It all happened in one day. One day you could choose your tee time at the best golf course in the country; the next he couldn’t even be the caddy. One day he would be traveling across the country on the Learjet to see the heavyweight fight at the Las Vegas Mirage. The next he couldn’t afford a city bus across town.

Talk about calm turning to chaos…

The first thing to go is his empire. The market crashes; your assets fall. What is liquid dries up. What has been up goes down. Stocks stagnate and Job goes bankrupt. There he is sitting in his leather chair next to his soon-to-be-auctioned mahogany desk when the phone rings with the news of calamity number two: the children were at a resort for the holidays when a storm blew up and swept them away. she. .

Shocked and stunned, Job looks out the window at a sky that seems to be darkening by the minute. He begins to pray, telling God that things can’t get any worse… and that’s exactly what happens. He feels a pain in his chest that is more than last night’s ravioli. The next thing he knows, he’s bouncing around in an ambulance with wires attached to his chest and needles stuck in his arm.

He ends up strapped to a heart monitor in a hospital room, his only companion being the beeps and alerts of medical machines.

It’s not, however, that Job lacks conversation.

First is his wife. Who could blame her for being upset after the week’s calamities? Who could blame her for telling Job to curse God? But curse God and die? If Job hasn’t already felt abandoned, he knows he does the moment his wife tells him to tune out and be done with it.

Then there are his friends. They have the bedside attitude of a drill sergeant and the compassion of a chainsaw killer. A revised version of his theology might read like this: “Boy, you must have done something really bad! We know that God is good, so if bad things are happening to you, then you have been bad. Period.”

Does Job take that lying down? Is not difficult.

“I am not a bad man,” Job argues. “I paid my taxes. I am active in civic duties. I am a major contributor to the United Way and a volunteer at the hospital bazaar.”

Job is, in their eyes, a good man. And a good man, he reasons himself, deserves a good answer.

Job reminds me of Nigerian security personnel, in whatever uniform, and service to the nation, Job’s life echoes it, a group of people who deserve our praise, our compassion and more, and despite the bad balls between them. How do we really treat them, in this year’s edition? remembrance daydo we remember them?

Nigerians are short melters, learn slowly and forget very quickly, we are never obsessed with any real problem, we never remember or choose to completely forget, a country of scattered rains, no staying power, to overcome a problem or go through substance , we lack the strength or determination to press on until we get to the end of any matter. It’s all about one narrow inclination or another. And let me state again a town that greater in lesser and vice versa…

Our case like, “Mocking bird, they accuse you of insulting the king.” He asked when he would have time to insult the king, since he had to sing two hundred songs in the morning, two hundred in the afternoon and two hundred at night, mixing it all with some playful notes.

In a report on November 22, 2018, the Reuters news agency, citing sources, said that the militants killed around 100 Nigerian soldiers in an attack on a military base. The insurgents attacked the base in the town of Metele in the northeastern state of Borno, the epicenter of a revolt by Boko Haram and its Islamic State splinter group.

Four years earlier, it was Kabiru, and this time it was Lieutenant Colonel Sakaba and other brave soldiers. And this January 2023, twelve security personnel (7 civilian defenders) paid the price at the Kuriga mining site in the Birnin Gwari LGA of Kaduna state.

Before I go far, let me say that in all battles and war fronts, the Nigerian armed forces, the police (who are absent these days), the Department of State Security, civilian defenders, prison officers and other security personnel have been compromised. There are moles, double agents, etc., so a difficult task is made even more difficult.

As these men are murdered, their children are left without a father, the loving wives are widowed, the parents lose their children. The pain of families, the nation is losing humanity, but we care less, choosing to focus on the irrational, feisty hate shop of a “general election.” I remember when Colonel Salisu was assassinated, being a Muslim, on his phone the status said: The creator of the heavens and the earth. When he decrees an affair. He just tells her. “Being-and is”. If only we knew this singular fact.

Men who were already weary, spending countless days in combat uniform. We could say they signed it, but these are the heart of our security apparatus that is cut at its best.

Strange, dare I say, for many of us have never met these fine knights, soldiers, and officers. We just don’t care much.

Many of these men loved their jobs and loved the nation. They have paid the final price, Muslims, Christians, even pagans… they died so that you and I who are reading this can live.

I have had an opportunity to see how badly armed these men and officers are. Yet they continue to struggle, we have poor allocation issues; we have reported delays of years before benefits are paid to the families of deceased officers. Since it was ala-Jona, not much has changed with the Buhari era, and the next, and the next…

It is quite sad that, amidst all these murders, Nigerians are fighting each other over religious and ethnic issues. Like the nightingale making unnecessary noise and excuses.

I would end with these words on marble from the late Alh. Nurudeen Lemu, Supreme Council for Islamic Affairs “Every ethnic group is an oppressed minority somewhere. Every group is a religious and ethnic minority somewhere. Every majority or settler is an indigenous person somewhere. In a way, we are all settlers; we just don’t remember where we came from or why we came. But ultimately, we are all visitors to this planet, we come from God and we return to Him”.

Once again, “On behalf of a grateful nation, the family of all those guards who were killed during the prison breaks, the DSS officers who were killed years ago in Nasarawa, that guy who was killed in Niger, the ones who were killed in Taraba, Col. Kabiru, Lt. Col. Sakaba, Civil Defense personnel and all our brave troops who lost their lives in the line of duty, service to the nation and protecting the people of Nigeria – please accept our deepest and most Sincere condolences and know that the entire nation stands with you in this dark hour and that we will never forget the honorable and faithful service of your loved one. Thank you… for your efforts, time will tell.