LETTERS FROM THE WAR FRONT 3 - Jefal — Jefal

Wahala for who no see today. Na divine clarion call we obey. This race is not swift, not relay. All this drama they like play. Hello soldier, over. On the front lines, wetin be update? Ah, Captain, oh, Cap- Captain, oh. It's not over. We still dey here, they pursue the mandate. In no man's land, wetin the mortality rate? Should we send balls to the war from the barracks, abi you don too late? Ah, dead body don surplus. The rain of attacks upon us, e be like say una no dey feel the heat because na they the ministerial seat. Tau, who tell you say we no dey see hell? They can't mute in the way mouth no fit tell. We just don tango enemy shenanigans. That's so one of us join them gang, in sweet sides because of mammon. Yet, na in they preach solidarity for last week sermon. Ah, una no hang am? You don forget? Still for this side, our own we no dey harm. Last, last, the gang come become loophole. In come lose in battalion, so. As per high ranking, na so men fall with in command. Papa, no matter what, no break rank. Stand your ground. Make souls no lose guard on your account. Capital, capital. I no fit cast for any amount. This morale don overshadow my weakness. I could survive even if I was injected by a weak nurse. No worry, infantry they send aid. Abeg, make una send it accessory units, no be fire brigade.