"Stone heart, machine guns; fired at the ones who run..." TITANIUM has to be my favorite "SIA's" song at the moment- I could relate to it!
"Depression"- is one of the stages of grief; and I think I might just be at it's peak.
To weep; they say "makes less the depth of grief"
Do I need to take a week off to weep? I feel so much pain but more of anger- for who though? I need, first- to know who this traitor is and give him death worse than he made me witness. From my tune of speech- it is clear that I do not care about how this ends. I am out for vengeance- " because he who loves to see blood, must bleed", of this I know am not an exception.
" Blow wind! Come wrack!
At least Ibrahim died with harness on his back!".
Zero dark thirty- we were out for early drills and believe me when I say it was no fun!
DAILY CHANTS
Commander: Are you good to go?
Recruits Response: Good to go , good to go sir!
Commander: How is your morale?
Recruits Response: High
Commander: Morale
Recruits Response: High
MORALE SONGS
Song one
Commander: mama no Dey ooo, papa no Dey ooo
If you want to fire me, fire make I die, I will never run away from this army.
Recruits response: mama no Dey ooo, papa no Dey ooo
If you want to fire me, fire make I die, I will never run away from this army.
Song two
Commander: Today today, tomorrow no dey- if I die today... I will die no more.
Recruits response: Today today, tomorrow no dey- if I die today... I will die no more.
Most of the soldiers sang with tears in their eyes, others sang with evident pain in their voices and display... but in all, non of us regretted where we were or how we got there.
It looks like I've lost both my friends; Ibrahim is dead while Tobi- well...Tobi, we haven't spoken since after my yesterday's malfunction. I don't blame him or anyone- if I were him, I also wouldn't be associated with me anymore.
"Willow, concentrate" Tobi tapped on my shoulder.
"Sure, sure... thanks" I said to Tobi with a smile, which am sure he figured was forced.
I was completely surprised that he spoke to me.
Maybe I just needed to apologize to him once again.
The morning drills were over,
It was time for the salute,
Salute and cheers to our hero's who passed on yesterday. After which, we sang the National anthem and stood still while the biggle blew Nigeria to wake at 6:00am! After which another biggle was blown for chow.
I searched for Tobi immediately after the drills dismissal,
"Finally" I said to myself. I spotted him walking towards the chow hall and so... I ran after him.
"Hey, hey.. hold on please" I said to Tobi- panting heavily after jogging towards him with my injured leg.
"Look, about yesterday- that shouldn't have happened; it just didn't feel like me... nothing felt normal to me. I am sorry, I have betrayed your trust- I know, and there's no way an apology would fix what I have done. I am sorry...again." I said facing my head down.
"No, we don't need this. Rather it's I who should apologize. I was selfish, even though I knew deep within me that Ibrahim would have received a million bullets for me... but, I just stood there. Am sorry I made you chicken out." Said Tobi
"Chicken out?" I asked, laughing at Tobi.
"Bro you saved my life, plus- I've thought about it and there was honestly no way I would have made it in time to save Ibrahim. I owe you more than just a sorry I owe you a thank you too." I said to Tobi who was now smiling at me.
"Hey- I just hope we're good now. Are we?" I asked
" yes- why not, you know you'll always be my guy, Abobi. Make we go chow abeg, my belle Dey tumble" said Tobi as he placed his right arm on my shoulder and mimicked my limping walking steps.
"Stop it" I said while laughing.
Tobi has always had his jokes somewhere in his sleeves.
CHAPTER END.
🥹😩❤️ I forgive Willow and so has Tobi.
Writing this chapter brought to my remembrance all my friends whom I have lost through death over the years.
It's painful, yes... but at least
"BLOW WIND! COME WRACK!
They died with harness on their backs"
RIP to our heroes/ soldiers who died protecting us, it's never easy protecting someone else's life when you've got yours too.
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