He Was Just a Boy from Makurdi. He Didn't Want to Be a Hero… But He Became One.
He never made it to 20, He never owned a phone, He never wore a birthday crown, His name? Samuel Idoko!
Born in the backroom of a leaking house in Wadata, Makurdi — where poverty was louder than laughter, and silence was often served for dinner.
He was the kind of boy who never raised his voice, never broke the line at the borehole, never stole more than his turn of the evening breeze.
His mother sold akara by the roadside while his father? Gone As a result of Chronic Typhiod.
No coffin. Just a shallow grave and the last ₦2,500 the family ever had.
Samuel dropped out of school in SS2, Not because he failed — but because his younger sister, Ngozi, needed medication. And the family had to choose between books and survival.
He sold his sandals, He sold his school bag, He sold his dream.
At 17, he joined the Nigerian Army.Why?
“At least there… I can eat once a day. And maybe… maybe help Mama rest.”
He didn’t tell her, He couldn’t bear to, She found out… after he was gone.
Samuel passed Depot Zaria with blisters on his feet and psalms on his lips.
They called him “Pastor Soldier” — always holding a nylon-wrapped Bible like it was armor.
His uniform was second-hand, His boots had holes, But his courage was Untouched.
They posted him to the Northeast specifically Konduga. Gwoza. Bama axis , He never flinched, Never cursed, Never cried — at least, not where anyone could see.
July 21st, 2023, while going as part of rescue mission, An IED SSilencd him and they found him six hours later, Still in the front seat, Hands on the wheel but his face burnt beyond recognition and his chest torn open — but the Bible still pressed against it. Not a single page ripped.
He had driven into the ambush… to protect the team behind, He died facing forward.
His mother didn’t get a letter, No knock on the door, No flag, No “sorry for your loss.” Nothing.
It was Lance Corporal Usman, his closest friend, who borrowed money and took two buses just to kneel in front of her and whisper:
“Mama… your son was a lion. He didn’t scream. He didn’t run. He gave his life… for others.” while his colleagues gave complements to the late mother,, she didn’t cry.
She just turned to the akara still burning in the pan behind her and said softly:
“He told me once… if he doesn’t go, who will?”, No newspaper wrote about him, No statue, No compensation from the Nigerian Army of Government. No one even remembered to spell his name right.
Today, the only place Samuel Idoko still lives is in his mother’s evening prayers — and in the extra plate she still sets out by mistake, every single night.
Because sometimes… she forgets.
🕊️ Remember him. For he was just a boy from Makurdi who didn’t want to be a hero… but became one anyway.
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