Marching on in Pride of Ego bestowed
Is the parade of man whom never dreamt a day like this,
Repressing quickly the pains that wrought such Victory;
Redressing the gains of newly found History.
Hail to those whom I now represent,
A para-military endowed in the training of Peace.
For in recounts of some thousands flashbacks,
Were some embittered tails and ignorant fight backs,
Before then but now perceived as transformed Combat;
Of Orientation in thoughts, actions and all.
Patiently will I tell my story
Of how newly odd thoughts changed a strangely unique Patriot like Me.
Is it the shocking arrival gift to the Camp,
The Drill of Carrying Bags on the head like Villagers on Transit,
Or the rolling of a White shirt turned brown
As its baptised in muddy waters while tossed;.
Oh yes, its done by a human to another Human,
Sought in Pleasure of large numbers of new comers.
Such was the deal that seems to be the drill,
Of expectant hope dashed in escapades of quick lightening.
I thought to be welcomed a fresh incoming cadet,
But to my dismay, behold a dirty bloody civilian;
To my deepest regret I felt I’m in the wrong place,
Though unknown to me this is a welcome gift.
Or was it another bizzare encounter,
A sound of trumpet commanding a thundering rush.
Out came all in white over blue clothings with socks and canvass;
Dare to dodge in the midst of them struggling in the push,
To be the first to arrive only to sit on your buttocks.
Pin your nyash, as its called in groups of three columns,
The standard procedure of how to meet in every call.
Most times unknown is the reason behind the call,
Surprising still the number of times to attend to such,
For it may be for Parade, Lecture or Tattoo;
Still one deserves to answer whenever its blown.
Of all the three reasons behind the reason of Call,
Parade is the mostly done exercise that was ever known.
A reason no Cadet or Officer may deny,
That Marching though of its own accords high repute.
Taught extensively above the rest like one who prays daily;
And more reasons too many to fetch.
We learned from scratch to finish how its done,
No matter tiring our bodies at first till our feet went sore.
Yet again is another reason of precedence,
The tattoo of which I can’t trace why its called so.
Described when all gathers to sing unrelentlessly,
Songs of Jungle experience and untraced lyrics.
Held every night and sometimes in the wee hours
Thus denying me from sleep irrespective of its reoccurence.
Then came the Lecture, the silently occurring program,
Scheduled at its due time like one assembled in a classroom.
Various topics of different issues discussed as well interactive;
From technical Professionals and learned Experts.
I thought I could learn dozens of lessons from them.
Unknown to me and my colleagues, such moments were quickly forgotten.
Those were the chiefly things that went by
Ad mist some lucrative things to animate the training.
That ran the course of a full months
With Breaks and change of location across its path;
It began like the day of the end should quickly come,
As the reverse is what I can’t describe is the karma I pray.
For the odd thoughts poured from my being,
The clashing of negative mood beating hard;
Wishing I waited for the end of the training.
Not knowing I was in the wrong build of formation,
For unknown came my deliverance and gradual departure,
Of Change into likeness of all its acts.
Days came speeding to weeks,
Gladly attuned to the training wrought,
Wishing the days counted backwards,
As I begged each day for its amends;
Though reverted can’t bring my mess so much
With the struggle and energy of today’s lot.
So friends I stand to gain after my blind anguish,
The training of so little compared to the course it goes
That in a month, these virtues of learning so much is taught;
Should it be in uninterrupted may end in six.
Ever grateful wells from me and my trainers’ commitment,
I’m a Peace Patriot, O world behold me as such!
A Publication of Onyeador Anthony for Uniquely Mustered