*CONGRATULATIONS TO US ON OUR POP*
PARTING FOR PEACE; THE TEARS OF DEPARTURE.
How joyous is it when the year long dream finally comes to reality? How enthusiastic is it when the sailor finally reaches the shore after many stormy voyages on the sea of life? How excited is it when the hunter finally gets home after the darkest night toiling with his life in the hands of the god of death? How on high spirit is the fisherman when he finally reaches the shore with net breaking species of fish?
Indeed, it was a time with the mixture of ups and downs; hope and despair; a time of winter and spring; seasons of rain and harmattan; a time of joy and sorrow; a time of happiness and sadness; a time of success and failure; a time of merry sounds and mourning sounds; a time of best and worst; a time of weeping and laughter; a time of suspense and relief; a time of dark hours and light hours; a time of days and nights; a time of sin and holiness; a time of temptation and triumph.
A time so bothersome and burdensome; a time so tiresome and wearisome. A time so tempestuous and stormy. A time of pain. A time of tears. A time of being moody. A time of sunshine. A time of cold. A time of rain. A time of harmattan. A time of sowing. A time of groaning. A time of suspense. A time of fiction. A time of faction. A time of painful tales. A time of sorrowful moments. A time of pessimism. A time of solitariness. A time of being forlorn. A time of mistake.
A time of goodness. A time of joy. A time of happiness. A time of relief. A time of merriment. A time of party. A time of optimism. A time of winning. A time of triumph. A time of celebration. A time of jubilation. A time of beautiful mien. A time of sweet memory. A time of enjoyment. A time of jollification. A time of victory. A time of melodic songs. A time of Perfection. A time of correction. A time of improvement. A time of edification. A time of forwardness. A time of thankfulness. A time of splendour. A time of feast. A time of radiance.
Of all times seen and experienced; it is on a high note we say, *'we came; saw and conquered.*
Tell me what has a beginning that does not have an end. Every story I have come across is of a beginning and an end. Once a prologue precedes a text or story, of a truth, an epilogue will certainly come afterwards denoting an end point. *NYSC BATCH C STREAM 1 CORP MEMBERS* has *FINALLY COME TO THE END* of our service to *OUR FATHER LAND.*
It is like a story. Indeed, taking a flashback at some events of the past will exhume some moments that will tear up the heart and render the eyes to tears.
In all, we have met new faces, kept new friends, started and broken relationships for reasons best known to us. Going through the huddles of morning parades, SAED lectures and training, Inter Platoon Competitions, Carnival, receiving our posting letter to our various PPA with varying joys and disappointments, PPA issues, contact with the new environment, CDS meetings, clearances and many more. *NOW WE CAN SAY WE ARE MORE THAN CONQUERORS THROUGH ALLAH THAT LOVED US.*
Many of us will stand flowing in joyful tears beholding the departure of *TRUE FRIENDS* kept for the past year. I look into all the faces I have met and seen; played with and spoken with; greeted and being together with, that finally we have to say *BYE-BYE* though not yet .....GOODBYE. Hmmmmmm...
Shall we still really meet again? When my heart lingers in quest and question; in thirst of my best friends and loved ones, those we have done this journey together for peace and war, where will I find them?
My friends and loved ones, leaving is indeed painful, I must confess, I confess my love for you all. I wonder if memory can capture all that had transpired among us. Can I still remember all that had happened? You have indeed been wonderful and meritorious. You are great!
*BAUCHI STATE 2018 BATCH C STREAM 1 CORP MEMBERS, you have been a wonder set. Indeed, *WE ARE THE UNSTOPPABLE GENERATION.* Take it or leave, we are going out to break and make records. We are unstoppable.
Tears roll down my cheeks as we depart. Leaving you all is painful. It is heavy on my heart. It is like a cross met to be carried. My heartbeat increases its tempo as I must leave my loved ones. *POTISKUM Corp Members, FRS CDS group members,* I love you. I will really miss you.all.
my platoon 10 members, Dambam local government members and all. Leaving is not easy but, I must.
Never be discouraged to face the future. Never leave a stone unturned. Never allow opportunities pass you by. Never allow situations and circumstances depress you. Always stay positive and be mindful that you are born for greatness. Be conscious of the fact that we all are meeting at the top. I am confident that the same Allah who has kept us this far never sleep nor slumber. He will perfect all that concerns us.
Hmmm... 'Twenty children cannot live together for twenty years', the elders say. Now I know. Bye bye. Don't say goodbye. *I LOVE YOU ALL.*
#i am Ibrahim Musa Baba*
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How joyous is it when the year long dream finally comes to reality? How enthusiastic is it when the sailor finally reaches the shore after many stormy voyages on the sea of life? How excited is it when the hunter finally gets home after the darkest night toiling with his life in the hands of the god of death? How on high spirit is the fisherman when he finally reaches the shore with net breaking species of fish?
Indeed, it was a time with the mixture of ups and downs; hope and despair; a time of winter and spring; seasons of rain and harmattan; a time of joy and sorrow; a time of happiness and sadness; a time of success and failure; a time of merry sounds and mourning sounds; a time of best and worst; a time of weeping and laughter; a time of suspense and relief; a time of dark hours and light hours; a time of days and nights; a time of sin and holiness; a time of temptation and triumph.
A time so bothersome and burdensome; a time so tiresome and wearisome. A time so tempestuous and stormy. A time of pain. A time of tears. A time of being moody. A time of sunshine. A time of cold. A time of rain. A time of harmattan. A time of sowing. A time of groaning. A time of suspense. A time of fiction. A time of faction. A time of painful tales. A time of sorrowful moments. A time of pessimism. A time of solitariness. A time of being forlorn. A time of mistake.
A time of goodness. A time of joy. A time of happiness. A time of relief. A time of merriment. A time of party. A time of optimism. A time of winning. A time of triumph. A time of celebration. A time of jubilation. A time of beautiful mien. A time of sweet memory. A time of enjoyment. A time of jollification. A time of victory. A time of melodic songs. A time of Perfection. A time of correction. A time of improvement. A time of edification. A time of forwardness. A time of thankfulness. A time of splendour. A time of feast. A time of radiance.
Of all times seen and experienced; it is on a high note we say, *'we came; saw and conquered.*
Tell me what has a beginning that does not have an end. Every story I have come across is of a beginning and an end. Once a prologue precedes a text or story, of a truth, an epilogue will certainly come afterwards denoting an end point. *NYSC BATCH C STREAM 1 CORP MEMBERS* has *FINALLY COME TO THE END* of our service to *OUR FATHER LAND.*
It is like a story. Indeed, taking a flashback at some events of the past will exhume some moments that will tear up the heart and render the eyes to tears.
In all, we have met new faces, kept new friends, started and broken relationships for reasons best known to us. Going through the huddles of morning parades, SAED lectures and training, Inter Platoon Competitions, Carnival, receiving our posting letter to our various PPA with varying joys and disappointments, PPA issues, contact with the new environment, CDS meetings, clearances and many more. *NOW WE CAN SAY WE ARE MORE THAN CONQUERORS THROUGH ALLAH THAT LOVED US.*
Many of us will stand flowing in joyful tears beholding the departure of *TRUE FRIENDS* kept for the past year. I look into all the faces I have met and seen; played with and spoken with; greeted and being together with, that finally we have to say *BYE-BYE* though not yet .....GOODBYE. Hmmmmmm...
Shall we still really meet again? When my heart lingers in quest and question; in thirst of my best friends and loved ones, those we have done this journey together for peace and war, where will I find them?
My friends and loved ones, leaving is indeed painful, I must confess, I confess my love for you all. I wonder if memory can capture all that had transpired among us. Can I still remember all that had happened? You have indeed been wonderful and meritorious. You are great!
*BAUCHI STATE 2018 BATCH C STREAM 1 CORP MEMBERS, you have been a wonder set. Indeed, *WE ARE THE UNSTOPPABLE GENERATION.* Take it or leave, we are going out to break and make records. We are unstoppable.
Tears roll down my cheeks as we depart. Leaving you all is painful. It is heavy on my heart. It is like a cross met to be carried. My heartbeat increases its tempo as I must leave my loved ones. *POTISKUM Corp Members, FRS CDS group members,* I love you. I will really miss you.all.
my platoon 10 members, Dambam local government members and all. Leaving is not easy but, I must.
Never be discouraged to face the future. Never leave a stone unturned. Never allow opportunities pass you by. Never allow situations and circumstances depress you. Always stay positive and be mindful that you are born for greatness. Be conscious of the fact that we all are meeting at the top. I am confident that the same Allah who has kept us this far never sleep nor slumber. He will perfect all that concerns us.
Hmmm... 'Twenty children cannot live together for twenty years', the elders say. Now I know. Bye bye. Don't say goodbye. *I LOVE YOU ALL.*
#i am Ibrahim Musa Baba*
08030992125
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