WAR: LOVE AND LIFE - Episode 11

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - United Nations had granted, husbands took bullets with smiles on their faces, the tyranny of the Congo republic, jet fighters, General, sent his war planes out to destroy, coverage of the war was on CNN and Aljazeera, people behind the war, Congo soldiers.

Like ants filling out of dry wood, KRF fighters spread and over ran Teneme barracks and many parts of East Kilwasi blowing Congo soldiers apart. It was a battle worthy of a place amongst the best. In southern Kilwasi both KRF fighters and civilians threw themselves into the battle. The remnants of Congo soldiers left behind to finish off what would be left after the aerial attacks on Southern Kilwasi, were no match for them. Across the radio stations in Kilwasi, announcements were being made that United Nations had granted Kilwasi its independence. That was enough motivation for an average Kilwasian to die in battle. Women fought, their children fought and their husbands took bullets with smiles on their faces.

General Masamba and the people of Congo did not envisage that. Sadly, the war which had been planned to be staged in Kilwasi spilled into Congo and spread like wildfire. Kilwasian in Kuma and other cities raised their flags high in defiance to Congo oppression. Weapons long hidden for a day like that were excavated and the land got consumed in bloody fight. Kilwasi service chiefs who had been supervising the war from their hiding places rallied both civilians and Kilwasian in the Congo army against the tyranny of the Congo republic. Those who saw the handwriting on the wall, sought a means to leave Congo, others who saw it as a pet uprising which would soon be crushed, paid heavily for it.

When General Masamba sent his war planes to Kilwasi, there were five Kilwasian jet fighters waiting to welcome them with fire. On the ground, missiles were loaded to blow everything which flies out of the sky. At exactly twenty-five minutes after General Masamba sent his war planes out to destroy KRF fighters in Kilwasi, he got a report that the planes had been destroyed. By 6:00 am the next morning the full coverage of the war was on CNN and Aljazeera. Sadly, for those who had schemed the war for their selfish pecuniary motives, the media focus on the war took Kilwasi slant and unearthed much more than they had hoped to let the public hear about.

Powerful diplomats in America and Europe were pointed at as the people behind the war. To manage the situation and hide the truth, Julien Florian and his colleagues dispatched a high profile assassin from Johannesburg, South Africa, to silence General Masamba and all the Congo war generals who knew about the invasion of Kilwasi and the plan to seize and control the oil wells in Kilwasi for ten years. The assassin arrived in the midst of the war in Congo with a team.

“They are going to kill me and every one of you! They will kill us all to keep the truth from coming out,” General Masamba said to all the war generals with him. “There has to be a way to negotiate with them!” barked one of the generals. “No there is none. They told us from the beginning that if we fail, they will deny us. There is only one way out…” General Masamba paused. On the screen which hung on the wall of the conference room, images of the battle in Kilwasi and Buma streamed in live. From what they could see, it had become much more than the people of Kilwasi fighting for their independence, the other tribes in Congo had teamed up with Kilwasians to demand good governance and for those who killed President Imamu Kibwe and his wife to be brought to justice.

Top corrupt politicians were hacked to death in public, while others were torched alive. Major Military bases in the lands became safe havens for both politicians and military officers who were wanted by the people. “Look at what this has become. We cannot continue to fight KRF. The people see them as heroes now, and our army has become divided. The only way out is to reach out to Solomon Jelani and Rev, Kato and strike a deal with them. I will prefer to be tried for my wrongs in my nation than in Geneva. If we all agree to this and signed it off here, we can reach KRF before evening, sign a deal with them and stop the bloodletting across our lands. We have to take responsibility for being used to destroy our people by the white man,” General Masamba concluded.

While Masamba schemed to save his skin and those with him, a young army officer in Kuma, Major Wekesa, saw the war as his chance to seize power. He began to scheme how to overthrow Masamba and his colleagues. With the help of retired army officers, Major Wekesa deliberately allowed Congo military hardware to fall into the hands of KRF fighters who hand surged into Congo territory. With the army divided and ill equipped, Congo lay bare for the taking.

In a small, oil rich village, in Teneme, East Kilwasi, Shirley took up arms and joined KFR fighters to engage Congo forces who fought their way into a primary school where she was and holed themselves in there for protection. When Solomon heard his wife had joined the war, his heart froze. Landing the jet fighter, he was piloting in Southern Kilwasi, he took Chiumbo and some KRF fighters in a van and headed for Teneme to find the love of his live. “She dreamt of me dying in this war. I think I have understood what she meant. If she dies, I will die! I can’t live without her,” Solomon said, fighting back tears. “Shirley is a brave woman! She is not going to die! If she could survive the torture in Teneme barracks, she will come out of this one!” Chiumbo said loudly to encourage Solomon.

“How did she join the battle down there?! Who gave her a gun?!” Solomon demanded, wishing he was already in Teneme. “From what I was told, when KRF fighters protecting her were attacked in the primary school where they took refuge, she had to fight. No one gave her guns to fight. You know your wife, she will not stand by and watch KRF fighters die,” Chiumbo said. A drop of tear escaped Solomon’s eye and he lowered his head in prayer. “God you saved me from the street through this woman; now save me from destruction by keeping her alive,” Solomon prayed.

In the small, oil rich village, a heavy battle was raging in the primary school where Shirley was. The Kilwasians fighting to defend their land in that part, had found out that the Congo soldiers in their village were different. These ones had been trained to fight to the death and seemed to have advanced military tactics. They had foreign backing and had been helping European and American oil thieves who put them in that village, lift oil illegally out of East Kilwasi. Shirley had accidentally found herself in a war lager than the one she helped win. Drawing strength from the tales she heard about her husband, she held the AK 47 in her hand firmly and squeezed the trigger for a few seconds. Bullets spewed out of the gun nozzle pinning back those Congo soldiers who had overwhelmed the KRF fighters around her. “Go! Go! Go!” she shouted. Two KRF fighters on the ground sprang to their feet to help their injured colleagues who lay helplessly on the ground bleeding to death. Shirley had received some military training in America, but had never been in a real life battle situation. Good for her, she still remembered her drills.

A Congo soldiers crawled on the ground and fired shots at Shirley’s direction. A bullet grazed her shoulder, she yelled in pain and fell back. The Congo soldiers sprang from their hiding and ran toward the classroom where Shirley was. She could hear their heavy boots coming her way. “Get up! Shirley Get up!” she shouted at herself. The first Congo soldier to enter the classroom had his head shattered by bullets. The others who had ran out of their covered tried to run back but the preacher’s daughter was not done with them yet. She rolled closer to the door, pointed her gun at the fleeing soldiers and pulled back the trigger. The soldiers hit the ground screaming like fruits shaken down by a wild wind on a rainy day. The six injured and three healthy KRF fighters finished off what Shirley had missed.

She had saved her small unit. The three KRF fighters who had no injuries lifted her in excitement. Though her shoulder was hurting, she could not help celebrating with her colleagues. Done celebrating, Shirley and her group stepped out of the class rooms where they took cover, bearing the injured ones on their backs one after another. A local boy named Yared arrived with some local fighters only to see that Shirley and her team and overcome the highly trained Congo soldiers. “They have been stealing our oil by night since the war began. I have seen white men with them. They come in helicopters by night. On many occasions our villages have been burnt down by these international oil thieves,” Yared explained to Shirley as she attended to the injured fighters. “We need to get word to Solomon and Rev. Kato that there are hardened Congo soldiers and foreigners in this village,” Shirley said. “All the cell base stations have been destroyed, you cannot reach anyone outside this village. This has been going on for long, Madam,” Yared explained. “How about the local radio station?” she asked. “The white men have taken it.”

Shirley could not figure out how white foreigners could enter Kilwasi, take control of a village and be illegally mining the oil in it. “KRF sent five thousand fighters into Teneme, has no group of fighters entered your village?” she asked. “No madam. The only group who tried before you and these men came here were all killed.” “What is your name boy?” “I am Yared.” “Go through this village and find everybody who can fight and bring them here. We are going to take that radio station and get word out to my husband and all KRF fighters in Teneme. It is sad that we have been killing our Congo brothers while these white men have been lifting our oil.” The boy ran off with three of his colleagues. Shirley gave instructions to the ones who remained. They ran into positions with their guns ready to ward off any invaders.


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Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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