queenitee:
So Mr Officer didn't die and please why won't Uncle let Allah fight for himself?

when Men play God...

CHAPTER 15
“There is no religion accepted to Allah except Islam,
Whoever seeks religion other than Islam will never be allowed to live.
Quran is the only holy book given to us by Allah through his messenger; and whoever rejects what Allah sent down in his book, Allah will punish him for his rejection, recon him for his denial and torment him for defying his book.
I have submitted myself to Allah Alone, will carry out Jihads unto Allah. I have prepared myself to fight and die for Allah and Islam, and will not go back or betray the brotherhood.
la ilaha illa’llah, Muhammad rasul Allah…”

His name was Jonah, now it has changed; he now bore Issah he was a new man, reborn to unleash terror on unbelievers

“We fight for the course, we spread Islam and bring unbelievers to their knees until they accept Allah as the only true God and Islam as the true Religion” the commander had said to him the day he was reborn,

But he don’t give a f**k about their religious nonsense, what he needed was power, to be able to wield weapons again and make people cower with fear.

“You can get all your heart desires if you agree to join our sect, even much more…” Ishamila had assured him

“don’t waste away in this rotten place, look at you…there is nothing left of you, the military kicked you out like bad news the moment they felt you are of no use to them, with no money to sustain you…no family to go back to, nothing”

“I am a Christian” The young Officer had said carelessly

“And what has that done for you? Will they pay your rent, give you food and money when you need it?” Ishmila continued

“It doesn’t matter…” the young Officer had said, puffing his cigarette

“Your Pastors are bunch of selfish folks who uses your ignorant to enrich themselves, they will not do anything to help you, you will lose friends now you have nothing…join the brotherhood, fight for Allah and he will reward you with the good things of life” Ishmila tried to convince him

“Your Allah gives nobody anything, he is like the god of the church, and both are all the same, cooling off somewhere while their subjects suffer to their pleasure” he was tired of speaking.

His speech defect annoyed him, the way Ishmila tilts his head to hear him clearly annoyed him, and the constant twitching of his eyes annoyed him even more.

But five days later, there he stood, reciting the creed and taking the vow, with vengeance in his heart, all he wanted was to inflict more pain to those that had hurt him, to be the demon that would hunt the military for a very long time, and to look that silly LovePeddler in the face while driving a hot blade through her Vagina.

Yusuf has seen broken men became mighty army for Allah, some of them had joined the sect because they had no better option, they needed help and the brotherhood had offered them help

Unlike him and some sons of the rich who joined the sect because they wanted to serve Allah, because Imam Husayn convinced them that service to Allah was what they should live and die for and that enforcing terror on ‘masu zunubi (Sinners)’ and unbelievers would bring sanity to the world

But he was yet to know the motive of the new recruit. Ishmila had vowed that the new recruit would be a major advantage to the group.

“I have worked with him, I have seen him do terrible things to people in other to bend them, since he know the military so well, he will not have any trouble carrying out operations there” Ishmila had said to him

“But you said he was dismissed from the force?” he had asked

“Yes, but I know this man, Allah will use him to grow the sect and give us victory, he knows his way around and can do anything to achieve our aims”

Yusuf looked at Issah as he mumbled the creed, he barely talks or chats with anyone except when necessary, Yusuf had noticed how the man grips objects when he tries to pronounce words, and the twitching of his right eyelid;

“He is brutal and we need him” Ishmila had said

“Then get him, lure him with any promise, Uncle Husayn will reward you”

*
“I am proud of you son!” Husayn cheered

He sat in his car and watched the group train. They were at the out sketch of the city, in a village forsaking by the government for a long time.

He has purchased the vast land after he returned from Hajj a year ago. They have become the government for the community, carrying out charity works once in a while and spreading Allah’s Messages.

“They are increasing in number, soon we will have enough men to break into every home and every community” Husayn said, coming out from the car

Both of then watched the group for a while, there were women and girls whose job was to cook and run errands for the group;

“I don’t want to bring this up but…after Allah used Fatima to give us a successful operation in the IDP camp…”
Yusuf grimaced with emotional pain at the reminder of the death of his wife; Husayn looked at him and looked away while he continued,

“I think Allah is guiding us towards recruiting women into the group, not for cooking and cleaning but…to penetrate some places where these men may find it difficult to penetrate”

Yusuf frowned, he didn’t have any problem with Men sacrificing themselves for this course, but getting women involved reminded him of how he felt when his mother died, and what he felt when Fatima died.

“Every life is for Allah my boy, he demands for us when he needs us, if sacrificing the women is what it takes get this government on their feet, then so be it. I want this state for Allah and will do anything to achieve that”

“Do you think it is wise Uncle?” Yusuf asked

“Everything is wise as far as this is concerned” Husayn exhaled some air and continued,

“I will be travelling tomorrow to Iraq, I have an unfinished business with some Brothers” he moved to the driver’s side of the car and eased himself inside

“Think about what I told you while I am gone, I want to get positive reports when I get back” Imam husayn drove off.

*
“…He was the tiniest and most fragile baby I have ever seen, he was weighing 1.7kg at birth, he came out preterm…” Ukwuoma was feeding Ife,
She didn’t know why she was telling her this story, probably for the sake of telling the story.
That was all she has left with her, memories from the past and like old pictures, these memories hung there, they burdened her heart;

“…we were afraid he would die but he didn’t, you can imagine our joy when he celebrated his first birthday…”
She shoved a spoon of Pap in the girl’s mouth and wiped some that were falling from the mouth,

“my father didn’t call to congratulate us when he was born and he refused my mother from coming, when I sent a letter to them to tell them the circumstance that led to his birth, only mother responded, apologizing for not being there for me but told me that my father has not forgiven me for marrying an unbeliever, a stranger from Yoruba whose mother wan an Ifa priestess”

Ifeoluwa coughed and Ukwuoma put the food aside to get some water for her;

“…I broke his heart by not marrying from the fold, mother said. I thought he would get over it and love me again, if not for anything but for the new baby, but…I was wrong. When we moved from Enugu to Kaduna, I wrote to him severally but he didn’t respond, neither did mother…maybe he also forbade her from writing to me, so I gave up…”

She cleaned the girl’s mouth again, placed two pillows behind her and rested her back on them.

The girl sighed and closed her eyes. She has been like this since the day of the explosion, thankfully she has stopped talking to herself and gazing at nothing, she could now recognize them and understand when they talk to her.

Ukwuoma took the plate and stood up,

“You never talk about them before” Mariam asked as she followed Ukwuoma out

“No, they are dead to me”

“You need them now, you can send words across, let them know you are alive”

“I am already dead to them, there is no need, besides what good will it make? I have lost everything that would have made them take me back, My father will remind me that I am suffering for my disobedience”

“You have your son, Ogugua" Mariam placed a hand on Ukwuoma’s shoulder

“I am afraid he may not be welcomed to stay with them too”

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Episode 17

“Ewo! Nwanne nkem! Thank God you are alive”

Mmesommachi held Ukwuoma on a long embrace while few tears escaped from her eyes

“I am so sorry I have not come to see you since that day of the explosion” Ukwuoma apologized

“Isi gini? (What are you saying) where you see road? When everybody dey run as if say them dey Olympic” she chuckled and wiped few tears from her eyes

It’s been more than two weeks after the attack and the camp was still undergoing reconstruction, families improvised with cloths and sticks to make shelter for themselves.

The attack turned some dwellers to petty thieves as they grabbed opportunities to cart away things that previously were not theirs,
The Military farm was not spared, as men turned to locusts by night to survive,

“Food no dey reach us again, e get time self way we no dey see chop, that woman way dey incharge of the food say the bomb scatter all the food stuff them way Governor wife bring, but my sister me know say na lie she dey talk”

“How you take know?” Ukwuoma asked

They sat down on a pile of wood, Ukwuoma brought out a loaf of bread and gave to her friend who snatched the bread from her, tore the water proof pack with her teeth and sank her teeth on the loaf like a wolf tearing a prey.

She eat hungrily for a while before she felt her friends eyes on her, she chuckled awkwardly with her mouth filled with the bread, she swallowed hard before she spoke;

“Where you get money way you take buy bread for me?” she tore some bread again

“They do give me little allowance from the hospital, it is not much but…it is something”

Mmesomachi looked at her friend with envy which disappeared as quickly as it came and was replaced with gratitude,

“Thank you o, I really happy for you. At least you no dey worry this thing way we dey worry, you dey see food chop and house way you and your pikin dey sleep”

Her husband walked towards them with a hammer and some nails in his hands, Mmesommachi handed the remaining bread to him

“No finish am o, make we see something chop for night” Mmesomachi warned

Okechukwu cut what was left of the bread, molded it like a big Eba and pushed it inside his mouth, he handed the bread back to Mmesomachi, waved at the women and walked away.

He was not a big man by stature, but it seemed like he had equally lost a lot of weight.

“He came back finally t you” Ukwuoma said,

“Yes na, him no get option, her sweet chocomilo army woman no want him again, watin I go do? Na to accept am na” Mmesomachi responded

“He lost some weight”

“Why him no go lose weight? The Toto way him bin dey f**k don waka, all the chopings way him bin dey get there no dey come again”

“At least you still have him”

“Hmm”

They kept an awkward silence, both watched as people walked up and down the area that has turned into a slum.

“Joyce died, I see her dead body as them drag am, this life nawa!”

Ukwuoma groaned in pains, death has left them all lost and swallowed in a world of agony.

“Your children…what happened to them?” Ukwuoma was afraid to ask, she dreaded the bad new but…

“Then done commot for here, we beg one army man way say him want travel go Kaduna make him help carry them for their truck reach there, my sister dey for Kaduna” Mmesomma said

Ukwuoma gave a sigh of relief,

“The Army man na good person o, come gree to help you”

“Which good? Mtcheewwww” Mmesommachi bent her head and looked away

“I hear as him dey talk to him friend say him oga send am message for Kaduna, na em I come meet am say make him help my children, that
mumu man say him go meet me later that day tell me whether e go possible. Him come for night dat day, say him go help me if I go F**k am…”

Mmesomachi pulled the tail of her wrapper and wiped sweats off her face before she continued;

“I been no gree, I leave am comot, but as fear no gree me, I don see dead body tire for here, women way their pikin dem die for hunger and sickness even this bomb own worst, I no wan make my girls them die, na only them I get…” she waved off a dragon fly that wanted to perch on her head and spat on the ground, she watched the spittle as it dried gradually;

“When I come see the mumu next day, na him I meet am na… na for this back place we do am, Nwa anuofia no na apikasi m ara ka ona agbanye TV (the Idiot was pressing my breast like he was tuning an analogue Television” She was uncomfortable

Ukwuoma wasn’t shocked, she only felt pity for the woman, one can only be in a situation to be able to condemn another.

“when I come inside my husband dey awake, I feel say him see us, but him no ask me till today…I just pray say make the children reach
Kaduna in peace, make that Idiot no F**ck them too” the fat woman looked so weak and vulnerable, she looked at her dirty fingers and tried removing some of those dirt with her other fingers

“How your boy dey?” She asked

“He is fine, he no longer falls sick as he used to…thank you so much my friend, you really helped me” Ukwuoma said

“Hmm…watin I for do na, if na you, you go still help me, I don see you say you be better person”

*

Yusuf saw the women from where he stood, blending with the dwellers wasn’t difficult, with an old yellow shirt, a torn pair of jeans, and a worn out slippers, he looked like one of them.

He had searched for the woman since morning with no luck, he was about to leave when luck blew her to his way.

He saw her walking towards the place where some men were working and had followed her, though he wondered why she wasn’t with the boy.

It was easy for him to pass through the Military men at the Gate;

“Who you be! Where you dey come from!!” the boy at the gate had asked him, he looked like a new recruit for he was trying to impress his oga that was standing not too far from him,

“I go town, I wan see if I fit find my wife way lost since the riot…”

The recruit looked at him with suspicion, poked his chest with a stick and looked him in the eye, he was too close that Yusuf could feel his bad breath,

“Go there make them search you”

He almost laughed when he was being searched, if he had some arms, the amateurs at the gate wouldn’t have stopped him.
When the woman stood to go, he waited for her to work far enough before he followed, he watched her opened the door and saw the boy ran into her arms

“It won’t be long” he said to himself

*
“Don Allah, ka yi rahama, tana da ciki, kasha ni maimakon (please, have mercy, she is pregnant, kill me instead)”

Their visit was unannounced as usual, they have all gone to sleep when Issah and his men stormed the house, that would be the fourth house they have visited that night, leaving a gory message behind and a sacrifice of chopped meats for the ravens.

“I ba za ku zauna ba, you are not supposed to live, Allah forbid that I spare his enemy” The young officer struggled to say

With the man on his knee, Issah tore the woman’s stomach open, the first stab of the blade sent waves of pain on to the woman, her scream tore the night, Issah was drunk with ecstasy, he was enjoying what he was doing, the blade went deeper and ran from top to bottom of the protruded stomach, five men held her down and like a priest Issah offered her to death, his hands swam inside her stomach, cutting through the organs till it reached the fetus, by the time the little soul was brought out, the woman was gone.

Her husband was made to watch, his head held still by two strong arms, he called on both the known and the unknown gods, till he had no more tear to drop.

The blade stood before him, with his leg spread, and fingers dripping blood, issah gave a swing and the blade descended on the man like a guillotine blade, his head rolled down to Issah’s feet and he kicked it away.

Sight of blood gave him erection; faces filled with pain aroused him. As he lay on his mat that night, running his hands up and down his erection, his mind caste on the girl he would never let go, he thought of what he would do to her and how he would watch his men take turns with her until she have her last breath.

Hmmmm


Tanks for the update

Hahahaha Mmesomachi got me laughing out really loud today


Jezzz that gory sight. Oh how I so dread it. Issa I pray you are met with the same fate as your victims and more. *Spits*


Thank you very much Rosy dear. May your ink never run dry IJN

Thanks for the update OP

The story is unfolding gradually. Psychopaths are every where. Thanks for the update

Tanx for the update #Give us more

Thanks sis, Mmesomachi is a good friend and I was scared she might be a bad person at first.

I love her kind of person, she didn't let her envy take control of her.

Rosy we are waiting for update #giveusmore

CHAPTER 18

“I want to go and see what is left of my house”

The three women were washing and spreading cloths at the back of the house. It was that time of the year when the legendry Jos dry wind dries the skin and makes the lips bleed.

The force of the wind was capable of giving a child a free air ride to an unknown destination. Ukwuoma rushed to rescue Ogugua from the claws of the wind as the boy was about to be swept off the ground

“They said the roads are clear, and the city is becoming calm” Ukwuoma continued

She rinsed a bed sheet, held one end between her laps and beckoned Ifeoluwa to hold the other end; both ladies wriggled the cloth until it was drained of excess water, Ukwuoma left her end, allowing Ife to take the bed sheet to the rope.

Her wrapper lapped on her laps like a leach, making every movement of her body so visible and pronounced, back in her university days wrappers was her weapon of seduction.

While her friends where enticing their men with bom-shorts and leggings, she had put her Grandmother’s seductive tips to use by employing the use of wrappers and she knew the right way to do it and get heads turning. Folded into two, she would tie the wrapper round her waist so tight that her hips would dance to the rhythm of her movements, and her yellow supple laps exposed

“chefuo Nne gi, Iru ya esika, omaghi azu nwanyi (Forget your mother, she is too tight faced to raise a beautiful lady)” her grandmother would say

“How will she ever get married if she keeps staying in your Prison?” Her grandmother would tell Her mother

Nnewi, at her grandmother’s place was her escape and the memory of childhood she knew. The first place a boy had stopped and razzed her while she drew lines on the sand with her toe, Nweke was an Albino whose eyes danced ‘kpakpangolo’ when the sun hit him, and it was difficult to know if he was looking at her or at the Udala' tree behind her, but wasn’t that why she had loved him then?

She had suddenly developed eagerness to going to the ‘Nwola’ stream to the amazement of her grandmother, until the day Nweke took her behind the Udala tree and put his mouth on her small breast that wasn’t as big as the ‘Udala' seed,

“Kanyi me ihe iberibe, ihe ahu broad m na anti m na eme na elu beedi (let me do to you that thing that Auntie and Brother do on the bed at night)Nweke had said to her, his little p**is dandling between his legs like his unsteady eyes. He had not yet found the entrance of her vagina before ‘Dinta’ the palm-wine tapper caught them, and her grandmother had beaten her to coma.

“What will become of her?” Mariam asked, referring to Ifeoluwa

Ukwuoma followed her gaze, Ife was still spreading the cloths, her cloth flapped like a flag to the force of the wind.

“I will take her with me”

The old woman was silent, she didn’t want to persuade her to stay, but she had bonded with this woman and would miss her;

“You have a job now, though it pays little, but…something can come up from there who knows…why would you want to go back to the past?” Mariam tried again

“I have not gotten the opportunity to bury my own, I have carried them long enough in a grave I dug within me, please allow me to go and mourn them properly…” Ukwuoma was determined

She knew Mariam wanted her to stay, she had also thought of going back to her father, but her Grandmother was dead and she had no one to open the door for her when her father would remind her of the reward for disobedience.

“Promise me…Promise me you will come back if your house no longer look like yours anymore, Promise me you will knock at my door when you feel the cold hands of darkness descending on you…” the Old woman held Ukwuoma by her hands and looked into her eyes

“You are very kind, I don’t know how to repay you of your kindness, but God will bless you”

“Allah will keep all of us, please bring them to me once in a while when you can” Mariam said, referring to Ogugua and Ifeoluwa.

*
“We no get anywhere way we fit go, my oga don go check, him no fit even fine our house self, them tell am say them don burn am for that riot time”

Ukwuoma looked at Mmesommachi’s husband, he was seated with his legs folded towards his chest, his eyes closed and face folded with loads of thoughts

“You can go back to the east” Ukwuoma suggested

She had come to inform her friend of her decision to leave the camp,

“That one no go work, you wan make our enemies laugh us? God no go gree” Mmesommachi circled her hands around her head and snapped her fingers “Tufiakwa!” she said

“where we go even start for village?, which face we go take face ‘Umunna’ tell them say we go city come come back with empty hand?”

Ukwuoma wondered which was better, starting all over in the village or struggling in the city with fear of death still hanging all over one’s head, then she remembered she also had rejected the thought of going back to her father for similar reason

“Your children, have you heard from them?” Ukwuoma asked

“Ehn…that Army man way carry them go Kaduna, give me latter way him say my sister write, she say them dey fine” Mmesomachi said with a sigh

“So watin you go do now?” Ukwuoma picked a dry stick from the and started drawing on the sand,

“We go stay here for now, then no dey pursue us for here, I go try fine small work do, ehen… make you help me talk to that your nurse friend, make me begin dey do that cleaning way you bin dey do for that hospital, I no mind the little money abeg”

“No wahala, I go tell am…what of him” Ukwuoma referred to Okechukwu

“Him dey do carpenter now o, na the work way him bin dey do before them burn our house the small small money way them they give am, na him we dey manage”

The wind blew some sand into Mmesomachi’s eyes. She robbed her eyes vigorously, bringing out tears from her eyes

“Biko help me blow breeze for my eye, sand dey my eye” Mmesomachi pleaded

Ukwuoma held her eyelid with a two fingers, rounded her mouth and blew some air into the eyes

“Hapu ya, oga apu (Oya leave it, it will go on its own)

They were silence for a while, only exchanging greetings with passers-by

“Did he finally talk to you about the other night…the night with the Army man?”

“Hm hm, me I bin dey fear to talk about am, I know say him see us, but yesterday as him come back for night, him f**k me with all the strength way dey him body, I know say na vex him use do am, me kwa I respect myself open for am, na him way he use tell me say him see watin I do be that”

“It’s amazing how una still dey do this thing for this time” Ukwuoma said casually

“Hmm, watin again we go do na, na the only thing way them no collect from us be that, make we use am hold body na, even if we no see food chop, make we Fu**k na, that one na free”

The two women laughed and Ukwuoma wondered how they could still find laughter in their situation, while she nursed feelings about what she would see and how she may react when she would stand at her door again.

*
“Akwai dalili day a san a ce ka zauna a wurin da yaran, kar ka yi mun tambayan banza! (I said you should stay there with the children, don’t question me woman)”

“It is not safe here…yes…we are not done with the war…don’t be a child, this is Allah’s command!”

“Ya makaranta? Zan zo in gan ku ina sanmu lokaci (How are their academics? I will come and see you people when I have the time…)”

Imam Husayn slowed his speech as someone opened the door and approached him, he cut the call and dropped the phone in his pocked

“Salaam alaikum” Mallam Kabiru greeted with mockery

“Ka zo yi a nan? What are you doing here” Husayin spat the words with his face clouded with hate

“The question Husayn should be, what are you doing?” Mallam Kabiru corrected

Husayn eyed the other Man with fury;

“If you have come here to show your pathetic face and waste my time then, I don’t have such leisure to give you” Husayn sat down and resumed writing

“I have come to look at the face of the man whom Iblis uses to destroy others, whose selfishness has grown so big like the great wall of china, who has lied to many with the holy name of Allah!” Mallam blunted out

Husayn raised his face and looked at his inlaw for a while, and busted out laughing sinisterly

“It’s like the many books you have been reading had weakened you more, when I look at you, all I see is a looser, a man who would have helped me bring fear and terror in this country but he chose to cower in his Library” Husayn stood up and walked to face his inlaw

“…you know what, you would have been seating where I now sit, but you blew it, my father convinced you to follow his weak believe and here you are, stupid and senseless as ever”

“I know what you did, I know your unholy romance with the politicians and your part in this whole crisis, you have wasted many lives yet you are not satisfied” Mallam scolded

“Oh! You know…ha ha ha ha” Husayn laughed like a man who has lost his mind

“…we are just beginning, you know the reason why you are still alive? I want you to see what this beloved country of yours and fathers’ will become as I crush it, I want you to see me play the biggest politics this country has ever seen and would ever see, I want you to witness me take back this sinful country and give it back to Allah…”

“And then what?”

“And then you would die like father, I will make sure it is painless”

“I wish my son would know the beast you are, I wish he would…” Mallam said

“Your son is also a beast, I raised him and I am watching him gradually becoming me, you have lost him Kabiru, the way you lost your wife…” Husayn cut in

“…You killed my wife! You led her to her death!”

“No…she chose the way of Allah, she took up the fight when you were a coward to perform your Islamic Duties” Husayn said

His eyes danced with victory, his voice raised with mockery,

“The Way of Allah is love not killing; ‘who ever kills a person, it is as though he has killed all mankind. And who ever saves life, it is as though he had saved all mankind’ Qur’an 5;32” Mallam said

“Are we not missing something in that quotation? You are missing a word my good friend; Who ever kills a person unjustly… the word is unjustly! And we have reasons to kill these infidels, they are enemies of Allah, friends of Iblis and Allah commands us to wage war against them; Sura 4;76 of the Qu’ran” Imam put in

“You interpret the holy book to please your selfish desires Husayn, Allah is merciful…”

“…To those that repent! Have you not read oh intelligent man? ‘Slay the Idolaters where ever you find them, and take them captive, and besiege them. But if they repent and establish worship…Allah is forgiving, Sura 9:5 of the Qu’ran” Husayin pointed, he was almost screaming

“You have read books Kabiru, yet you know nothing, I have pledge allegiance to the Caliphate, thousands more have done so including your son without knowing, this war is beyond you Mallam, go home and beg Allah for mercy for you will surely beg for your life from me” Husayn spat on the Mallam’s face

Kabiru wiped the spittle from his face and looked at the Imam with disgust

“Ehen…” Imam continued

“…Before you think of alerting the police or going to the media, don’t forget that Yusuf your son is part of this now, I will take joy in killing and using his skin as my praying mat...”

“One more thing” he continued

“…most of the security apparatus and government officials in this country know about me already, they all pay allegiance to me in one way or the other, so…” he threw his hands in victory and smiled

“True Jihad is the internal struggle of a believer to live out the Muslim faith as well as possible…” Mallam Kabiru tried Again

“True Jihad is Judgment to Unbelievers” Imam Husayn cut in, looking at Kabiru with challenge

i am so sorry the update coming late, i was very busy with work and kids yesterday that i barely opened my laptop. please forgive me

Thanks for the update... Can't wait to see next

Rosemary33:
i am so sorry the update coming late, i was very busy with work and kids yesterday that i barely opened my laptop. please forgive me

It's okay, Weldone Ma, thank you

Hahahahahahaha ma'am you are really a great writer. Your description on the setting makes it so real. And the one that bring back those nostalgic feeling of my childhood days is " bia ka anyi me ihe iberibe".
keep it up ma'am

Thanks for the update ma'am

you just can't help but love this story! thanks Rosemary for this beautiful work

We are following you bumper to bumper.

Aww, you guys make me feel like a Celebrity , I love you . Please bear with me today, I will write next episode tomorrow, its a promise .

You know na, when someone comes home after weeks of travelling(coughs) hahahhahaaa

Smith06:
We are following you bumper to bumper.

I will not disappoint Una

makuazini:
you just can't help but love this story! thanks Rosemary for this beautiful work

Makua, thank you so much, I am blushing o

Ann2012:
Thanks for the update ma'am

Ann, you have always believes in me, thank you so much

xaviercasmir:
Hahahahahahaha ma'am you are really a great writer. Your description on the setting makes it so real. And the one that bring back those nostalgic feeling of my childhood days is " bia ka anyi me ihe iberibe".
keep it up ma'am

I am laughing my head off right now

Mhhh...mhhhh... I will be going now to do my ehmmm.....you know ...(whispers) one day I will write a personal story titled " My Nnewi lover and I "

Still thinking about it though

Rosemary33:
Ann, you have always believes in me, thank you so much

Uwc ma'am

Rosemary33:
EPISODE 1

Jos, Nigeria August 29 2001.


Unguwan Rogo woke up to a violent crisis. Some called it religious crises, but to Ukwuoma, it was horror.

Sounds of guns, dark smokes that covered the sky as men and beast burnt in anguish, religious chants from young men intoxicated by anger and thirst for blood, pandemonium as victims tried to escape, running blindly and colliding with each other.

Those militants, they were everywhere, butchering and hacking their victims into pieces.
Fanatics have decided to rid the state of infidels.

‘‘Mama Okey!!!” She heard Uwa (Mama) Musa calling her while banging on the door

‘‘Mama Okey, open o. Abeg time no dey o, you still dey sleep you wan die?”

She rushed to the door and Uwa Musa let herself in with a force that nearly pushed her down.

‘‘Mama Okey, Wey the sidren (children) dey? oya bring them make Una begin go.”

Ukwuoma was more confused;

‘‘Go where? What is happening?” she asked Uwa Musa who has already gone to the bedroom to gather the children. She came back to the sitting room with Okey and Onyema, who were sleeping before she roughly lifted them from the bed. The seriousness in her face told Ukwuoma that something was not right,

‘‘Mama Okey, u no no wetin dey happen? abeg no dey ask question, oya make we see whether we go still find road cross you and the sidren go army barrack”

In a hurry, Uwa Musa, her neighbor who sells ‘Wake’ alone the road told her of the crisis while shaking her vigorously.

News of crisis rocking some remote villages in plateau state of Nigeria made the news some weeks, with the state government ensuring the people that the government is on top of the situation.

The state government also assured of the security and safety of the State capital, Jos. The sudden eruption of this crisis took the inhabitants of Jos unawares.

‘‘What of my husband? He is not yet back from the clinic” ukwuoma answered.

‘‘Ah Mama Okey! Dokita go find em way o, make we go barrack with this sidren first then u fit call Dokita your husband”

‘‘Okechuku please bring down that box On top of…..”

‘‘Ah! Iyamiri!! abeg no pack anything o, this people fit meet us here o” Uwa musa cut in

Disaster met them immediately, there was a bang at the door with a force that broke the door letting in some group of blood thirsty looking men, chanting religious war song, holding a half dead papa Okey with his limbs amputated.

‘‘Way dokita woman!” one of the men asked. His dark face smeared with blood, with his teeth darkened probably out of tobacco, and some part of the front teeth already gone

‘‘I say way dokita woman!!” he shouted again.

‘‘Daddy” Okey screamed, running towards his daddy,

Like in horror movies,Okechukwu’s head flew out of his body, as one of the men removed the head of the little boy with just one swing of his machete. The head stopped exactly in front of her with her son’s eyes wide open staring at her and his mouth moved as if he was calling her ‘mummy’.

She went cold like a statue with no tears or voice left in her. She was yet to understand what was happening to her, when Onyema, who was now crying and trying to hide behind her was dragged by one of the men, she fought for her son not to be taking like the other, she cried and kicked like a wounded tigress but how could she overpower them, with the horror of seeing her husband in their clutch, like a slaughtered pork samples in a meat store, and the lifeless head and limbs of her son, a deafening slap on her face, gave her a temporal relief, and sent her to total darkness.

Like solders sharing the spoils of war, they took turn to pleasure themselves in her weakness, her womanhood abused beyond mercy

Not knowing how long she had been on the floor in the pool of the blood and body parts of her loved ones, Ukwuoma stared, at first she thought it was all a nightmare, then stabs of pain jolted her back to reality, she sat up and her eyes roamed around what used to be her sitting room, and the pictures of her dead family members came back to her, their body parts scattered like animals on an ancient Egyptian sacrificial alter ready for Ra, the sun god. It all came back to her, the pain, the sorrow and the tears that refused to flow, the thick odor of dry blood filled the room. She sobbed, not like any other sob, but a bitter groan.

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Rosemary33:
I will not disappoint Una

ok ma'am. We believe in your ministry

Well done Rose