Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by CrazyCrane: 9:35am On Sep 26, 2021 |
Lobatan They'll gist with you inside guard room ![grin](https://www.nairaland.com/faces/grin.png) Abi you like gist |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by Brandonx(m): 9:36am On Sep 26, 2021 |
This kind tori na for children let me read and move on ![undecided](https://www.nairaland.com/faces/undecided.png) |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by thinkmoney(m): 9:36am On Sep 26, 2021 |
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Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by Manshot1: 9:38am On Sep 26, 2021 |
emmanok24: OP, your story is completely TRUE!
I attended Command Children School, Letmauck Barracks for my primary education and know the barracks like the back of my hands and currently suppply drinks to the Officer’s Mess which is on the same road as the Officer’s Quarters and Sappers Bar inside the Barracks.
All of your description are apt and very correct and the eerie feeling on that road is so true!
Hope you chop some barracks babe before you vamooze? � Bros eee. Come and give me some barrack babe naa.. |
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Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by xeratech: 9:40am On Sep 26, 2021 |
engrfaruq: Fiction Either 100% fiction or he mixed some lies 1 Like |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by Nobody: 9:40am On Sep 26, 2021 |
The story get as e be, why didn't the Major just come clean to the church and tell them the truth of his wife inability to read before the wedding? The pastor/rev would easily know a way to officiate the wedding without any issues. 3 Likes |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by hope4nigeria(m): 9:42am On Sep 26, 2021 |
Lindner:
This is absolutely no fiction. Thank God the interviewers didn't feel this way. They had my CV and saw where I served. I later went on to do my masters at the University of Ibadan. Anyway, I have no control over what you choose to believe. Just my little frightening experience. Op don't mind those kids, all they know na Yahoo Yahoo, they don't believe in. Anything 1 Like |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by Jesuschristus: 9:43am On Sep 26, 2021 |
Lindner: Long story!!
In an interview, I was asked to narrate a really tensed sitiation and how I navigated it.
I remembered my NYSC days, I lived inside Letmauck Cantonement, Mokola Barracks, Ibadan. Year was 2008.
The wife of an Army Officer( a Major) hired me to tutor their three young kids after school. Unknown to me, it was the woman that needed tutoring on how to read English(she couldn't read nor write). She spoke only pidgin.
We agreed the fees (weekly), and I started. She would later open up to me that she needed tutoring as well. For a relatively long time, I didnt meet the Major himself. I would have left before he returned from work. I was a teacher at St Luis Grammar school just behind the barracks.
Long story short, I started teaching the woman too after she increased my weekly fee. But I noticed the woman would rather gist with me than learn. Being a student of emotional intelligence myself, I reckoned she needed someone to gist with in that ghostly environment like the Officer's Quaters. A full time house wife and in that environment. The other end of the barrack where soldiers ans corpers live was more fun and populated . As long as I was paid, we would gist all afternoon. We soon became friends. I even stopped teaching the kids. They were super sharp, intelligent, restless and troublesome. But every Friday, she never missed my payment.
One faithful Friday afternoon, the Major came home early, that was the first time I ever saw his face. I rightly assumed all the money I was being handsomely paid came from him since the wife was a full house wife.
I stood up to greet him but I couldn't tell if he was angry, sad or just being his military self. He didn't bother to respond, he just went upstairs. His wife followed him immediately.
After about 15 minutes, he came back to join me. He asked how much I was being paid, I told him. He asked if his wife mentioned why she needed to learn how to read, I told him I assumed it was for self improvement. Meanwhile, I had been collecting money weekly for several weeks and this woman could not read jack. We would rather chat, gist and laugh.
The Major went to the TV area and gave me a card, it was their wedding invitation card in 2 weeks time. He mentioned that they never got married before the kids. In short, at the wedding, the woman would be required to read a long vow or something like that. It was a Methodist or Anglican church along Bodija.
He said, given his status both in the church and in the army, he must not be embarrassed by his wife's inability to read. That was the whole reason for the lesson that we turned into chatting sessions. He said it was mandatory that I attended to witness the result of my tutoring. The whole conversion lasted for about 10 minutes and it sounded more like subtle threats and one man trying to dominate another man.
How did the woman not mention her wedding and the real reason she was learning how to read? How could I make her read in two weeks? Should we just memorize the whole text of the program? My mind started racing. I lived at the other end of the barracks, the Major knows where I worked as well. No way I could escape. I had collected a lot of money already and I was 100% certain he would be embarrassed on that day.
I did what I could in two weeks. Attending the wedding for me was like a cow going to the slaughter. My heart was pounding and was literally in my mouth. I knew the woman could not still read even after practicing the texts many times.
It was a beautiful military wedding. I sat at the back, then two guys came and said something like "O boy, oga say make we sit beside you". Which oga? They said "Major". I knew I was in deep shit. Prior to that time, a corper colleague had to be locked up in the guard room for dating a soldier's sister. Ordinary soldier. This was a Major about to be embarrassed in front of his friends, colleagues, juniors and church members. Of course, he wouldn't beat his wife, I figured I would carry all the blame and possibly return every penny I collected.
Sitting through the wedding was the most tensed period of my entire adult life. Gruelling 3 hours!. Second was waiting for my HIV test result. Of course, she fumbled, woefully at that. It was a disaster. That moment you want to hide under the seat. The officiating minster had to take charge of the situation to save face. I'm sure he wasn't aware.
As they where matching out of the church through the guards or what do they call them. Those guys that carry sticks and couples pass under them. I was seriously looking at the Major's face. His facial expression would inform me of my likely fate. His face was always expressionless but today, it was important to read those expressions so as to know my next line of action. Either to pick the next available bus back to my state and never return or something like that. But again, there's the problem of the soldiers beside me.
Conclusion.
The Major didn't have my time on that day, I guess he was occupied with the guests and all. I got lost in the crowd but never returned home directly. I slept at a colleagues room like 10 blocks away from ours. I could remember, ours was block 36 Engineering block. The soldiers sent to sit next to me also probably didn't know the reason and we all dispersed. My room mate and other corper colleagues that knew the background were waiting for the full gist of what happened. That night, I was waiting for that "gulf 3" visit. Gulf car was reigning at the time. They used gulf to pick you up to treat unofficial f**k ups.
The next day, I received a call from the Major's wife to come down to the Officer's Quarters. She didn't thank me for attending the wedding or for my tutoring or say anything that I could draw conclusions on about the mood of the situation. I was too paralysed to even congratulate her. Why would she be the one to call me given what happened at the wedding? I had heard all sorts of stories about what happens in the guard room, true or untrue, I never wanted to experience any of it. I put myself in the Major's shoes. No man should experience what he passed though in those few minutes at the altar. The Church became very quiet. Some people could not even look up.
Approaching the building, I saw the Major and one of the soldiers from yesterday and behold, the Gulf car!!.
I went straight down on my knees and then on my chest, flat on the floor in public view. My colleague had told me that was the only way I could lessen my punishment. But the Officer's Quaters was too quiet and lonely to gain any public pity and possibly help. The Major looked confused. I started apologizing and promised to even refund him. His kids (2 boys, 1 girl) started laughing.
The wife came out laughing as well, but in her hands was what I would later find out to be cake wrapped in those aluminium foils for me. The Major and the soldier just looked at me as if I was less of a man, rolling on the floor without even being accused of anything yet. Apparently, the Gulf car belonged to the soldier. The poor man was not even angry at me. I died multiple times throughout the night thinking about what evil was about to befall me. But all was just in my mind.
The wife would later tell me that she warned her husband before the Wedding not to waste his money on tutoring her. She felt she was hopeless at education.
I love ur writing keep it up Bros 2 Likes 1 Share |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by temitope27(m): 9:43am On Sep 26, 2021 |
engrfaruq: Fiction so with all this thing this guy wrote, this is all you av to say? U re wicked 4 Likes |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by drlateef: 9:44am On Sep 26, 2021 |
Did you bang the wife during your chats? That part has been cut off in your story I presume. |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by Sterope(f): 9:47am On Sep 26, 2021 |
Emotionally intelligent but you were bonding with lonely full time house wife in her house ![undecided](https://www.nairaland.com/faces/undecided.png) 5 Likes |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by Astra101: 9:47am On Sep 26, 2021 |
Laugh don finish me here...
Op you try for your writing skill |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by SonofGod231: 9:47am On Sep 26, 2021 |
At a point I didn't want this story to end. So Interesting and Captivating. Because you write so well,many will say it's fiction. 13 Likes |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by pek(m): 9:49am On Sep 26, 2021 |
Jesuschristus:
I love ur writing keep it up Bros So you have to quote the whole stuff to make your comment? 4 Likes 1 Share |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by FlipModeSquade(m): 9:49am On Sep 26, 2021 |
engrfaruq: Fiction Maybe,but an interesting read all the same.. |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by castrol180(m): 9:50am On Sep 26, 2021 |
Great nostalgic there. |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by SarkinYarki: 9:50am On Sep 26, 2021 |
stood up to greet him but I couldn't tell if he was angry, sad or just being his military self. He didn't bother to respond, he just went upstairs. His wife followed him immediately. Nobody will give any major a duplex in any barrack ...na here you lie |
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Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by Alfamann: 9:50am On Sep 26, 2021 |
engrfaruq: Fiction Yes. We know but still a good read. |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by gly2ken: 9:52am On Sep 26, 2021 |
I am suppose to have soldiers friends (both officers and other ranks) being a barrack boy and I was one time banker to one of the command secondary school. But I avoid them due to their pride, arrogance and unnecessary intimidations. I avoid them like plaque. 4 Likes |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by Ashirioluwa: 9:58am On Sep 26, 2021 |
Nollywood made up story |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by Nobody: 9:58am On Sep 26, 2021 |
Lindner:
I just did. You write like Mark Manson. If you write a book, I would buy it. 2 Likes |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by yusluvad(m): 10:03am On Sep 26, 2021 |
Firstorderwizard: This may sound like fiction but I can relate. I came across one whose husband is super rich I repeat super rich and She owns a supermarket (via the husband). However she can speak but can't write. But in terms of beauty she's 10/10.
Irony of life... |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by Bukden16(m): 10:03am On Sep 26, 2021 |
You most finish this tori if not; Buhari will have to settle diz matter. |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by Tylerbankz: 10:06am On Sep 26, 2021 |
Major don go marry beauty without brain. ![shocked](https://www.nairaland.com/faces/shocked.gif) |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by Theicecode(m): 10:07am On Sep 26, 2021 |
Is this a figment of your imagination? |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by tjfulloption(m): 10:08am On Sep 26, 2021 |
onomeabuja:
oyà finish d story nah ![undecided](https://www.nairaland.com/faces/undecided.png) Let me help him conclude the story since you can't phantom that the writter had already eaten his own piece of wedding cake. ....so after eating the cake, he was invited to witness their honeymoon on how to give birth to the fourth child. 1 Like |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by Lightorder: 10:08am On Sep 26, 2021 |
Lindner: Long story!!
In an interview, I was asked to narrate a really tensed sitiation and how I navigated it.
I remembered my NYSC days, I lived inside Letmauck Cantonement, Mokola Barracks, Ibadan. Year was 2008.
The wife of an Army Officer( a Major) hired me to tutor their three young kids after school. Unknown to me, it was the woman that needed tutoring on how to read English(she couldn't read nor write). She spoke only pidgin.
We agreed the fees (weekly), and I started. She would later open up to me that she needed tutoring as well. For a relatively long time, I didnt meet the Major himself. I would have left before he returned from work. I was a teacher at St Luis Grammar school just behind the barracks.
Long story short, I started teaching the woman too after she increased my weekly fee. But I noticed the woman would rather gist with me than learn. Being a student of emotional intelligence myself, I reckoned she needed someone to gist with in that ghostly environment like the Officer's Quaters. A full time house wife and in that environment. The other end of the barrack where soldiers ans corpers live was more fun and populated . As long as I was paid, we would gist all afternoon. We soon became friends. I even stopped teaching the kids. They were super sharp, intelligent, restless and troublesome. But every Friday, she never missed my payment.
One faithful Friday afternoon, the Major came home early, that was the first time I ever saw his face. I rightly assumed all the money I was being handsomely paid came from him since the wife was a full house wife.
I stood up to greet him but I couldn't tell if he was angry, sad or just being his military self. He didn't bother to respond, he just went upstairs. His wife followed him immediately.
After about 15 minutes, he came back to join me. He asked how much I was being paid, I told him. He asked if his wife mentioned why she needed to learn how to read, I told him I assumed it was for self improvement. Meanwhile, I had been collecting money weekly for several weeks and this woman could not read jack. We would rather chat, gist and laugh.
The Major went to the TV area and gave me a card, it was their wedding invitation card in 2 weeks time. He mentioned that they never got married before the kids. In short, at the wedding, the woman would be required to read a long vow or something like that. It was a Methodist or Anglican church along Bodija.
He said, given his status both in the church and in the army, he must not be embarrassed by his wife's inability to read. That was the whole reason for the lesson that we turned into chatting sessions. He said it was mandatory that I attended to witness the result of my tutoring. The whole conversion lasted for about 10 minutes and it sounded more like subtle threats and one man trying to dominate another man.
How did the woman not mention her wedding and the real reason she was learning how to read? How could I make her read in two weeks? Should we just memorize the whole text of the program? My mind started racing. I lived at the other end of the barracks, the Major knows where I worked as well. No way I could escape. I had collected a lot of money already and I was 100% certain he would be embarrassed on that day.
I did what I could in two weeks. Attending the wedding for me was like a cow going to the slaughter. My heart was pounding and was literally in my mouth. I knew the woman could not still read even after practicing the texts many times.
It was a beautiful military wedding. I sat at the back, then two guys came and said something like "O boy, oga say make we sit beside you". Which oga? They said "Major". I knew I was in deep shit. Prior to that time, a corper colleague had to be locked up in the guard room for dating a soldier's sister. Ordinary soldier. This was a Major about to be embarrassed in front of his friends, colleagues, juniors and church members. Of course, he wouldn't beat his wife, I figured I would carry all the blame and possibly return every penny I collected.
Sitting through the wedding was the most tensed period of my entire adult life. Gruelling 3 hours!. Second was waiting for my HIV test result. Of course, she fumbled, woefully at that. It was a disaster. That moment you want to hide under the seat. The officiating minster had to take charge of the situation to save face. I'm sure he wasn't aware.
As they where matching out of the church through the guards or what do they call them. Those guys that carry sticks and couples pass under them. I was seriously looking at the Major's face. His facial expression would inform me of my likely fate. His face was always expressionless but today, it was important to read those expressions so as to know my next line of action. Either to pick the next available bus back to my state and never return or something like that. But again, there's the problem of the soldiers beside me.
Conclusion.
The Major didn't have my time on that day, I guess he was occupied with the guests and all. I got lost in the crowd but never returned home directly. I slept at a colleagues room like 10 blocks away from ours. I could remember, ours was block 36 Engineering block. The soldiers sent to sit next to me also probably didn't know the reason and we all dispersed. My room mate and other corper colleagues that knew the background were waiting for the full gist of what happened. That night, I was waiting for that "gulf 3" visit. Gulf car was reigning at the time. They used gulf to pick you up to treat unofficial f**k ups.
The next day, I received a call from the Major's wife to come down to the Officer's Quarters. She didn't thank me for attending the wedding or for my tutoring or say anything that I could draw conclusions on about the mood of the situation. I was too paralysed to even congratulate her. Why would she be the one to call me given what happened at the wedding? I had heard all sorts of stories about what happens in the guard room, true or untrue, I never wanted to experience any of it. I put myself in the Major's shoes. No man should experience what he passed though in those few minutes at the altar. The Church became very quiet. Some people could not even look up.
Approaching the building, I saw the Major and one of the soldiers from yesterday and behold, the Gulf car!!.
I went straight down on my knees and then on my chest, flat on the floor in public view. My colleague had told me that was the only way I could lessen my punishment. But the Officer's Quaters was too quiet and lonely to gain any public pity and possibly help. The Major looked confused. I started apologizing and promised to even refund him. His kids (2 boys, 1 girl) started laughing.
The wife came out laughing as well, but in her hands was what I would later find out to be cake wrapped in those aluminium foils for me. The Major and the soldier just looked at me as if I was less of a man, rolling on the floor without even being accused of anything yet. Apparently, the Gulf car belonged to the soldier. The poor man was not even angry at me. I died multiple times throughout the night thinking about what evil was about to befall me. But all was just in my mind.
The wife would later tell me that she warned her husband before the Wedding not to waste his money on tutoring her. She felt she was hopeless at education.
You cracked me up. You deserve an award 3 Likes |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by Bigchristo: 10:08am On Sep 26, 2021 |
Lindner: Long story!!
In an interview, I was asked to narrate a really tensed sitiation and how I navigated it.
I remembered my NYSC days, I lived inside Letmauck Cantonement, Mokola Barracks, Ibadan. Year was 2008.
The wife of an Army Officer( a Major) hired me to tutor their three young kids after school. Unknown to me, it was the woman that needed tutoring on how to read English(she couldn't read nor write). She spoke only pidgin.
We agreed the fees (weekly), and I started. She would later open up to me that she needed tutoring as well. For a relatively long time, I didnt meet the Major himself. I would have left before he returned from work. I was a teacher at St Luis Grammar school just behind the barracks.
Long story short, I started teaching the woman too after she increased my weekly fee. But I noticed the woman would rather gist with me than learn. Being a student of emotional intelligence myself, I reckoned she needed someone to gist with in that ghostly environment like the Officer's Quaters. A full time house wife and in that environment. The other end of the barrack where soldiers ans corpers live was more fun and populated . As long as I was paid, we would gist all afternoon. We soon became friends. I even stopped teaching the kids. They were super sharp, intelligent, restless and troublesome. But every Friday, she never missed my payment.
One faithful Friday afternoon, the Major came home early, that was the first time I ever saw his face. I rightly assumed all the money I was being handsomely paid came from him since the wife was a full house wife.
I stood up to greet him but I couldn't tell if he was angry, sad or just being his military self. He didn't bother to respond, he just went upstairs. His wife followed him immediately.
After about 15 minutes, he came back to join me. He asked how much I was being paid, I told him. He asked if his wife mentioned why she needed to learn how to read, I told him I assumed it was for self improvement. Meanwhile, I had been collecting money weekly for several weeks and this woman could not read jack. We would rather chat, gist and laugh.
The Major went to the TV area and gave me a card, it was their wedding invitation card in 2 weeks time. He mentioned that they never got married before the kids. In short, at the wedding, the woman would be required to read a long vow or something like that. It was a Methodist or Anglican church along Bodija.
He said, given his status both in the church and in the army, he must not be embarrassed by his wife's inability to read. That was the whole reason for the lesson that we turned into chatting sessions. He said it was mandatory that I attended to witness the result of my tutoring. The whole conversion lasted for about 10 minutes and it sounded more like subtle threats and one man trying to dominate another man.
How did the woman not mention her wedding and the real reason she was learning how to read? How could I make her read in two weeks? Should we just memorize the whole text of the program? My mind started racing. I lived at the other end of the barracks, the Major knows where I worked as well. No way I could escape. I had collected a lot of money already and I was 100% certain he would be embarrassed on that day.
I did what I could in two weeks. Attending the wedding for me was like a cow going to the slaughter. My heart was pounding and was literally in my mouth. I knew the woman could not still read even after practicing the texts many times.
It was a beautiful military wedding. I sat at the back, then two guys came and said something like "O boy, oga say make we sit beside you". Which oga? They said "Major". I knew I was in deep shit. Prior to that time, a corper colleague had to be locked up in the guard room for dating a soldier's sister. Ordinary soldier. This was a Major about to be embarrassed in front of his friends, colleagues, juniors and church members. Of course, he wouldn't beat his wife, I figured I would carry all the blame and possibly return every penny I collected.
Sitting through the wedding was the most tensed period of my entire adult life. Gruelling 3 hours!. Second was waiting for my HIV test result. Of course, she fumbled, woefully at that. It was a disaster. That moment you want to hide under the seat. The officiating minster had to take charge of the situation to save face. I'm sure he wasn't aware.
As they where matching out of the church through the guards or what do they call them. Those guys that carry sticks and couples pass under them. I was seriously looking at the Major's face. His facial expression would inform me of my likely fate. His face was always expressionless but today, it was important to read those expressions so as to know my next line of action. Either to pick the next available bus back to my state and never return or something like that. But again, there's the problem of the soldiers beside me.
Conclusion.
The Major didn't have my time on that day, I guess he was occupied with the guests and all. I got lost in the crowd but never returned home directly. I slept at a colleagues room like 10 blocks away from ours. I could remember, ours was block 36 Engineering block. The soldiers sent to sit next to me also probably didn't know the reason and we all dispersed. My room mate and other corper colleagues that knew the background were waiting for the full gist of what happened. That night, I was waiting for that "gulf 3" visit. Gulf car was reigning at the time. They used gulf to pick you up to treat unofficial f**k ups.
The next day, I received a call from the Major's wife to come down to the Officer's Quarters. She didn't thank me for attending the wedding or for my tutoring or say anything that I could draw conclusions on about the mood of the situation. I was too paralysed to even congratulate her. Why would she be the one to call me given what happened at the wedding? I had heard all sorts of stories about what happens in the guard room, true or untrue, I never wanted to experience any of it. I put myself in the Major's shoes. No man should experience what he passed though in those few minutes at the altar. The Church became very quiet. Some people could not even look up.
Approaching the building, I saw the Major and one of the soldiers from yesterday and behold, the Gulf car!!.
I went straight down on my knees and then on my chest, flat on the floor in public view. My colleague had told me that was the only way I could lessen my punishment. But the Officer's Quaters was too quiet and lonely to gain any public pity and possibly help. The Major looked confused. I started apologizing and promised to even refund him. His kids (2 boys, 1 girl) started laughing.
The wife came out laughing as well, but in her hands was what I would later find out to be cake wrapped in those aluminium foils for me. The Major and the soldier just looked at me as if I was less of a man, rolling on the floor without even being accused of anything yet. Apparently, the Gulf car belonged to the soldier. The poor man was not even angry at me. I died multiple times throughout the night thinking about what evil was about to befall me. But all was just in my mind.
The wife would later tell me that she warned her husband before the Wedding not to waste his money on tutoring her. She felt she was hopeless at education.
Well scripted, I guess you used your imagination to compile this story and those movies companies needs to give you an offer to write some good stories for them, now imagine this being translated into movie productions only the suspense on the story alone is enough to sell market 2 Likes |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by Originalsly: 10:11am On Sep 26, 2021 |
Lindner:
I wish you would truly believe me. I could have mentioned the Major's name but that would not be nice. But the name of the GOC at the barracks at the time was Brigadier General Chukwu. Any corper or soldier who lived at Lemauck Cantonement between 2008 or 2009 reading this could confirm this. Corpers occupied 130 rooms in the barrack so we were quite many. I don't know about now.
Bro.....why try to prove anything to anyone? You already posted too much details in the first place that anyone serving then can know who is the Major and who you are. Why add more details? Just pray word doesn't get back to the Major .... even if retired... he would still have connections to fish you out and deal with you. 5 Likes |
Re: My Experience With The Wife Of A Major In The Nigerian Army by Lightorder: 10:11am On Sep 26, 2021 |
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