A Nigerian Soldier stood at the edge of Sambisa Forest watching as his platoon members slept, wrapped in their army blankets with their boots on. It was a cold night..December nights in Maiduguri were cold enough to make polar bears jealous..It was colder than a dog's nose.
The soldier huddled closer to the camp fire as he stirred the flames. Shadows crossed his face as memories flooded his mind. It was christmas time..and he was far from home. His wife would be frying chicken tonight as his children blew balloons and stole chinchin from the kitchen..Oh.. How he missed his family!
The war on terror seemed endless. The more of the terrorists they killed.. The more they seemed to increase. He was bone-tired and home-sick. He just wanted to be home.. at least for Christmas. He scowled as he recalled stories about the diversion of funds meant for military equipment. "May Dasuki rot in the hottest part of hell for his wickedness!" He swore.. So many of his comrades had fallen in combat under superior fire.. They had been so ill-equipped.. He spat into the fire as he cursed..
In another part of Sambisa, a terrorist swapped stories with his colleague..Worr
ied looks on their faces..This year hadnt been a good year for them. They had sustained heavy losses and so many of them had died. It was hard getting new recruits due to the weight of public opinion against them..They had lost moral justification and now received widespread condemnation due to their incessant bloodletting and abduction of women and children. .
Even some of their sponsors had stopped sending money out of fear of being discovered by the NSA. The bloody cowards! Lily-livered politicians! But things were looking up though.. Their alliance with ISIS held a promiss of better days.. And if it all went south.. Well.. They would all go out with a big bang (No pun intended) and fly skywards to their seventy virgins in paradise.. He laughed devilishly as his comrade cracked a joke about wearing a santa claus costume and dropping off bombs in people's home wrapped as Christmas gifts for the kids..
Bika heard him laughing from the tent and shuddered.. Her husband was as cold hearted as they came! She hated him with every fibre of her being. She had prayed for God to give her a benevolent benefactor.. someone who would make sense out of the nightmare that had become her life.. Since that fateful night when she and 299 other girls had been abducted from Chibok..
She had gotten him instead..and her life had become an endless cycle of pain. Forced into sex.. Forced into marriage.. And now forced into Motherhood.. Her life had been ravaged by a malevolent whirlwind called Terror. Its astonishing how your whole life could change in one moment.. She cradled her baby in her arms and sobbed.. So much for Christmas! She wondered if anybody still remembered.. If anybody would spare a thought for Bika at Christmas.. the girl from Chibok who never returned from school..
If she could, she would put her tears in a bottle and send it to the good people of Nigeria.."With love from Sambisa"

wow!!! touching story what can i say nyc post tho

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we feel your pain.we winning d Battle in lie Mohammad 's voice

Reading with my eyes heavy with tears. only if one could turn back the hands of time

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