Memoirs Of A Nigerian Soldier

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My praises were sung home and abroad.

Generations yet unborn had my tales, victories, documented for them

With all, I did and would still do,

I fought nations.

 

Gave back plunders to rightful owners.

I crushed my enemies within my territories and beyond.

I was that brave…” or so I thought”!

I didn’t conquer the lands with my swords,

 

It wasn’t my own strong arm that gave me the victory,

It was your right hand and a strong arm that gave me the victory.

And the blinding light from your face that helped me for you loved me.

But I couldn’t see that.

 

The gym gave me succour,

My biceps, strict diets, gave me the illusion of a strong, healthy young man.

Guess I sucked a punch!

But now you have tossed me aside in dishonour.

 

Lost family and friends.

Lost the trust of my men.

Bruised and battered.

You no longer lead our armies to battle.

You make us retreat from our enemies with shame and fear.

And allow those who hate us to plunder our land.

 

You have butchered us like sheep,

And scattered us among the nations.

You sold your precious people for a pittance,

Making nothing on the sale.

You let our neighbours mock us.

 

We are an object of scorn and derision to those around us and beyond.

You have made us the butt of their jokes;

They shake their heads at us in scorn.

We can’t seem to escape the constant humiliation;

Shame is written across our faces.

 

All we hear now are the taunts of our mockers.

Our men now drink all day and lay with women.

Singing songs of defeat and failure.

Our costumes, no longer fit.

All we see are our vengeful enemies.

 

We are no longer men of valour.

And the wars are not ending.

All this happened though we have not forgotten you.

We have not violated your covenant.

Our hearts have not deserted you.

 

We have not strayed from your path,

Yet, you have crushed us in the jackal’s desert home.

You have covered us with darkness and death.

If we had forgotten the name of our God,

Or spread our hands in prayer to foreign gods,

 

God would surely have known it,

For he knows the secret of every heart.

But for your sake we are killed every day in the country, especially in the north;

We are being slaughtered like sheep.

 

Wake up, O Lord! Why do you sleep?

Get up! We’ve got the weapon,

But you’ve got the strength.

Why do you look the other way?

Why do you ignore our sufferings and oppression?

 

We collapse in the dust,

Lying face down in the dirt.

Rise up! Help us!

Nigerians need you

The innocents need you

Ransom us because of your unfailing love.

 

 

Blessings and Love

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