WAR: LOVE AND LIFE - Episode 7

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Kilwasi, KRF Makeshift Camp, 8:24 pm
“Today we lost hundreds of fighters and it was not down to the superior fighting skill of our enemies, it was because of the enemy we have within us. I hate to think that because of this turncoat, we have lost fighters like Solomon Jelani at this stage of the war,” Rev. Kato said to the hundreds of KRF fighters sitting on the bare floor in their secret makeshift camp. “On my way here, I knew the moment we saw military blockades on Nzuhni road that someone had betrayed us. There was no need for General Masamba to move his soldiers to that part of Kilwasi. Someone amongst us told him we are using that route to move in military hardware,” Zuri said. Turning to Khamisi, who was standing next to her, she put her left hand on his shoulder and said, “This is Khamisi, he works for Kilwasi secret service agency. He has something to tell us. He saved me in Kuma, when Masamba sent his dogs after me.” She had arrived to Kilwasi a few hours back with Khamisi.

“A few hours ago, one of our secret service agents in Kuma overheard General Masamba saying they had successfully infiltrated KRF. He is planning to cut us off from our supplies, bomb all our camps and treat us all like common criminals. He believes his mole amongst will win this war for him. Our secret service agents are working hard to find out who the mole is. We have successfully infiltrated the Congo army already and are working our fingers sore to find that mole. Some of the Military chiefs from Kilwasi who have gone into hiding believe the mole is here in Kilwasi and became active about 3:00 pm today. They made their claims based on when General Masamba received the intelligence with which he bombed our hidden camps and went after some of our members. We believe Masamba is still in possession of some vital information and will use by tomorrow. We have to find that mole quickly and use him or her against General Masamba,” Khamisi said.

The camp was hushed to silence with the sudden entrance of Solomon Jelani and a few fighters, about seventy in number. They were looking terrible and bloodied. Rev. Kato and some senior officers ran to meet him and his men. Shirley was sitting in a corner of the camp, battling with guilt over what she had done and wondering how to tell Rev. Kato that she was the mole and that General Masamba had fooled her. She was overjoyed when she saw Solomon and at the same time afraid. She sprang to her feet and ran to meet him. Solomon had been worried about Shirley all the while he was in hiding with fellow KRF fighters. The bombings in in the camp where they were, had left him with the impression that Congo soldiers had gone on a sweep through Kilwasi and may have killed many KRF fighters and their family members.

Though he looked dirty, Shirley did not mind. She hugged him firmly almost throwing him to the ground with the thrust of her body. She grabbed his head and kissed him crying desperately. For a few minutes he sucked at Solomon’s lips passionately. “You are alive!” she said as she removed her lips from his. “Yes, I am. I told you it will take a lot to kill me. I am glad too that you are alive. We have been betrayed. Someone got a hold of some information from us and sent them to the Congo army,” Solomon said. His words left a sharp pain in Shirley’s heart. She dropped her head on Solomon’s chest and began to sob deeply.

“How on earth did you and these fighters manage to escape the bombing raid?” asked Rev. Kato. KRF members were excited. People went jumping about joyfully and hugging each other at the sight of Solomon and the fighters he arrived with. “Someone sent me a text message from Teneme barracks that Congo forces were on their way to raid our secret camp. I don’t know who that is. I had to move the men out as quickly as I could. Because of that tip off, many of us did not die in the bombing raid. By my count, we lost about sixty fighters,” Solomon explained. His words sent the camp into heightened celebrations. “Where are the other surviving fighters?” Chiumbo asked. Solomon looked around and gently moved away from Shirley, giving the impression he did not trust her to say what he had to say in her hearing. She felt a stab of pain in her chest. Pulling Rev. Kato and Chuimbo aside Solomon said in a hushed tone, “They are secretly camped near Teneme barracks. Our plan is to spring a surprise attack on the military base. They think the bombing raid was successful.” “I want to see the number which sent you the text which save our fighters?” asked Rev. Kato. Solomon removed his phone from his pocket and went through his messages. “Here it is,” said showing the number to Rev. Kato and Chuimbo.

“That is the same number which sent me pictures of Shirley when she was being held at Teneme barracks. Whoever he is, he is on our side,” Rev. Kato pointed out. “Has Shirley been questioned?” Solomon asked. “Not yet. The news of the bombing took the wind out of our sails,” replied Chiumbo. “I have to talk to her now to know what happened there and how she got out. We still do not know why she was abducted,” Solomon said. “Go, you are the right man to do that,” said the reverend. Shirley was standing some distance away from them. She was bothered that they were talking in hushed tones. Her heart almost sunk into her stomach in fear. She feared that perhaps she had been found out. Solomon walked over to her, beaming with a smile. She smiled back at him, managing a plastic smile.

While Solomon stepped aside to have a chat with Shirley, Zuri, Khamisi and the others left for a shack which served as an office for a briefing. The spirit in the camp had been lifted by the news that they had not lost as much fighters in the bombing raid as they had thought. “Teneme barracks has to be bombed as quickly as possible. If we do not expedite action in that regard quickly, we are going to be in a mess in a few days. General Masamba has his support from America and the European Union. The acting president is going to step down for him any time soon in a bloodless military coup. The plan is to occupy Kilwasi for a period of ten years, if we let that happen, there might be no one left in Kilwasi before the ten-year period expires. We already have our independence, but some fraudulent Western politicians, diplomats and multinational companies are blocking it from being made public,” Zuri explained.

A bamboo Room, KRF Makeshift Camp, 8:59 pm
“I am glad you made it out of the camp. I have died a thousand times since I heard you were in the camp when it was raided by Congo forces,” Shirley said holding unto Solomon firmly. The seductive feel of her body made Solomon realize that he should actually have been on his honeymoon had the war not broken out. He placed his hands on Shirley’s breasts and squeezed them gently. Moaning tenderly, Shirley tilted her head backward, giving him a better grasp of her boobs. Solomon lowered his head over her boobs and put his mouth over one of them with Shirley’s clothes still on. The feel was far from what Shirley wanted. She reached under her clothe and dragged one of her breasts out for Solomon. He attacked it with zest, biting it gently. Shirley moaned louder than they had planned. The salty taste of the breast reminded him what she had been through the few days she was gone. He restrained himself from taking her at that moment, even though he wanted to desperately.

Shirley did not like his hesitation and so asked, “What is it baby?” “I have been thinking for long and still I have not been able to figure it out. What in God’s world does General Masamba want with you? How did you get out of Teneme barracks?” Shirley had not prepared for that question. The news that he may have died in the bombing raid had left her wallowing in guilt. Her face turned white and her hands began to shake. Tears circled the corners of her eyes and she began to breathe heavily. Solomon’s heart broke on account of her phobic reaction to his question. “They tortured you; I know. If you are not ready to talk about it yet, it is okay. They didn’t rape you, did they?” Solomon asked. Shirley shook her head indicating that they did not. Tears flowed from her eyes as she wondered how to tell Solomon that she was the traitor in their midst. Since afternoon, she had been imagining her hands stained with blood. She blamed herself for those who were slaughtered with the information she gave General Masamba. Worst still, she knew if she did not tell Solomon the truth, many more would die by morning. She grabbed Solomon and began to sob deeply. Solomon hugged her firmly thinking she was crying because of what she went through in Teneme barracks.


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Uzoma Ujor

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