WAR: LOVE AND LIFE - Episode 8

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A bamboo Room, KRF Makeshift Camp, 9:12 pm
Solomon was of the idea to go ahead and make love to his wife since she was broken and in tears supposedly for what she had been subjected to in Teneme barracks. He slowly extracted her hold over him, lowered her to the floor and began to undress her. Shirley was completely uninterested in what Solomon was doing. She had her hands over her face crying bitterly. She sat up suddenly from the floor. “Stop. Baby stop,” she said. “I have to tell you this. I just have to tell you the truth,” she added. Solomon was left wondering what was going on especially after he heard he heard Shirley say, “…I just have to tell you the truth.” “So they raped you,” he asked, his heart beating fast. “No. They beat me up and crushed my fingers,” she said showing him her fingers. Solomon had seen those but chose not to talk about them for his own good. He knew he had to ignore that so he would be able to make the right judgment in battle the next day. Being filled with rage might push him to do something stupid which might cost his life or those of his colleagues. He felt hurt deeply as Shirley gave him a graphic detail of what she suffered in the barracks.

The graphic details of her torture in the barracks having given her a soft landing to tell what she had done, she began. “They wanted me to betray you and KRF. When I refused hey did all these to me. They were probably going to kill me for refusing to give you and KRF away when General Masamba came in and asked them to stop. He fooled me. He killed one of his men to give me the impression that he was not behind my torture. When I eventually spoke with him, I found out that he was the one who engineered my abduction. He threatened to kill me and you if I did not accept to feed them with the information they needed about KRF. I didn’t know what to do. He deceived me. I saw things you did. Horrible things you and the KRF did. Burnt villages, women being raped and children being slaughtered. How could you have done things like that Solomon?” she asked, crying.

“Baby frankly, I don’t understand you. I didn’t do any of the things you just mentioned…” “I saw the video. It didn’t seem edited to me. It was a raw footage. I also saw the bombing of the five barrack here in Kilwasi. Masamba used all that slaughter to convince me to help them with some information. He told me you and KRF were dangerous and needed to be stopped. I believed him. I could not believe the carnage I saw. Baby, I am the mole you are looking for. I sent him some information about KRF which I saw in the basement of our house. I was shocked to see them there. You were hiding it from me, where you?” she asked. Solomon could not believe his ears. He could see how Masamba successfully manipulated his wife. 

“I am still here listening to you because I know you are a good woman. It hurts me to think that all those people who died, met their deaths because of the information you passed to General Masamba. He used you. You should have waited to speak with me or Rev. Kato. I don’t know what they showed you there, but whatever it was, was a lie. It was purely designed to deceive you. This is war. Haven’t you heard about propaganda. I and KRF have never invaded villages to kill, maim, rape or burn houses. Congo armed forces do that on regular basis and sadly the villages they raid are Kilwasi villages. As for the information you found in our basement, they are highly sensitive. I did not tell you about them because I was waiting to do so after our honeymoon. As you can see, we should still have been on our honeymoon had this war not started.”

“Stop! Please baby stop!” Shirley cried out amid sobs. “I am very sorry. Please forgive me. I should have believed you. Now my hands have been stained with the blood of the innocent. I have to go tell Rev. Kato and Chuimbo what I did,” she said standing to her feet. Solomon dragged her down and whispered, “There are some KRF fighters out there who will put a bullet in your head the moment they hear you are the mole. You have to leave me to handle this.” “Aren’t you mad at me for what I have done?” “I am, but the reason I have not blown your brains out is that I know who you are. You are a good woman who let herself be manipulated by an evil army general.” His words had come out harder than he meant. Shirley was frozen with fear. She could no longer cry as Solomon’s words rang in her head. “Do you know why I am here, Shirley?” Shirley was scared by that question. It took her a while to give a reply. “I don’t know.”

“There are KRF top guns, former service chiefs in the Congo army, who believe you are the mole. The reason that you are in a position to know the sort of information Masamba used to attack us, the information was released about the time you arrived in Kilwasi and was alone in the house. You were the last known person to have contact with General Masamba. They believe you traded in those information for your release. Are you aware that they were using you to lure me out so they could kill me?” Shirley knelt down, took hold of his feet, begging for forgiveness. “I shouldn’t be here now. The reason they sent me here is to question you to know if you are the mole.” Shirley began to shake. “I will let them take my life for what I have done. I hope that will make them not distrust you.” “Shirley, nobody is going to kill you, at least not now. The plan is to find the mole and use him or her against General Masamba. You are now the most important piece in this war. I think you should also know this, your father also thinks you are the mole.” Shirley felt the ground move under her feet when she heard that.

“Stay here. Please don’t go anywhere, let me go fetch Rev. Kato and Chiumbo,” Solomon said and dashed out of the bamboo made room. Shirley spread herself on the floor, crying and asking God to forgive her. About ten minutes later Solomon returned with Rev. Kato and Chuimbo. Shirley got up from the floor, knelt down and began to plead with them to forgive her. “Shirley, there is no time for that. Such things happen during war. Thank God that we did not suffer as much casualty as we would have. Now Masamba will regret setting this in motion. We want to know, what information did you give to Masamba?” asked Rev. Kato.

Shirley got up and went to a corner of the room and returned with the entire information about KRF which she had found in their basement. The sight of that collection of information left Rev. Kato, Chiumbo and Solomon excited. Shirley could not tell why they got that excited. “Shirley, you have won this war for us. After we retrieved you from the house, we sent in some of our agents to find this information where Solomon said it was. They couldn’t find it. We feared that Congo soldiers who raided the house after we left may have taken it. How much does General Masamba know about what is contained in these documents?” asked an excited Chiumbo. “Very little. I told him about the new camp thinking it was useless. I told him about the recruits designated ‘unofficial’. I had though they were not KRF. Please I am sorry,” she pleaded. “It’s okay, go on,” Solomon encouraged her.

“I told him about the arms movement into Kilwasi from Nzuhni road. I saw it was the least important routes through which KRF get arms. I thought I was doing the right thing. I was only trying to keep him from killing me and Solomon. He swore to me that after shooting me, he would kill him. I had to give him something. He had soldiers on the street watching me,” Shirley said still crying. “Shirley Robinson Solomon, these pieces of information you kept from falling into the hands of General Masamba, has paid for all your sins. As long as I live, no one in KRF will lay a finger on you,” Rev. Kato said. Solomon was so relieved he hugged Shirley firmly. He was still holding her when two KRF agents busted into the room announcing, “General Masamba has been made the new Congo military head of state! He is making a speech right now on television!” All of them stood up and ran out of the room to watch the speech. Now the real war has begun and the people of Kilwasi knew it.

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Uzoma Ujor

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