, and the other guy his own. They both started clearing grass, when my father stopped and analysed the other guy. He confroted him believing he was leaving the bulk of the work for him to do. they both got into another fight then the Headmaster came again. My father was making mouth for the principle, oga just beat him anyhow eh. My father was thus the first pupil to recieve beating in that school and it was even dished out by the school principle.
Anyways my father was about 12 years old around that time when some men came to his papas house to inform his mother of her husband (my father's father) shock death. Well my grandfather died whilst he was fishing, apparently the boat capsized and he later drowned - I cannot remember if they retrieved the body.
My father is the eldest son in the family but at 12 years old couldn't comprehend and refused to believe his father was dead. Well in Nigeria you know how it is, no free education someone has to provide. Since the provider in the family perished my father dropped out of school and left his uncles home (which was closer to his school) and returned to stay with his mother. After 2 months his principle enquired of him and paid my father a visit. Oga ask him, 'where have you been', but the guy don sabi wetin happen before - in hindsight maybe he wanted my father to grieve privately. He told my father to come back to school. My father said he cannot afford it, the guy said just return. You know wetin? Dis same guy wey give my father priemier beatings in front of whole school before, he kon privately pay for my father's school fees. The guy no be ordinary man, this is the school Principle that just handled my father's funding. From disobediant child to teachers pet lol.
Now the issue of my mother. Prior to the Biafra war, her own father was playing away with some northern girl. Not the ordinary Fatimas and Salmas in Kano, but he was actually having an affair with one of the Emirs daughters (sshh don't tell lol). Well after the attack the Igbos meted out to the majority northern elte, the northerners were obviously planning their counter attack. This was the time they committed the Igbo genocide. My maternal grandfather is a southerner, deltan to be precise so his life was obviously threatened. The Emirs daughter warned my grandfather to return to the south quick quick. Before my grandfather made his journies the lady helped him disguise himself. She barbed his head moro moro but kept the bia bia that had already been growing. She dressed him in some Hausa Kaftan and Hula cap. As my grandfather was thus about escaping, some Hausa men siezed him. They started giving him oral exam lol. You see the Igbos are known for effing up their l's and r's i.e 'Nna I'm velly velly solly' 'reave me arone' - an Igbo lady explained to me it is the anambra Igbos that talk like this actually not all Igbo folks.
Well thankfully my grandpa never had a problem with his speech so he passed his test with flying colours lol. He escaped then for 3 days without food or water he journeyed back to Delta state. By this time his family rendered him dead, so when one skinny beareded old man came crawling from some bushes into their compound they were shocked. They said he really looked hausa lol - oh the irony. Well that was how my grandfather survived the Biafra war, saved by a Fulani princess heroinne
In my fathers town there was a new school that opened, and him along with his peers were the first set of students to begin schooling there. One day my father got into a fight with one of his colleagues and their punishment was to clear grass. The headteacher assigned my father his plot, and the other guy his own. They both started clearing grass, when my father stopped and analysed the other guy. He confroted him believing he was leaving the bulk of the work for him to do. they both got into another fight then the Headmaster came again. My father was making mouth for the principle, oga just beat him anyhow eh. My father was thus the first pupil to recieve beating in that school and it was even dished out by the school principle.
Anyways my father was about 12 years old around that time when some men came to his papas house to inform his mother of her husband (my father's father) shock death. Well my grandfather died whilst he was fishing, apparently the boat capsized and he later drowned - I cannot remember if they retrieved the body.
My father is the eldest son in the family but at 12 years old couldn't comprehend and refused to believe his father was dead. Well in Nigeria you know how it is, no free education someone has to provide. Since the provider in the family perished my father dropped out of school and left his uncles home (which was closer to his school) and returned to stay with his mother. After 2 months his principle enquired of him and paid my father a visit. Oga ask him, 'where have you been', but the guy don sabi wetin happen before - in hindsight maybe he wanted my father to grieve privately. He told my father to come back to school. My father said he cannot afford it, the guy said just return. You know wetin? Dis same guy wey give my father priemier beatings in front of whole school before, he kon privately pay for my father's school fees. The guy no be ordinary man, this is the school Principle that just handled my father's funding. From disobediant child to teachers pet lol.
Now the issue of my mother. Prior to the Biafra war, her own father was playing away with some northern girl. Not the ordinary Fatimas and Salmas in Kano, but he was actually having an affair with one of the Emirs daughters (sshh don't tell lol). Well after the attack the Igbos meted out to the majority northern elte, the northerners were obviously planning their counter attack. This was the time they committed the Igbo genocide. My maternal grandfather is a southerner, deltan to be precise so his life was obviously threatened. The Emirs daughter warned my grandfather to return to the south quick quick. Before my grandfather made his journies the lady helped him disguise himself. She barbed his head moro moro but kept the bia bia that had already been growing. She dressed him in some Hausa Kaftan and Hula cap. As my grandfather was thus about escaping, some Hausa men siezed him. They started giving him oral exam lol. You see the Igbos are known for effing up their l's and r's i.e 'Nna I'm velly velly solly' 'reave me arone' - an Igbo lady explained to me it is the anambra Igbos that talk like this actually not all Igbo folks.
Well thankfully my grandpa never had a problem with his speech so he passed his test with flying colours lol. He escaped then for 3 days without food or water he journeyed back to Delta state. By this time his family rendered him dead, so when one skinny beareded old man came crawling from some bushes into their compound they were shocked. They said he really looked hausa lol - oh the irony. Well that was how my grandfather survived the Biafra war, saved by a Fulani princess heroinne
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