SEVEN DAYS TO MAKE A MAN … (18+) … Part 1

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This story is written and owned by lucky thompson from the Thompson’s Literal collection. No part should be publish or reproduce by any means without permission from the author.
Introduction into the story
This story seven days makes a man ., is non fictional, its a life story of the author. This story tell about the suffering all in the name of training the author went through before he joined the paramilitary service. A true life event told with extra ordinary style .
A story of pump action don’t miss out!!!


“All hands on deck, code alpha alpha delta, all personnels report to the conference hall immediately without delay…. Failure to comply lands you in the guard room.”
it was the sectional commander {SCC} of my company that was blaring through the alert system. I turn to look at the time , it was 1am, what a f–k, why can’t these people let us have enough rest. It was just 11.30pm that we were all retired from tattoo ,we were told to go and have some Rest. I just ran my hands across my bare head shaved clean with razor blade. Some times this shit always happen and i don’t give a f–k to any SCC or CC, like a man high on weed, i just walk out of my hostel in the training camp to the conference hall………..

“Lucky i hear say the RAN 1st batch recruitment don reach corne o”. Ema broke out with happy glee.
“Guy you seriouse?” i ask him amid doubt, “yes na”, he reply .
“How about the form?”
“E don show o”, he brought out his own application form and showed me. “How much for the form?” I manage to ask am.
“1.5k”,
“ok, na bro later things na” . I told him , and left. “Make me go grab my own form before i lost the chance”.
Joining the paramilitary has become one of my greatest ambition.
What motivated me most was the day that i was coming from some where, it was 6pm but i didn’t notice so i drove my bike pass for the RAN check point. Nai one RAN soldier come stop me give me frog jump. By the time i finish, i no even feel my legs again chai, nai i come vex leap climb my bike. Nai i come shout
“officer make God punish you there”
nai i try to start the bike but e no won start, chai see devil handiwork. As i turn look back i come see the paramilitary guy dey come, omg i don buy big wahala…na so all my body dey shake and sweat as the guy dey approach me with koboko.

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