Its still in my memory how we went to Sahad stores to buy some perfumes and deodorants on a rented bike and how we rode wildly through out the ride which earned us curses from motorists and also how we beat up the Okada riders just coz we think we can beat them. Do you recall how we smashed the taxi driver's windshield and were arrested and detained? Do you recall how we used to visit the Indomie joints in Kano? And how we cruise with speed around town? The life we lived as teenagers is what we called teenage adventure, we do have a lot to tell our kids when they arrive. Lots of my friends do say "that cousin of yours don't like to talk" and I'll reply them by saying yeah he don't coz that's one quality of a soldier, not to be friendly.
ADIEU, soldier!
You of the rude campaigning, (which we shared,)
The rapid march, the life of the camp,
The hot contention of opposing fronts—the long manoeuvre,
Red battles with their slaughter,—the stimulus—the strong, terrific game,
Spell of all brave and manly hearts—the trains of Time through you, and like of you,
all fill’d, with war, and war’s expression.
Adieu, Torture!
Your mission is fulfill’d but I, more warlike,
Myself, and this contentious soul of mine,
Still on our own campaigning bound,
Through untried roads, with ambushes, opponents lined,
Through many a sharp defeat and many a crisis often baffled,
Here marching, ever marching on, a war fight out aye here,
To fiercer, weightier battles give expression.
Happy Birthday Bro, may Allah continue to Bless u in all your endeavors.
