Panshak
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Panshak
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Cybersecurity Enthusiast, Cloud Savvy... *Stay Hungry*...😎😎
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I’m still trying to plan this trip to Nigeria. I was just quoted $80,000 for a two-person security detail to travel with me for two weeks. Should I just hire security in Nigeria?
I’m still trying to plan this trip to Nigeria. I was just quoted $80,000 for a two-person security detail to travel with me for two weeks. Should I just hire security in Nigeria?
200 Naira orange at the railway market. Makurdi.
🫂🇳🇬THE NIGHT WAR COULDN'T TAKE SF BELLO It was past midnight when the first explosion shattered the silence. The ground trembled. Bullets sliced through the darkness. We scrambled out of our positions half-awake, half-alive, driven by instinct and training. That's when I saw Bello. My friend. My course mate. The one who laughed loudest, even when rations were low and days were long. "Stay low!" I shouted. But the battlefield doesn't listen. The first bullet hit him hard. He staggered but didn't fall. The second tore through his side. The third struck, and Bello collapsed beside the sandbags, his rifle slipping from his grip. For a second, everything went silent. Like war itself paused to watch him fall. But we didn't have the luxury of grief. The enemies were closing in. Our position was almost overrun. A few of us dragged Bello across the blood-soaked ground heavy with weight, heavier with fear that he might already be gone. We found a shallow trench, barely enough to conceal a man. Without thinking, we lowered him in. "Bello… stay with me," I whispered, pressing my hand against his wounds, feeling warm blood slip through my fingers. His lips moved faintly. No words. Just breath. We had to leave him there. That decision will haunt me forever. We fell back. Regrouped. Fought to stay alive. By the time reinforcements arrived and the gunfire faded, the battlefield was unrecognizable burnt, broken, littered with dreams. We searched for him. Through ruins. Through bodies. Through every trench and shadow. Nothing. For three days, we carried the weight of guilt, replaying that moment wondering if we had left him to die alone. On the third day, we went back. Not because we had hope. Because we couldn't live with not knowing what had happened to him. We found him where we left him. Still in that trench. Still breathing. Barely. His body was weak. His uniform stiff with dried blood. His eyes sunken. But when we called his name, he responded. A faint movement. A miracle wrapped in pain. Bello had survived three days of bleeding… alone… in silence… surrounded by death. We carried him out like something sacred. Because at that moment, he was more than a soldier. He was proof that even in the darkest corners of war, life can still choose to fight. Today, Bello lives. Stronger. Scarred. But alive. He serves with pride in the 29 Battalion a living testimony that death does not always get the final say. War will take many things: friends, peace, sleep, sometimes parts of yourself. But every once in a while, it gives something back. For me, that something is Bello. D devil has no power over your life, SF BELLO. #ThankASoldier #ForGodAndCountryAlways #GodBlessEverySoldier #LongLive9jaHeroes
Men, write that will make you happy in the comments. A man will meet you at the point of your needs. Let's go 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽
We saw soldiers cutting this boys hair with knife. This baba in the car now said you people are doing well! Ku yanka da kyau. We’ve descended on him to explain how that is their job and he’s finally silent. This is the same Mangu Halle that faced security challenges the other day o! How’s a young boys hair your problem!?
