WAR: LOVE AND LIFE - Episode 9

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KRF Makeshift Camp, 10:18 pm
“Our nation is in a time of crisis. Our president and his wife are dead. There is no doubt that President Imamu Kibwe and his wife were killed by the rascals and secessionists in Kilwasi. As we all know, lives have been lost in the petty war in Kilwasi. Now that I am head of the military government in the Republic of Congo, I will use all the powers within my office to crush the flies in Kilwasi and keep our great nation one indivisible unit. Long live Republic of Congo! Long live one united Republic of Congo!” That was General Masamba giving his first speech as the military leader of the nation. “It is clear that he became president to prosecute this war. Look at his speech. He said nothing about the economy and the problems plaguing the people of Congo. The oil in Kilwasi is his focus,” Rev. Kato pointed out. “But I told you all this before it began. I was with him when he was called and told what to do. Had it not been for Khamisi, they would have killed me in Kuma. Masamba thinks I understood all he said in that hotel room,” Zuri said.

“All the people of Kilwasi will be forever indebted to you, Zuri. Had it not been for you, we would not have seen this coming. When the folklore of our struggle to become a nation is told, you will be in the middle of it,” Solomon said. “I am glad that in spite of the wrong I was doing in that hotel room, God still had mercy on us and allowed me to hear what they were planning. I promised God I will break with my old life once this war began. So, Rev. Kato, I am done with working as a sex worker. Whatever I can do now to help my people, do not hesitate to let me know,” Zuri said stretching her hands toward the reverend. “You have done enough already Zuri. Even if we do not let you do anything more, which we will not do, we are happy with you Zuri,” Chuimbo said. Turning to his colleagues he said, “General Masamba has declared war on us, let us answer him with war!”

Rev. Kato, Kilwasi war generals, Chuimbo and Kilwasi secret service agents all left for a secret conference room to plan the war. Solomon was left out to spend time with his wife. Shirley did not know why Solomon was not invited to the meeting and it bothered her. Moving over to Solomon who was giving instructions over the radio to their fighters camped near Teneme barracks, she whispered, “They do not trust you anymore because of me. You were not invited to that meeting.” Solomon gestured with his hand for her to calm down. Shirley barely could wait. She felt ashamed of herself for her past error; she left the bamboo hall where everyone was and decided to take a walk around the camp. After moving around for like five minutes, her phone buzzed. She had no clue who was calling her. However, her intuition told her the call was from someone working with General Masamba. Willing to make up for her earlier mistake, she picked the call ready to turn the table against them. “Hello, who is this?” she asked. “Shirley Dejen, I am your new contact. General Masamba will no longer have the time to contact you directly from now on. He is now the head of state,” a voice said on the other end of the phone.

“Do you have a name?” “We are at war now, giving out names might be risky. For work purpose you can call me Mr. Green.” “That is fine by me, Mr. Green, is there anything I need to know? How do I reach you with the information you need?” “I will reach you when we need information from you.” “How about my safety? How do I know where you are going to attack before you do? I have to be out of harm’s way to be able to get you the information you need,” Shirley said, hoping to elicit some information from him. “Move closer to Teneme barracks for now. General Masamba is planning a heavy aerial bombardment of Southern Kilwasi tonight. You must get out now.” The sound of the man’s wvoice froze her heart with fear. “How do I leave Southern Kilwasi this night without being suspected? Solomon is dead, I am supposed to be mourning him. You have to send some of your men to get me out!” Shirley said, raising her voice. She was doing her best to squeeze out of Mr. Green as much information as she could.

“Give me some minutes to get in touch with some of our battalions in Southern Kilwasi. They all have been ordered to move out because of the impending bomb raids.” “You know what, General Masamba is mad! So he was going to leave me here to die after I turned against my people to do what he asked me to. If in the next twenty minutes I do not hear from you, I will stop telling you what I know!” “No Shirley, you are important to us. I will do whatever I can to get you out of Southern Kilwasi in the next one hour.” “You had better start.” “Stay by your phone, I will call you back soon.” “I will.” As soon as the call ended, Shirley ran back to the bamboo hall to tell Solomon what she had heard from Mr. Green.

Kilwasi, Teneme Barracks, 10:39 pm
In Teneme barracks, Mr. Green was head over heels in respect to what Shirley had said about Solomon. He was happy to let General Masamba know that he had been killed in the bombing raid earlier in the day. He had no clue Shirley had lied to him. “General, I can confirm that Solomon Jelani is dead in deed. I spoke with Shirley Dejen and she confirmed it,” Mr. Green said excitedly over the phone. “I am glad to hear that. We are going to fly his face on the media by morning to deflate the confidence of other Kilwasi fighters. Did you find out where she is at the moment?” “Yes sir. We triangulated the cell strength on her mobile phone when I spoke with her. She is at the moment in Bereke woods. We believe there must be a KRF camp there.” “I want Bereke woods bombarded tonight!” General Masamba ordered. “Yes sir. I will include it in locations to be bombarded to night. Sir, Shirley asked to be moved away from the woods and out of Southern Kilwasi. I hinted to her that there will be bomb raids tonight. She was scared and asked to be moved out.” There was a momentary pause. General Masamba was pondering the what Mr. Green said. “Did Shirley sound like she is no longer on our side?” he asked.

“No sir. She is still sold out to the mission.” “Okay. Get her out then, and bombard that whole place. So longer as she keeps feeding us with the information we need, it will be worth it to keep her alive.”

KRF Makeshift Camp, 10:43 pm
A few minutes earlier Solomon had been looking for Shirley, wondering where she might have disappeared into. When he saw her running toward him, the look of her face unsettled him. He could tell that something was not right. Shirley took his hand and led him back into the bamboo room where they had been earlier. “General Masamba is going to bombard Southern Kilwasi tonight. He is using the information I gave him earlier. He sees Southern Kilwasi as KRF stronghold,” Shirley said breathlessly. She was happy to bring her husband that information, especially after her error almost led to his death. She knew it would be huge to save many lives using the information she provided. “How did you learn this?” Solomon asked. “A man called me on behalf of General Masamba. He didn’t give me his name, but wants me to refer to him as Mr. Green. He is the officer assigned to stay in touch with me for the pieces of information they hope to get from me about KRF.” “This is huge baby. This piece of information is going to save lives. We have to let the others know.” “Wait baby! I told him that you are dead. I think he believed me. It must mean something to them to have come from me. I also asked to be moved out of Southern Kilwasi. I am hoping you can use me as a bait to capture some of their soldiers to know what they are up. Mr. Green promised to get me out of Southern Kilwasi within the hour.”

Solomon was impressed. He could not believe how much Shirley had learnt since the war began. “You are God’s gift to us to win this war. When they come to take you away we will set an ambush for them. We have to let the others know what is coming… Wait! How long did you speak with Mr. Green?” “About four to five minutes.” “Oh God! No! No! Not again!” Solomon screamed. Shirley was surprised and confused. “What is it baby?” she asked, wondering what she might have done wrong. “They must have triangulated your location using the cell strength on your mobile phone. I believe they know right now that you are in Bereke woods. It won’t be difficult for them to figure out that this place is another camp. They are going to bomb it any moment from now. We have to get everybody out now! Get your stuffs and meet me at the conference room,” Solomon said and dashed out of the bamboo room. Shirley went to the corner where she had some of her personal effects and began to stuff them into her hold-all bag.

KRF Makeshift Camp, The Secret Conference Room, 10:59 pm
Solomon barged into the room, startling everyone inside. “We have to get out of this place now! General Masamba and Congo forces have found out about this camp. Southern Kilwasi will be pounded with bombs tonight. We need to get out now and attack Teneme barracks!” Solomon shouted. The words from his mouth left his comrades stunned. Though they were keen to overwhelm General Masamba and Congo forces, he kept making things harder for them. Without delay, the generals, secret service agents, Chuimbo and Rev. Kato dashed out of the room.


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Uzoma Ujor

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - head of the military government, Republic of Congo, military leader of the nation, war generals, the other end of the phone, Southern, impending bomb raids, triangulated the cell strength, phone, raids tonight, the bamboo room, bomb.
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