WAR: LOVE AND LIFE - Episode 12

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - villagers armed to the teeth, radio station, some white foreigners, American seals or EU special forces, KRF fighters, The grenades were Russian made, President, Johannesburg, South Africa, the press center, The assassin, building, military trucks, The foreign soldiers.

The Small Oil Rich Village, Teneme, East Kilwasi
Shirley led a rag tag army of about a hundred and ten villagers armed to the teeth to the radio station which was being held by some white foreigners. At a distance she and her army made a stop. She was being careful not to expose their clandestine attack. On the telescope, she scanned the radio station. Her heart sunk into her stomach when she spotted some white armed soldiers guarding the station. The sight of armed military trucks inside the station suggested to her that those white oil thieves meant business. She was really afraid. Gosh! These white soldiers could be American seals or EU special forces, she thought. “I think they are hiding something in the radio station. They move out only by night and return before morning. Every night a helicopter lands in the station. I think they are stealing much more than oil,” Yared said.

“There are white soldiers inside the premises of the radio station. This is bigger than we thought!” Shirley said, slightly giving away her fears. “What are we to do then?” asked one of the three KRF fighters fit enough to join the mission. “We will need more fighters and a good strategy. The white soldiers inside the radio station could be special forces from either America or Europe, we have to be careful,” Shirley cautioned. “This is our village; we know it inside out. I believe we can beat them!” Yared encouraged them. “We don’t know how strong they are yet. The only way is to find out first. How many grenades do we have?” she asked. “A few hundreds,” replied Yared. “We have enough then. We are going to fire a few into the station and watch to see how they handle it. We will fire them from different locations, that will give them the impression we are much more in number,” Shirley said, scheming how to deal with the situation.

The grenades were Russian made and came with launchers with which they could be fired at opposition targets. Dispatching her fighters to positions from which to launch their attacks, she waited, studying her targets on the telescope. Then she spotted a surprise, the soldier General Masamba had shot in Teneme barracks came out of one of the buildings in the company of former president Imamu Kibwe’s brother. Shirley took her eyes away, squinted a few times and put them back on the telescope. The persons didn’t change. She had seen right. “Whatever was going on in there must have started when President Imamu Kibwe was alive. And that soldier who tortured me in Teneme barracks, how is it he is still alive? Masamba shot him in my face!” she said aloud.

Kuma, Press Center, The presidential Villa
Major Wekesa and six soldiers entered the press center and sat down. They had arrived with a battalion of soldiers to execute a coup and bring down General Masamba. Masamba and some of the generals were seated ready to address the nation and all warring factions. The assassin from Johannesburg, South Africa and two of his aides walked in, dressed like soldiers. The assassin sat down for about two minutes and stood up to go use the restroom.

The Restroom
“Hello Sir. General Masamba is going to give a speech concerning the war in Congo, in a few minutes’ time,” the assassin said, his Zulu accent very thick. “I don’t want the world to hear what he has to say. I want him dead before he can utter a word! Kill him now!” Julien Florian ordered. “But sir, that will be suicide. This place is filled with Congo soldiers.” “Then blow up the press center! Don’t let him speak a word!” Julien Florian barked. “Okay sir,” replied the assassin. He dropped the call and let himself out of the restroom.

The Press Center
When he rejoined his aides, he whispered something to them. The three of them stood up and left the press center. Major Wekesa took notice of the assassin; there was something about his movement he did not like. He stood up and followed him. When he stepped outside the press center he could not find the assassin nor his two aids. “They could not just have vanished,” he said to himself. He hurriedly placed a call to his men inside the press center building, “Hello, get out of there now! I think something else is going on here. Maybe Masamba has heard about the coup. Get out now!” He dropped the call, placed his hand firmly on his gun and headed toward the parking lot. Then he noticed something very odd, but he had no chance to stop it.

Three military trucks drove from the parking lot, heading toward the press center building at stunning speed. He hid behind a car and pulled out his gun. He needed not to be told what was going to happen, the press center building was going to be blown up. All he could do was fire a few shots at one of the trucks, raising alarm. His men were unlucky, they had hardly stepped out of the building when the trucks reached the building and detonated the bombs inside them. The heavy explosions leveled the press center building, the other structures around it and sent cars parked far away from it into the sky. In the bomb attacks, thousands of soldiers, press men and diplomats died. There were explosions in the presidential villa for about thirty minutes. The nation was left stunned by what had happened. Even Major Wekesa, who took cover in the parking lot was not spared.

The Small Oil Rich Village, Teneme, East Kilwasi
It was a surprise, swift attack. From three angles, several grenades were fired into the radio station. The explosions sent soldiers, both white and black running in all directions. Shirley had changed her mind about the number of grenades she wanted fired into the station. The sight of the man who tortured her in Teneme barracks her given the shot in the arm she needed. For about ten minutes all Shirley and her fighters did was fire grenades into the radio station. The soldiers inside were forced to come out. Sadly, for them, they met no one outside. The foreign soldiers had to advance some distance away from the radio station before Shirley and her fighters sprang from their hiding. There was no fashion to her tactics, it was pure guerilla war approach. With heavy fire coming from all sides, the foreign soldiers had little chance of showing what they were made of. The best they could do was try to move back into the station and Shirley was counting on that. As the soldiers drew back. Shirley and her fighters pushed them hard with heavy fire. After about two hours of heavy fighting, Shirley and her group took the radio station. Sadly, for her, it came at a heavy cost. Fifty of her fighters lost their lives in the battle. The foreign soldiers had tried their best to destroy some equipment in the station to stop Shirley from reaching KRF fighters in Teneme and beyond. Inside the station they found boxes of diamonds, Yared was right, those white thieves had stealing much more than oil.

President Imamu Kibwe’s brother and three white soldiers were caught alive. The soldier who tortured Shirley was found inside the station with his head blown wide open. Shirley had to force the white soldiers to fix some of the equipment. About 6: 00 pm in the evening, Shirley made her first announcement over the radio. By the next day, Solomon and thousands of KRF fighters stormed the small village. They made their way down to the oil wells which were being illegally mined and slaughtered all the white oil thieves and their local helps.

After quizzing Imamu’s brother, Solomon and the KRF found out that President Imamu Kibwe and his wife were behind the illegal oil mining in that village.

Back in Kuma, Major Berhanu seized power in collaboration with some retired army Generals. His first assignment in office was to declare the independence of Kilwasi. He further showed how much he loved Kilwasians by giving them thirty billion dollars for rebuilding their nation which was torn by war.

Three Months Later, Lamu Island
The sky was filled with stars. Cold breeze from the ocean caressed their bodies. On the white sandy beach, they lay giggling happily. “I died a thousand times looking for. Thoughts of all kinds surged through my mind. I don’t cry, never! But looking for you through all parts of Teneme filled my eyes with tear and my heart with cries. If you pull that sort of stunt again, I will kill myself, I swear,” Solomon said laughing. Shirley put her head on his chest and began to kiss him. Removing her lips from his, she said, “I didn’t mean to scare you. They were killing KRF fighters around me, I had to do something…” Shirley tried to explain. “And somehow the soldier in you came out and you forgot you have a husband,” Solomon interjected. She reached for his boxer shorts and pulled it off, rising to her feet, she yanked off her bra and pant, running toward the shallow end of the ocean, she dived in. Solomon ran after her and dived into the water looking for her. From behind Shirley grabbed him and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. Solomon got the message, she had told him about making love in the water and that was their moment.

Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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WAR: LOVE AND LIFE - Episode 12
Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - villagers armed to the teeth, radio station, some white foreigners, American seals or EU special forces, KRF fighters, The grenades were Russian made, President, Johannesburg, South Africa, the press center, The assassin, building, military trucks, The foreign soldiers.
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