Read this with an open mind and have a rethink whenever you sees our security men especially the Army Navy and Air force..
*THE INVISIBLE WOUNDS OF THE NIGERIAN SOLDIERS*

By AH GULANI

The life of an average member of the Armed Forces is filled with confusion, sacrifice, and silent victimization both from within and outside our homes. While we are seen in public as symbols of courage and strength, behind closed doors, we are slowly fading shadows in the lives of those we fight to protect, including our very own families.

Our children grow up believing it is their mother who loves them most , who pays for their school fees, buys their clothes, feeds them, and nurtures them. Why? Because they barely see us. Duty calls us away , first to distant deployments, then to conflict zones. We miss birthdays, graduations, recitals, and religious holidays. To them, we are only a voice on the phone or a pixelated face on a video call.

Yes, salaries are paid. But more than 70% of it goes to our families to ensure their wellbeing. We work ourselves to the bone to give them comfort, yet our physical absence plants a seed of emotional distance. Many of us have missed Sallah and Christmas celebrations not once, but for years because duty had other plans.

By the time we die, our children don’t truly mourn our absence, it is something they have already grown used to. Our portraits on the wall are nothing but a formal reminder of a ghost who was once a father. We didn’t share enough time to leave strong memories. Even our wives may God bless them feel more like widows during our service years. Out of 20 years of marriage, we might spend only 30% of the time with them physically. Our lives are lived through calls and blurry WhatsApp video chats.

Our children sometimes deny us when we go on leave, unsure whether to call us “Daddy” or “Sir.” “Daddy, when are you coming back?” becomes a regular question, and with time, even that curiosity fades.

Our parents and siblings pull at us from one side, demanding our presence, our money, our attention. Yet we must answer to the call of service. Our childhood friends have become distant leaders.Our local communities now seem foreign. We miss weddings, funerals, naming ceremonies, family meetings. We are soldiers always away, always missing.

Even our annual leave is swallowed by part time professional development, or security emergencies. We are sometimes posted to remote regions, where our tribe or religion is a minority. Yet, with integrity and patriotism, we serve diligently.

And yet, it doesn’t end there. We’ve been victims of love denied , women refusing our proposals, not because they don’t love us, but because they fear becoming widows too soon, or being wives to ghosts, only connected by mobile data. We build beautiful homes with luxurious interiors, but we end up sleeping in trenches under the hot sun , onboard a ship on tiny best shaken by deep sea waves or in swampy forests, faces buried in dust, eyes scanning for enemies, hearts burdened by longing.

We have watched our comrades dying, some with bullets to the chest, others in pools of blood, whispering the names of their wives and children. And still, we fight.

We are mocked by some of the citizens we swore to protect. “Na dem dey beat us useless people ,” they say. “Wetindem dey even do?” they mock. We walk into markets and are charged higher instead of being honored. We are ridiculed in the media when one of us makes a mistake, but our gallantry and battlefield victories go unreported. When we fall, headlines read. ‘’Two soldiers killed by unknown gunmen.” No names. No honor. No legacy from the citizens except the armed forces honor.

Even worse, our enemies have become more organized while our sacrifices are not appreciated. We protect the integrity of the nation, ensure others sleep with both eyes closed yet our own families are restless because they never know if we’ll return.

Where do you want a soldier to belong? What do you want us to be?

We are not machines. We are human. We are citizens just like you. We bleed, we cry, we miss our families too. We are not foreigners , we are your brothers, sisters, uncles, daughters, and sons.

So please, Nigerians, if you cannot love the soldier, then at least show compassion. Love us for the sake of our wives who wait endlessly. Love us for the sake of our children who only see us in frames. Love us for the sake of the country we are dying for.

Despite the ridicule and discrimination, we still love you. We can’t stand by and watch you suffer not because we are commanded to protect you, but because it is in our blood to do so.

We only ask for one thing in return, your understanding, and your humanity.

God bless you and remain favour from Almighty God.

Wedding Rice dey sweet shaa 😌
I thank God for today
I for invite una but una no dey react to my post 😌😂

Good Evening Fellas...!!!

#Ekene_kwe_m_unu

"pls, I'm responding to my husband, the man who said he married me, sponsored me into a nursing school, took me abroad, & I betrayed him by processing my boyfriend's papers to join me in the States & got pregnant for him.

Pls, I'm not here to defend myself, but to tell exactly how it happened, so the world can also understand my position in the whole situation. I had to drop out of school due to a lack of finances. My parents are retired primary school teachers. During that very tough period, this guy's mom came to our house, told my mom she wished for her son to marry me. My parents talked me into it, even though they knew I was already in a serious relationship & deeply in love with my boyfriend Franklin

I actually didn't have much of a choice, since the guy was based abroad , doing very well for himself. I felt like this was a God-given opportunity to eradicate poverty in my family. On a quest to also please my family, after a few chats with him, our wedding was set, he came back to the country, & we finalized our marriage.

Now, before he traveled back, I pleaded with him to instead register me into a nursing school & start processing my documents when I was almost about to graduate, since it would obviously be expensive if I had to school abroad, & also so it could help me get a good job when I finally joined him. He was happy, proud of me, & even praised me for being smart.

He finally registered me, & an apartment was rented & furnished for me to stay in, so I could be comfortable while I schooled. Just a few months before my husband went back, my boyfriend came to me & cried, pleading that he was still very much in love with me. I felt really pity for him, knowing he did nothing wrong to me, & I was also still very much deeply in love with him; I couldn't resist taking him back.

We started seeing each other again, and he even moved in with me. So, I started asking my husband for more money & complaining of financial shortages, in which he always sent huge sums. I used this money to also register my boyfriend into an ICT learning program, so he could graduate with an international standards certificate, which could also help him get a good job abroad.

We had it discussed & planned that when I finally moved abroad, I would process his documents, & he would join me later. Actually, we saw this as a good opportunity that could change our lives forever. I believed it was God's doing.

To cut the long story short, luckily, my visa was ready a few months after my graduation. In which I joined my husband in the abroad. That same week, I immediately started making inquiries on how I could go about getting a job. My husband confessed how proud & happy he was to have an ambitious woman like me for a wife. He even helped me out in getting a "work permit" & also submitted my CV to several hospitals, & that's how I finally got a job.

However, I was still keeping in touch with my boyfriend. After 4 years of living abroad, I was already well-established & stable. After several trials & failures, my boyfriend's visa finally came out. I actually had no child with my husband for 4 years; he was worried. We did several tests, which always proved that we were both okay.

It's true that I was taking pills to avoid getting pregnant for him, & I also denied him access to my body for 6 months. Truth is, by this time, my boyfriend was already in the States. In which I finally got pregnant for him. I really didn't care anymore if my husband found out about us, cuz I was already deeply in love with my fiancé.

I actually planned on revealing everything to my husband in due time & probably ask for his forgiveness. But somehow, he found out on his own before I could. It's true I didn't feel remorseful. But instead, served him with divorce papers. My mind was already made up.

I'm sorry to say, our marriage from the onset was a sham. I honestly never loved him. My heart belongs to another. I did what I did out of love; any woman in my shoes would do the same. I'm just a lady who's in love. God bare me witness; I didn't mean for this to happen.

I'm not here to defend myself, like I said, but rather to apologize. I'm so sorry, Rowland. You are a good man. Even after everything I did, you still asked us to fix our marriage, even when I'm pregnant for someone else, & you kept apologizing when I'm the one who wronged you.

Please forgive me. I'm sorry that I cannot stay. Please consider my feelings too; my heart belongs to someone else. It wouldn't be good for us. Thanks so much for signing the divorce. And i pray that you'll find yourself a good woman whom truly deserves your love & would also reciprocate your love. I wish you all the best in life Rowland"just a follow

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EPISODE 1:

I think I made a mistake choosing Emeka. Or maybe the mistake was marrying into this family. If only I had seen the signs earlier… if only I had listened to my instincts. But love has a way of blinding you, making you believe that all will be well.

I should have known something was wrong when my mother-in-law smiled too much at our wedding. That was not the smile of a mother welcoming a daughter—it was the smile of a queen who had just acquired a servant.

Now, here I sit in the middle of a family meeting, feeling like a criminal on trial. I glance at Emeka, silently begging him to say something, anything. But he stares at the floor like a child being scolded.

“Nkechi,” my mother-in-law’s voice is sharp, dragging my attention back to her. “It has been two years, yet we see no sign of a child. What exactly is the problem?”

I swallow hard. I had heard the rumors—how women in this family are expected to bear a son within the first two years of marriage. But I never imagined they would actually summon me like this, like a disobedient child.

“I—I believe God’s time is the best,” I stammer.

My sisters-in-law scoff. One of them, Ifeoma, leans forward. “That’s what barren women say.”

A cold chill runs through my spine. Barren? The word stings like acid. I look at Emeka again, hoping, praying for him to say something. But he remains silent. His mother smirks, as if enjoying my humiliation.

“Listen carefully, Nkechi,” she continues. “In this family, a woman secures her place by giving birth to a male child. If you cannot do that, then we must consider… other options.”

A suffocating silence fills the room. I feel my heartbeat in my throat. Other options? What does she mean?

“Let’s give her a little more time,” Emeka finally speaks.

For a second, relief washes over me—until I realize his voice lacks conviction. He is not defending me. He is only delaying their judgment.

As I sit there, my mind screams at me. Run, Nkechi. Run while you still can.

But where will I go?

TO BE CONTINUED...✍️✍️✍️✍️

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Maybe she's really eager to hold a wedding, my wedding 🤭😊

For those I sent wedding invitation last month, kindly erase Micheal and put Isaac, same time same Venue🤩😜 😂🤣😂😂

What a story 😏🙄🤦

"My husband came to my office unannounced today, asked me to tell my secretary not to allow anyone in from 1:30 PM to 2:30 PM.

I thought he wanted to talk about something important, but no, he wanted sex.

I told him it was my working hours and that, I couldn't. He got pissed and tried forcing himself on me. I screamed for help.

I give him sex at home when he wants it, we don't have any real sex issues pending. So I don't know what exactly came over him today.
When help finally entered my office, he was fully naked. He got dressed in their presence, and then removed his wedding ring and threw it on the floor.

He's not home yet. He has not called me since Yesterday. What do I do or say to him when he returns home?"🤷

Mass Wedding Sponsored by Hon. Dickson Tarkigh, House of Representatives, Guma/Makurdi Constituency

By Benjamin Asema

A grand mass wedding event was held, generously sponsored by Hon. Dickson Tarkigh, the House of Representatives member for Guma/Makurdi Constituency. The ceremony, which celebrated love and unity, was blessed by Rev. Fr. Solomon Ukeyima, who encouraged the newly weds to maintain peace and harmony within their homes. He urged the couples to embrace forgiveness and pray for fruitful children, wishing them prosperity in their married life.

The Muslim Imam, Suleman Habib, also shared words of wisdom, advising the couples to stay united and avoid the influence of third parties, which, he noted, often causes harm to relationships in today's society.

In his address, Hon. Dickson Tarkigh,expressed his commitment to supporting the growth and well-being of the people. He further announced the provision of scholarships for students and presented a generous donation of 2 million Naira to the newly weds to help them start their marital lives on a strong foundation.

Professor Terlumun Shija, the guest speaker for the occasion, commended Hon. Dickson Tarkigh for organizing such a memorable event and advised the couples to wisely invest the financial gift to create businesses that would generate lasting income and ensure their prosperity.

The Chairman of the occasion, Sen. Titus Zam, represented by Dr. Emmanuel Shima, also praised Hon. Dickson Tarkigh for his dedication too large-scale community initiatives. He encouraged the couples to work together to build strong families and contributed the sum of 500,000 naira to Dickson for this large projects.

Mrs. Becky Opin, the Chairlady of the event, took a moment to thank Hon. Dickson Tarkigh for his remarkable contributions and extended heartfelt congratulations to the newlyweds, urging them to always foster peace in their marriages.

The event was a resounding success, a testament to Hon. Dickson Tarkigh's commitment to the people and the future of the Guma/Makurdi Constituency.