Monday 3 December 2007

'Oga don go defence head-kuatas for Lagos'

By Dele Oluwole

“You won see oga? For wetin? O ga don go defence head-kuatas for Lagos, na dia be im new office now”. It’s about eight years now yet the memory of this remarkable conversation have registered itself indelibly in my mind. Suddenly this afternoon the event again restored itself in my mind and I can remember very well just like it occurred 24 hours a go.
I had just completed the national youth service corps and was in dire need of a job to keep the battered body from failing and the soul from going astray. Five days before the conversation with this army sergeant I had visited the naval headquarters in Abuja to see a navy admiral after obtaining the Nigerian Defence Academy (NDA) officer short service form as a graduate. I remember holding the form tightly like a trophy as I was among the lucky few who took the initiative to travel from Lagos to Abuja for the priceless form as the army headquarters in Lagos claimed it had run out of forms, but the same form was still exclusively available for applicants that could afford to part with the unofficial N5000, this development was coming principally at a time when the last NYSC stipend, ‘alawi’ in my account had been expended on public transport to interview venues.

I couldn’t afford the supposedly free form that was being obtained for N5000, instead of climbing the mountain I thought of a way round it, and that was after a tip off from a friend that the same form was available for free in the federal capital territory, Abuja. That evening I decided to embark on an impromptu trip to Abuja. At the Oyingbo motor park all I had was N760 and unfortunately a one way trip to Abuja on the popular Ekene Dili Chukwu luxurious bus was going to cost me N750. I resolved to buy the ticket anyway and was neither bothered about how to come back nor what will sustain me while in Abuja. My immediate concern was to obtain the supposedly free form that was going for N5000 in Lagos for free; I therefore threw caution to the wind, after all I was already equipped to the teeth as I had originals of all academic qualifications, photocopies, and passport photographs, and some toiletries (Dailyneed tooth paste, brush, and Joy bar soap) in my Bagco (cement) super sack bag.

I was about handling over the N750 to the conductor when I decided to walk round the park for the last time, pay for the fare and take my seat in the Abuja bound bus when suddenly I heard a conductor calling out for 2 more passengers for only N550. I immediately dashed toward him and asked ‘N550?’ ‘Yes, come in’ he replied. I stood at the door, looked in the bus and saw that the seats were all occupied with a lot more people standing. I then turned to him asking where I was going to seat. He replied fuming ‘I beg commot for road if you never ready to go make better passengers enter, no be people dey stand from Lagos to Maiduguri for 18 hours?’. As I was about stepping out my eyes caught three people at the door waiting impatiently to take my place. In about 3 seconds I joggled my brain for alternatives and found none, with immediate effect of alacrity (apology, Chief Eleyimi of village headmaster fame) I took the fastest reverse ever to join my ‘comrades’ to stand for 9 hours bus trip to Abuja. After securing a standing space, I began to encouraged myself; after all I would still have some change left to feed with while in the capital city. I was not prepared to bother my head over the return trip and as far as I was concerned ‘I shall cross the bridge when I get there for now the most important thing is to obtain, complete, and submit the NDA short service form’.
As we travelled through shagamu and Ore I forgot I was standing and went into hallucination and saw myself doing well at the NDA interview and eventually offered admission into the academy in Kaduna for the six month short service course …… I passed out as one of the best cadet officers and was posted to the Apapa garrison command where I further learned the military artistry.
After 3 months as a fresh army officer graduate from the NDA we were all given N800, 000 loans to settle down and get a house privately as our flats in the army barracks were under renovation. We were each given the keys to a Volkswagen Jetta car. As 2nd Lieutenant officers the army could not afford to see us disrespected in the free Molue and Danfo buses in Lagos like the ordinary Corporal or Sergeant recruits. After 2 years I became a full Lieutenant, in five years I was promoted to the rank of a captain and in just 7 years an army Major rank was fastened to my shoulder by my commanding officer and I was immediately named the new garrison commander. After putting ten meritorious serving in the Army with frequent trips to Australia, Germany, and America for military training my commanding officer put my name forward to the Chief of Army staff for promotion to the rank of a Major General and suddenly the ‘bust’ driver shouted “we go soon reach Ajaokuta, everybody make una lie down. Na dia armed robbers road block always dey, I go fire pass for high speed, if you remain standing na your own wahala be that ooh”. I was very angry that the driver did not allow me to receive the next rank which may have shot me into the political arena of the country and put my name in the history book when I suddenly realised that I was standing and a potential target for the merciless armed robbers. I looked down and between my legs were two commuters, by this time there were two layers of people already on the floor. It was either I joined to start the third layer or remain standing to face the armed robbers fire force, this time in a real life situation, perhaps the bravery might usher me fast into a career in the army.
When I got to the Army headquarters in Abuja I was able to obtain the form for free. I completed the form and returned it for submission the next day and as I walked out of the army office a corporal approached me and asked if I truly wanted to join the army as a cadet. I looked at him and thought of what would happen to me if I should give him the answer to his foolish question, I calmed down and nodded gently. He asked, “Do you know a major general or know someone who knows any military officer from the rank of a major general or equivalent?” I said no. He laughed and said “that ya form no go reach Kaduna”. Immediately I knew what he meant, he offered to help me but that I must raise N27, 000 in 48hours for his colleague who could talk to a major general that can include my name in his annual NDA quota. I did not take the bait not because I did want to but simply because I couldn’t possibly raise the money. As I walked back to where I was putting up in Abuja I ran into an old friend who advised that a stamped Royal letter from the Obaro of Kabba to Navy Admiral Ajayi who is an indigene of Kabba will get me into the academy. I still had some change left from the N760, so I took the next bus to Kabba my home town but alas the King’s guard who took my name, father’s name, and grand father’s name came back to me that the Obaro said I should just go to the Admiral and mention that I was from him. I knew that was simply a road block and I understood the message perfectly and walked away more disappointed than I was before making the request ….. and I left in shame.
Those days, most time I do not understand the word ‘No’, so I went to a lesser and third class king, Obajemu of Egbeda, Kabba who was happy to give me a scribbled royal note for the Admiral in Abuja ………………… to be continued

5 comments:

Omodudu said...

Why? update quickly! I'd like to know how this ended. BTW..this is what I consider great blogging.

Omodudu said...

wonder what happened to my first comment..too lazy to retype it. Anyway good job nice story, update soon.

Anonymous said...

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Omodudu said...

do we have to dobale for an update...

Anonymous said...

abeg continue this story, very well told!