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|Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by Eze2000(m): 5:58am On Oct 26, 2016|
At last, I am back!
It has been so long but even now briefly will be my stay. This is the continuation of the Dirty Diamonds of Boko Haram Part 1. It took this long because i had to gather much info from the northeastern part of the country and beyond. All the information and my wealth of knowledge has been put together into this explosive mind blowing episode.
My book brings to light more knowledge and insight to the going-ons in Boko Haram ravaged Bornu state even as it brings to light things the newspapers and television documentaries never told you of. I do this with a bang that holds you captivated till the end where you start yelling for more.
Breathtaking Adventures, Raw Passion and Romance, Pure Action and Thriller interludes, Military might and power, Terrorism in its worst, wealth and money talking, bribery and blackmail......
Like I said. King Eze is back! But only briefly.
This book will be published across all web stores within 24 hours and for a fee this time, only just one or two chapters will be posted here.
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|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by Eze2000(m): 6:02am On Oct 26, 2016|
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|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by Presh900(m): 6:46am On Oct 26, 2016|
|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by kingphilip(m): 7:25am On Oct 26, 2016|
I'm sure this will surely be a bang like always
Welcome back eze2000.. We believe in your abilities and capabilities
|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by zelaws: 7:29am On Oct 26, 2016|
Welcome back boss.
I'll get mine as usual.
|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by preciousnobel(m): 7:33am On Oct 26, 2016|
Oga... Oya! Let it come.
|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by nady94: 7:52am On Oct 26, 2016|
Welcome back bro
|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by Eze2000(m): 8:22am On Oct 26, 2016|
Get one thing straight, guys, I cannot give this work out for free this time, I'm on the lean side now and the capital invested was too much. I plan to give your people a taste of what i can do once again then switch over to my blog on a full-time basis.
A week from now, i will give you guys a choice to pick from three stories, one which i will unfold for free on my blog and maybe here too if the almighty banning bots allow.
Bear with me.
I will begin posting this evening.
Your copy is ready.
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|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by barackodam: 10:47am On Oct 26, 2016|
I'm on it.....
|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by Eze2000(m): 5:01pm On Oct 26, 2016|
DIRTY DIAMONDS OF BOKO HARAM PART 2
By Eze Eke
Copyright 2016 @ Eze Eke
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or used in any whatsoever without written permission from the publisher.
This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to okadabooks.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
EZE EKE [email@example.com]
This is strictly a work of fiction modeled on facts made public by the media. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or fictitious in manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This book is dedicated to Nigeria, the land that has endured so much conflict and still stood supreme. To all its citizens who have died, suffered untold hardships and pain as victims of these conflicts.
Second and no less important, this book is dedicated to the ‘gallant’ men and women of the Nigerian Army who have fought the rapidly spreading evil menace that is BOKO HARAM.to a standstill in the country while other countries around lay helpless to them. In their numbers did they die while the citizens stayed safe. A few rotten eggs do not make the entire nest bad. The Army of Federal Republic of Nigeria is a thing of pride to the land.
Thirdly, to the millions of people, dead and alive, who have been victims of the BOKO HARAM terrorists and the war on the extreme Islamic sect in their different countries.
Lastly, to the billions, dead and alive, who have been victims of different conflicts and terror groups in our world, both past and present.
We the people that live in peace pray for the forgiveness of these victims in that we refused to take notice of or help them at all until it was too late.
I dedicate this book to you all.
Before embarking on the creation of this novel, I did a lot of research on the religion it touches most of all… Islam. This I discovered....
Islam and Christianity are not that much different. In fact, they are very similar in too many ways. Firstly, their holy books, the Bible and the Quran, seems to have been coined from the Hebrew Torah, there are simply too many identical chapters, verses, characters and quotations in all three holy books to indicate differently. Their ideology and philosophy are basically the same, and interestingly all three holy books have five letter words as a name! Finally, both Islam and Christianity seem to share the same fate in the hands of mankind in that their teachings have been manipulated, twisted and translated in all kinds of ways over the centuries to give birth to all manner of religious movements and sects. This issue is particularly worse in the case of Islam due to the ‘Jihad’ factor.
Highly intelligent individuals twist the truth of the holy books into what they want it to be and feed that to the gullible and feeble of heart who desperately and earnestly seek some deeper meaning to the chaos that is life. Culture comes to bear and the result is a new ‘religious sect’.
Originally began as an Islamic fundamentalist group by a man of powerful personality, Mohamed Yusuf, who, until his death in the mid-2000s, lived in Maiduguri, Bornu state, north-eastern Nigeria, the BOKO HARAM sect has grown so quickly to become a very powerful and well-equipped militant group today, fighting a full-fledged war with the armies of the four different nations centered around the Lake Chad, battling them all at the same time even as it unlashes bloody terror on thousands of innocent people.
The BOKO HARAM terrorist doctrine which is similar to that of Al-Quoda and Islamic State, pushes Islam to the most ‘extreme levels’. Their laws and principles bring death and destruction to everyone in their path particularly the ‘infidels’ even as NORMAL ISLAM brings peace and enlightenment.
Same Islam, same Quran, different doctrines.
Please, be you a Muslim or not, bear all the above in mind as you read this book
The aim of this work is not to insult, degrade or abuse in any manner one of the greatest religions in our world today but it is to entertain even as it cunningly brings to the attention of the world, first, the difference between a true peace loving Muslim and an Islamic terrorist, and then next, to bring to light, the plight of millions of innocent Muslims the world over who have been victimized because of the violent activates of these so called extremist Islamic sects [hardened criminals and terrorists who claim to be true Muslims].
More about this issue is addressed on my blog, click here to see.
|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by Eze2000(m): 5:03pm On Oct 26, 2016|
Sambisa forest, the stronghold of the Boko Haram Islamic terrorists, actually occupies a huge section of southern Bornu state, stretching from the remote southwest regions right up to the southeastern mountainous borders with Cameroon from which sprang from the Gwoza Hills. The vast forest went well beyond the borders of Bornu state into parts of Yobe, Gombe, Bauchi and Jigawa states, even reaches far to the west into Kano state.
With a total land area of approximately 3,000 square miles, Sambisa forest is actually larger than the whole of Lagos state in southern Nigeria, there times bigger than Luxembourg in Europe and a tenth of the size of Scotland in the United Kingdom.
Sambisa forest has a population of over four million people, which is about half the population of Lagos State, the largest and most populous city in Africa, the fourth in the world right behind London, New York and Bombay. The inhabitants of the Sambisa forest are mostly very poor, illiterate farmers and livestock breeders whose lives have not been properly impacted by western civilization. They live in undeveloped villages and settlements of different sorts and sizes, and their simple ways were somewhat primitive in nature.
Eighty years ago, during the colonial rule of the British, the whole of Sambisa forest, all 3000 square miles of it, was designated a nature reserve. Unharmed by man, the vast forest soon became so rich with mighty trees and lovely vegetation, different varieties of birds and animals, beautiful rivers, waterfalls and streams teeming fish, hippos and crocodiles, all of which made the forest a popular tourist attraction that brought in Europeans and other foreigners in their thousands. Special lodges were built in different parts of the forest and the tourists would go on safaris, traveling from one lodge to the next as they enjoyed the rare sights of the abundant wildlife. Among the offerings were Leopards, lions, antelopes, elephants, giraffes, hyenas, baboons, monkeys, different species of birds too, even rare one, the last populations of the African ostrich were to be found there as well as guinea fowls, woodpeckers, colorful parrots and lots more.
Thirty years later, colonial rule was gone and Sambisa forest was in trouble.
The rapidly increasing population of the poverty-stricken region, unchecked by any laws, leaned heavily on the forest for their livelihood, destroying it at an alarming rate. They killed off the wildlife for food and pleasure, cleared off the rich forest land to make way for farms, grazing land for their animals and new settlements, new towns and villages. They cut down trees to build the new houses and other furniture, even for firewood.
After much havoc had been wrecked, and the wildlife nearly wiped out like their natural habitat, the Bornu state government was eventually forced to create the Chad Basin National Park Reserves and vast tracts of what was left of the mighty Sambisa forest were declared as nature reserves. The Sambisa Forest Reserve was one of such to emerge. It retained the name because inside it was to be found the large village with gave the might forest its name long ago, Sambisa village.
The present-day Sambisa Forest ‘Reserve’ is also generally referred to as Sambisa forest. It is situated in the remote southwestern region of Bornu state. It is a large forest approximately thirty-eight miles to the southeast of Maiduguri but the government, both state and federal, has been completely shut out of the region for the last three years due to the activities of the Boko Haram terrorists. The forest is in trouble again today and there is very little left by the way of natural beauty and, particularly, wildlife.
The Bolo Haram terrorists, who hated all ways western and the technology that came with it, found a safe haven in Sambisa Forest Reserve and in no time, brought all the inhabitants under their strict Islamic rule. Their next order of business was to blow up all the bridges along the Kama road that led straight from the region northward to the state capital, Maiduguri, thus effectively cutting off the state government and the federal military forces form the region. Once settled into their new home, the terrorists started recruiting their first major Army directly from the illiterate population of the forest and the nearby settlements. They also got themselves women too, very young women and girls, kidnapped and brought into the forest from outlying villages and towns. Chibok, the small town from where they kidnapped two hundred and fifty school girls was only thirty miles to the south of Sambisa forest ‘Reserve’.
The influence and power of the Islamic terrorists grew too fast and the forest proved too perfect a sanctuary for them. Its heavy cover of large trees hid their stronghold completely from view both from the air and from any point on land, even as the vast civilian population dwelling within the forest provided a massive hostage factor that couldn’t be overlooked by the federal government. Any direct attempt by the Nigerian military forces to attack the forest would have been seen coming over flat open land from miles away and effectively thwarted by the better equipped and fully mobilized terrorist Army. Any direct assault such as airstrikes, shelling or bombing of the thick forest would have resulted in the deaths of innocent citizens in their countless numbers. These were the major reasons why the leadership of Boko Haram had chosen the forest reserve in particular as their West African headquarters and number one stronghold. And this was why they stayed completely safe there, despite the entire world knowing about it.
Sambisa forest was by directly military definition, a General’s nightmare. It was a no-go area for the Nigerian armed forces, whether they liked it or not.
|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by preciousnobel(m): 5:06pm On Oct 26, 2016|
Hmmm.. This is inspirational! Please keep it coming.
|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by Eze2000(m): 5:10pm On Oct 26, 2016|
Lying flat on his belly in the high grass, Alex had the powerful binoculars glued to his eyes, scanning the three or so miles of open flat grassland between him and the eastern limits of Sambisa forest ahead.
He had left the Pickup jeep parked in the ruins of a large burnt-out mud hut five miles back to the northeast and come this far partly on foot and then crawled the last of the way on his belly through knee high grasses and hushes, all to avoid the numerous enemy patrols which had increased as he come closer to their stronghold.
He couldn’t go any further now because there wasn’t an adequate cover anymore, no high grasses or low bushes to hide in. It was only flat open grassland form where he was on, all the way to the distant borders of the forest, and the entire area was crawling with enemy patrols.
Too many enemy patrols.
Heavily manned security posts were situated at strategic positions all over the entire area ahead and small of groups well-armed men moved back and forth between them. The patrols were mostly on foot but some were mounted on horseback and a few drove around on motorcycles, all looked very watchful and alert.
The security posts were simple primitive hut-like structures of various sizes, thatched straw roof supported on poles with high barriers of sand bags piled up all around, mounted machine-guns in position, facing outward, ready to meet any threats coming at the forest stronghold. Some of the security posts had Pickup jeeps and motorcycles parked by them with enough men seemingly ready to investigate any trouble in the vicinity.
The lone dirt road leading in and out of the forest was locked down tight, checkpoints everywhere, particularly in these last three miles. Alex could see five different heavily manned checkpoints, the last of which was at the point where the road disappeared into the large forest, there was a Russian-looking Tiger heavy battle tank and an armored personnel carrier parked right there in the open, the black Boko Haram flag flying proudly from a tall pole over them.
A small dwarf goat hadn’t a chance in hell of getting across these open flat grounds to the damn forest in broad daylight without being spotted and shot dead much less a full-grown man, thought Alex grimly. He knew he had to get right past all of them very quickly and quietly too if he was to get a chance at his targets. He knew he had to get to the girl fast before El Soldat felt comfortable enough to take advantage of her, he felt the urgency strongly within himself, he had spent too much time getting here already. Coming out of the forest was a problem to worry about later, he could start a private war if need be and blow his way right through, but only after he had that girl safe by his side.
A vivid image of the girl’s frightened lovely face popped into his mind’s eyes and Alex felt his urgency quicken. He glanced at his watch, five minutes past ten o’clock. The inside man was now five minutes late. Alex turned his attention back to the last checkpoint on the road, the one right at the entrance to the forest where the armored vehicles were parked. It was the largest and most worrying of all the checkpoints. He began to study its layout carefully.
The merciless late morning sun was only three-quarters of the way to its zenith, but it was already turning the breezeless Sahel Savannah grasslands into a vast oven.
Alex lay there in the hot open fields under the sun, without any shelter whatever. He had been there for over twenty minutes now. He had on the green ski mask now and it covered all of his head and neck perfectly, leaving only holes for his eyes, mouth and nose. The sleeves of his undershirt were now rolled down so they covered his arms completely, reaching to his gloved hands. All his body was well covered and protected both from the terrible sun and the stinging insects, of the fields and the green camouflage colors of the battle outfit blended perfectly with the green of the vegetation all around, making him completely invincible to the Unclad eyes from any distance.
Alex shifted his position carefully as he moved the binoculars away from Sambisa forest, following the wide dirt road. There was a big dried-up Kola nut tree a hundred yards directly to the left of his position and the road passed right by it, stretching out straight eastward over the flat open countryside to disappear into the far distance where it split up four times before meeting up with the Maiduguri-Bama road thirty miles away.
This was the only major road in the entire area and according to the GPS of the GX-2, El Soldat had gone into Sambas forest by it.
The road was fairly busy with all kinds of traffic heading in and out of the forest stronghold, but in the last ten minutes’ things had been relatively quiet. All the vehicles, particularly the ones going in, were checked and rechecked at every checkpoint before being let through. Alex had taken careful note of everything in the short space of time he had been in position.
He saw a cloud of dust in the far distance down the empty road and immediately adjusted the powerful lens of binoculars to focus. A convoy of four vehicles jumped into view, three big civilian trucks with closed backs led by a pickup jeep with armed terrorists in the open back. They were coming fast.
Alex watched closely through the binoculars as the vehicles reached yet another checkpoint, this one, two miles down the road from his position. All the barriers across the road were quickly removed and the convoy went straight through the checkpoint without any trouble at all. The four vehicles came on up the road at speed and soon drove past the big dried up Kola nut tree, heading directly for Sambisa forest.
Scanning the open rear ends of the big trucks, Alex saw that they were full of wounded men.
Ambulance trucks, he thought. The terrorist must have a well-equipped hospital in the forest to be shipping the wounded all the way down here from the warfront so fast. He wondered what the warfront at Bama was like now, what the casualty figures of the lesser armed Nigerian Army really was like by now.
About a mile up ahead, the vehicles went through the next checkpoint without being stopped. All the other checkpoints let the four vehicles go through as well and soon, they disappeared into the forest and were gone.
Yes, thought Alex, it was exactly as the inside man had said. Every vehicle going in or out of Sambisa forest was being thoroughly searched but the regular or rather the irregular ones, were being let through unbothered. That was definitely his only chance of getting into the forest.
He glanced at his watch again, twenty minutes past ten O’clock.
The road was empty again now, except for an Indian tricycle and a Volkswagen bus on their way out of the forest.
Alex settled down and began to wait.
He waited for only three minutes before the vibrations of the GX-2 in his pocket brought him fully alert again. A phone signal the sophisticated GX-2 was set to track was now within its range; within a two-mile radius of his position.
Alex lifted the binoculars to his eyes at once and looked far down the road again.
A dirty white two-ton truck with a box back was coming up the road. It was the only vehicle on that part of the road and it went through the checkpoint two miles away without being stopped.
Alex put away the binoculars and adjusted his rifle over his back, then began to crawl quickly through the knee-high grass on his belly, moving towards the Kola nut tree.
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|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by barackodam: 7:05pm On Oct 26, 2016|
First to comment!
|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by maadman: 7:11pm On Oct 26, 2016|
I've not seen the post on ur blog...I've registered n I'm willing to pay for the story. Pls direct and guide. Or is it on okada books?
|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by Yohmi: 7:15pm On Oct 26, 2016|
|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by Eze2000(m): 10:42pm On Oct 26, 2016|
Its not there, i will build another for this story alone within 21 hours to 48 hours. Reach out to me via Whatsapps or email. I will then enter your email into the blog's closed reading list and it will recognize you and allow you log in to read the story in full anytime you like. The price, though, is 500 naira.
|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by ashatoda: 10:57pm On Oct 26, 2016|
|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by Eze2000(m): 11:25pm On Oct 26, 2016|
Thanks @all for the warm reception. I switching to blogging now but will find time to feed you guys some food regularly. The website i so hoped for has been such a disappointment, still haven't got it till now.
A BRILLIANT ENGINEER HERE PROMISED TO BUILD ME REAL A WONDER OF A WEBSITE AT A FAIR PRICE WITH A REASONABLE PAYMENT PACKAGE.
A shout out to you TECH NERD
May God give you the strength and kindness to remember my complicated needs and make it a waking dream so i can give these folks here endless stories even as i give the bigger folks that call themselves big /renowned authors, a run for their money.
For those, of you guys who haven't read the part one, here is the link below....its a first draft so full of mistakes, but enjoy it, you will.
|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by Eze2000(m): 7:36pm On Oct 27, 2016|
A dirty white two-ton truck with a box back was coming up the road. It was the only vehicle on that part of the road and it went through the checkpoint two miles away without being stopped.
Alex put away the binoculars and adjusted his rifle over his back, then began to crawl quickly through the knee-high grass on his belly, moving towards the Kola nut tree.
Hassan mopped his sweaty face yet again with the dirty piece of brown cloth that was his handkerchief and tried to concentrate on the road ahead.
It wasn’t that the cabin of the truck was too hot, no. Hassam was afraid.
Ali, his partner sat across from him in the passenger seat, deep in a drugged sleep. Hassan had slipped him a dose of a powerful sleeping portion half an hour ago by way of a bottle of local beer.
Hassan was twenty-five years old and Ali was twenty-eight. They were both soldiers attached to the supply arm of the Boko Haram army and their unit was based right out of the forest. The unit was responsible for the transportation of all ‘available goods and provisions’ from any section of their rapidly expanding territory back there to the headquarters and for that they had a fleet of just three vehicles, six trucks of different sizes, the biggest and most reliable of them all, this powerful Toyota two-ton truck which had been captured somewhere and officially assigned to Hassan, a former truck driver, with Ali as both his partner and apprentice.
Their job had Hassan and Ali shuttling in and out of Sambisa forest on a regular basis with badly needed food and supplies so naturally, they were rarely ever interfered with at the checkpoints along the road. They also ran weapons directly for El Soldat, who was, among many things, directly responsible for supplying the entire terrorist army with genuine high grade weaponry, and on such occasions, they had special escorts as well as special orders from the highest levels which allowed them get through the checkpoints compeletely unbothered. All these added up, were the reasons why they had so much freedom of the road. But still, there was always the possibility of being stopped and checked when there weren’t any special escorts or special orders from above like today.
The situation was really complicated today because of the bomb blast in the forest earlier that morning. Security was on high alert now and that possibility of being stopped and searched was all too real. This was what had Hassan so scared.
There was nothing implicating about the truck’s cargo. The hold was loaded down with big bags of rice and beans, loot from a newly captured grain store down in Bama. What had Hassan so scared was the new ‘goods’ he was about to pick up just ahead on the road. It had been necessary to drug Ali in order to accomplish this alone as required.
Ali’s unconscious condition wasn’t a problem once they got safely into the forest. Hassan would make a little detour to drop him off at his village with his wife before proceeding to the food depot to offload his cargo and that was that for the day. But if the truck even got stopped at any of the checkpoints on the way in, Ali’s unconscious condition would raise enough suspicions for the cargo hold to be search and once the new ‘goods’ he was about to pick up was found, he was a dead man.
Hassan cleaned his sweaty face again with the dirty cloth and kept his eyes on the road ahead.
He had been working for his secret employers for four months now, ever since they had quietly captured his father and the rest of his family in a remote village in neighboring Jigawa state. Until today, all he had been required to do was, pass them a few simple information which he had been able to acquire easily enough.
But today, all that had changed.
Today, they wanted him to actually ‘do something’ and he had to do it all alone, without Ali. Hassan knew well enough that Ali, a thoroughly brainwashed zealot, would give him away without even a second thought if he ever found out about what he was up to or he secretly worked for.
Hassan focused on the road ahead and tried to keep his calm, but his hands on the steering wheel wouldn’t stop shaking.
Just ahead, the big Kola nut tree loomed. It was the pick-up point, but the ground all around was so flat, Hassan couldn’t see how the ‘goods’ could be anywhere. Still, he would do what they wanted him to do.
An ancient 504 station wagon approaching from up ahead soon passed by and the road was totally empty ahead, the next checkpoints so far in the distance. Hassan glanced in the rear review mirrors to make sure no other vehicle was on the road behind him, the last checkpoint, he’d passed was over a mile back, the road was clear and the 504 would soon be gone. He looked over at Ali again.
The man was still fast asleep, clutching his Ak-47 rifle in-between his legs.
Hassan cleaned his sweaty face again and forced himself to be calm as he began to reduce the truck’s speed gradually.
The pick-up was about to happen.
Lying flat on his stomach just ten feet from the roadside with only a little part of his head sticking up above the level of the tall grasses around, Alex watched through the powerful lens of the binoculars as the truck kept coming up the road.
He easily saw through the windshield of the truck, the driver had a partner sitting in the passenger seat next to him, but seemingly fast asleep or rather, unconscious like the inside man had promised would be the case. Aside from this, all seemed fine.
A hundred yards down the road, the truck turned on its parking lights and slowed down considerably.
Yes, thought Alex. All was fine.
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|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by Eze2000(m): 7:38pm On Oct 27, 2016|
Hassan kept looking all around the immediate vicinity, but never saw a thing. But then, the fresh grown low bushes and grasses all around here could hide a man lying very flat on his belly. A very clever soldier who knew his thing well could hide right in plain sight and no one would ever see him.
Hassan slowed the truck even more as he approached the big Kola nut tree.
Alex waited patiently until the truck went past his position.
With another quick glance, up and down the road, he was on his feet and running for it. He reached the back of the truck in seconds and leaped onto the solid iron bar that was the foot hold, catching hold of the handle on one of the double doors. Once balanced on his feet, he turned the handle and the door came easily open to reveal the cargo hold parked full of bags of grain.
Alex saw instantly that there was some space between the bags and the doors for him to stand in. He slipped in at once and pulled the door closed again.
The truck was already accelerating back to normal speed.
The truck got through all the checkpoints without being stopped and then it was in the forest.
Hassan kept driving up the main road within the forest for five minutes, then turned off onto a small side road that was barely larger than a wide trail. He drove on for about fifty yards, made a left turn onto a wide clearing that was overgrown with low vegetation, pulled the truck to a final stop and killed the engine.
This was a rarely used area, only loggers came here, so there was no chance of any vehicle or anyone just stumbling upon the truck here. Hassan climbed out of the cabin quickly and, glancing furtively around as he headed for the back of the truck. He was being very careful, the continued availability of his head on his shoulders depended greatly on it.
The forest was thick all around and very quiet, not an animal or bird to be seen anywhere. The air was hot and humid and the heavy tree cover cut out direct sunlight completely, making the area gloomy.
Sure that there was no one around anywhere, Hassan got the cargo door open and found himself staring down the long barrel of a rifle aimed right at his head by a masked Nigerian soldier.
“Move back,” said the soldier in fluent Arabic with a gesture of the gun, his low voice, hard and dangerous.
Hassan stepped down at once from the foothold and moved back fast with both arms held high up above his head.
The soldier leaped down off the truck and glanced around quickly to make sure they were alone then stood listening for a moment.
Hassan saw the way the man moved and stood, and knew instantly that he was a very highly-trained and dangerous soldier like the ones that had captured him four months ago and turned him to their informant.
The masked soldier faced him again and spoke in the same flawless Arabic. “In the middle of a sea was a lake….”
“…. A lake of grass and trees, the abode of tyrants” concluded Hassan, giving the end part of the line that was the contact code.
The soldier seemed to relax a bit. He lowered his gun and motioned for Hassan to lower his hands.
“Where do I find El Soldat and the girl,” asked the soldier at once.
Hassan pointed in the far direction towards the west.
“El Soldat has a lodge deep within the forest,” he said and pointed at the road. “Follow this road to where it meets a wide stream, then follow the stream in the direction of a setting sun until you reach a bigger road. That road, going south, leads straight to the lodge.”
“How about patrols and guards?” asked the masked soldier
Hassan shook his head. “There are not many patrols here within the forest, only outside. El Soldat’s lodge usually has just two guards because most of his men are away at the war, but since the bomb this morning, there are more.”
Hassan shrugged. “Many.”
“Were you yourself there when the bomb went off?”
Hassan nodded. “I made food delivery to him and his men this morning and then stayed there for some time. El Soldat and the girl were not hurt, but three of his top men were killed and a lot of the money was burnt, too much of it, and part of the lodge was burnt too. It all happened too fast, I didn’t really see everything but he was called off to see the Wali right after the bomb and left the girl locked up in a room in the lodge. I think she is still there now and he is still at the meeting.”
The masked soldier stared hard at him for a moment then looked at his watch and moved away from the truck, motioning Hassan at the open door of the cargo hold.
“Be on your way,” he said.
Hassan stepped up, pushed the door closed and re-locked it. When he turned back again, the soldier was gone.
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|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by Ultimategeneral: 8:46pm On Oct 27, 2016|
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|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by olabent85(m): 1:25pm On Oct 30, 2016|
do you have the complete part 2 ?
|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by Eze2000(m): 1:42pm On Oct 30, 2016|
yeah I do have it. but the issue is I ran Grammer checks on the story with a new software I bought online and found 956 errors, mostly punctuations. The only way correct it is a reread which I'm doing now.
2 more chapters will be posted here beginning tonight or Monday and then it will ready for purchase and publishing .
please bear with me.
|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by yorhmienerd(m): 2:58pm On Oct 30, 2016|
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|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by maadman: 7:23pm On Oct 30, 2016|
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|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by Eze2000(m): 10:29pm On Oct 30, 2016|
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|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by horlawharley(m): 5:27pm On Oct 31, 2016|
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|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by coolbreezy01: 7:02pm On Oct 31, 2016|
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|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by yorhmienerd(m): 7:26pm On Oct 31, 2016|
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|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by OYAY(m): 7:58pm On Oct 31, 2016|
This is captivating and descriptive story, kudos.
|Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 2....by Eze Eke by Eze2000(m): 11:00pm On Oct 31, 2016|
The safari lodges built by the British colonial government all over the forest were European style log houses with wooden windows and doors, and zinc roofs. Big hardwood tree had been felled to build them and they stood on firm stone foundations, stones gotten from the granite quarries in the mountains of Gwoza on the easternmost part of the forest which was right on the Nigerian border with Cameron. Not much of modern building materials had been used to build the log houses, they were all part of the natural scenery.
After the British colonial government left, the log houses were abandoned for so many years until the creation of the Chad Basin National Park Reserve saw most of them renovated to their original state by the Bornu state government who managed to keep them in good shape for several years until the terrorists arrived. When Boko Haram finally took Sambisa forest over and forced the government to withdraw, they took over the log houses too, and promptly reassigned all of them to their kingpins.
El Soldat’s lodge was a big log house by a little waterfall. It sat in a wide clearing on its own in a separate part of the forest, surrounded by the mighty tall trees with the access road leading through to it.
Even running all the way, it took Alex nearly an hour to cover the distance to the lodge. He found it easily enough, but was surprised at how quiet it was considering the recent bomb attack and the ‘many men’ he had been led to believe was here. Part of the west wing of the lodge had been blown wide open by the blast, the huge logs of hardwood that made up the walls were scattered around, but they had apparently put out the resulting fire in time, bringing the damage effectively under control and saving the rest of the lodge. Alex figured that the conveniently available waterfall and the resulting stream coupled with all the empty buckets he was seeing around the place had a lot to do with things.
He scouted the entire area carefully and found only four guards. There were two well-used footpaths leading off from the wide clearing further into the thick forest, but neither was his problem right now and he had little time so he concentrated fully on the lodge.
There was a sentry post, a log hut with thatched roof, at the end of the access road, just within the clearing, and three armed men sat there on benches, talking. The fourth armed man stood guard on the veranda of the log house and Alex guessed that the door he was centered on was where the girl was. The wooden windows on that part of the lodge were closed so there was no way he could check to confirm.
El Soldat’s jeep was nowhere in sight, which meant El Soldat wasn’t around. He was most likely still in a meeting with Abubakar Shekau in some heavily guarded fortress deep inside the forest, thought Alex, there was nothing for it but to get the girl and then wait.
Alex could see everything in the clearing very well from his hidden position just within the forest. He was in a low crouch by the trunk of a big tree just inside the tree-line on the southern part of the clearing. He wished he had a silencer for his pistol or rifle, it would have made dispatching these guards a lot easier now. But he didn’t have a silencer so he had to do it the hard way.
He retreated a bit further into the gloomy forest, cupped his hands to his mouth, tilted his head skywards and began to make the high-pitched screams of spooked wild turkey.
A hundred yards across the clearing, the three men stopped talking at once and corked their heads to listen.
They knew that sound only too well. Turkey was a favorite delicacy to them, but it had been so long anyone had come across one, which now made it a very rare delicacy. Since the last year, bush meat in general had become so scarce in the forest that they were all beginning to rely heavily on stolen livestock from outside and the few fishes caught by the local fishermen in the streams within the forest, but neither was in abundance anymore now. The Fulani herdsmen had all migrated south with their livestock sharply and the streams were becoming overfished.
Two years ago, a little stroll in the forest would easily produce two good sized antelopes, and then there were the plentiful guinea fowls swarming the banks of every stream. There had been meat everywhere then, but now nothing, there was almost no game left in the vast forest and it was very baffling to all of them. It was like all the animals had vanished into thin air, even the guinea fowls which used to be a problem in their thousands.
The leader of the men was a hard faced twenty-four-year-old man called Umar and he was tired of the fish his thirteen-year-old wife was always serving him now. It was always the same kind.
Umar was on his feet in a second, snatching up his rifle and running across the clearing towards the forest wall beyond which the turkey definitely was. His men were right on his heels and even the guard on the verandah was bounding across clearing to join them.
They covered the distance to the tree-line in seconds and all came to a halt just ten yards from the trees, their AK-47 rifles at the ready.
Using his free hand, Umar signaled quickly for them to keep quiet and spread out. The men obeyed and moved forward into the trees in perfect formation to net the turkey.
This turkey would roast over a fire today.
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