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( 8 )
"It's everything OK Reverend?"
"Everything's great. I don't think it's something we should discuss on phone."
Vince was mute for a sec. "...Let me cut the chase. God revealed to me in a trance. A woman was hurling you into a filthy trench. You were so frail that you couldn't struggle. The lady wore a mask. She resembled a masquerade. She succeeded in getting you to the hem of the trench and wanted to push you in when I woke." The Reverend's voice sounded like he was seeing the scene replayed right in front of him. "I am confused. Reverend." Vince said.
"Don't be. It's the devil. You've to be watchful. Do not let him get to you. Do not let him pull you back to the hole you have woken from. I wanted to ask, have you started seeing other women..."
"No... My wife has been all. I have been these years..." Vince stuttered. "Please Vincent visit today. Don't fail. We need to pray..." The line got cut before the Reverend could finish speaking. Vince intended in calling back the Reverend with his mobile phone but changed his mind since they would be visiting him today.
"Was that the Reverend? " Bianca asked s she hurriedly enter the living room with a tea pot. "Yes..." Vince replied. "What did he say? She asked while placing carefully the tea pot on the dinning table.
"Nothing important." Vince said head bowed. Bianca frowned at him. He lifted his head and continued: " Well, he wanted to ask how we are fairing. He sent his regards." Vince pulled one of the dinning seat backward and sat down the sec he arrived the dinning room. "Well how is he? " Bianca asked for the sake of a conversation while pouring tea from the tea pot to a tea cup. "He's fine I guess. " Vince said with a slice of sarcasm in his words that he himself didn't notice. "You are perturbed." Bianca said spontaneously with her arms crossed and pressed to her sunken bre-ast.
"No... Whats that even?" Vince grinned.
"You are about to give another reason to skip seeing him today. Just like last Saturday."
"No..."
"Yes. You keep bringing up these excuses. The Reverend helped us. Is the reason we are married today."
"You think I don't know? " Vince literally yelled at her.
"You were a broken man."
"Just shut up. Except you don't want me to take this. "
"I am sorry." Bianca said like she was actually remorseful."
Vince took a bite of bread as he watched Bianca who acted like she have been crying for long.
"The Reverend said he saw in a trance that I sank in a trench. He think we need prayers. " Vince said in a milder tone. "We need prayers indeed." Bianca said.
"I am trying love. I am trying not to go the old ways."
"I know..." Bianca pull to him. "You are a new man. But you don't have to distance yourself from God."

(7)
Vince was practically having a hangover from last night party. He felt heavier than he is practically. He felt a strong thumping on his head. He felt nauseated and partially blinded by an uncontrollable drowsiness. He felt he'd lost almost the entire memories from last night. Did he really see Liz. The mystery woman he'd one night stand with years back. The woman who never came by amongst all the women he'd brought home and fuc-ked. Is it karma? is it how nature plans to pay him? She didn't even acted like she remembered him . Why does he care even? She's married and so was him. Quite surreal he still felt a strong desire for her. Lust. Obsession. Love. No distinct word to describe. All he knows she was a woman he felt so connected to at a night stand. The woman he had the best se-x of his life with. Vince whacked his forehead with his forearm like whacking it would make the thought of Liz dissipate. "Hon, you're awake?" Bianca feminine voice rose from the kitchen and ran straight to the bedroom. Vince muttered vague words before saying: "Yes hon..."
"Do you want breakfast served in bed or...?"
"I am coming..."
Vince struggled to raise himself from the bed and sat straight. With the bed sheet sparingly covering his nudi-ty. He looked around for a pant to put on. He wore his pyjamas and literally staggered to the kitchen. Bianca was still in her transparent night gown. It showed her bare body. Her heaps and her watery as-s. She turned as she had his footsteps approach the kitchen. "Morning hon." She said while still attending to the dishes. Vince wrapped his arms around her soft body. "Please Vin. Let me be done." Bianca said playfully. Vince thought of bending her over. On the sink. And taking her from behind. But she swirled before he could make a move and pushed him backwards. "Go set the table." She ordered in mild tone.
"Come on. Let's finish what we started." Vince drew closer to her.
"My God! Vince it's morning. Get rid of those obscene thoughts of yours. We're visiting the Revered today. We've to be chaste."
"Says who? "
"Says me. Oh Vince I am not just in the mood."
"I will just set the table then..."
Vince expressed displeased as he walked out of the kitchen.
"Talk of the Reverend. He called. He wanted you to call him." Liz said like she hadn't just denied her husband of sex.
Vince walked without looking back. He walked to the telephone and dialed the Reverend. Ding! ding!
"Hello...Reverend."
"Hello. Vince. Thank God you called."

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(6)
"No, I don't..." Vince retorted and acted like he weren't startled by her question."I saw the way you were looking at her." Bianca said, brushing her hair over like her husband peeking at another woman wasn't as grievous as it seems. "I wasn't looking at her." Vince raised his voice slightly. "I guess I was just seeing things." Bianca said in a low depressed tone. "I am not cut out for these..."
"At least give me a reason that you weren't..."
"I weren't that's all..."
"I know you Vince remember. I know the kind of man you are. I know what you've done. I cannot bear..." Bianca had began sobbing. Vince drew closer to her and held her in his arms despite she was reluctant to get that close with him. "I promise you Bianca, I have changed." Vince said in a milder tone. "How can I be sure? " Bianca asked still sobbing. "I have dear, God knows. I don't know that woman. I will have nothing to do with her. I swear to our unborn children." Vince spoked like he was about shedding a tear. For some reason Bianca believed him having been in an eye contact with him through his speech. "I trust you dear, I just don't want the past to repeat itself." Bianca spoke Like she was relieved of a heavy burden. "I have changed no need to worry." Vince wiped the dried tears off her face and stroked her cheeks gently. "You're beautiful. No woman turns me on like you do." Vince said romantically. Vince pressed his lips to her cheek and breath out air to her chin. He kissed her from cheeks to her neck back to her cheeks and to her soft lips. All through it her eyes were shut and she had began squealing in form of a moan. Her fingers ran through his hairy chest. Vince had began outing a moan of his own despite he felt she was about pulling all the hairs in his chest. He quickly pulled her nightgown from the top. Revealing her teenage bre-ast. With her ti-ts as erect as his di-ck. She let him na-ked her as he had already pulled away the towel he had over his waist. He climbed on her with his mouth glued on her ti-ts for a minute. She nudged him forward in a position that his man-hood was in same position as her V. He hadn't began penetrating her when she began screaming "Oh! Vince..." When he started to fu-ck her. She writhe like she was in pain. Like he's di-ck was too big for her hole. "Are you ok hon?" Vince asked. "Yes..." She replied however her voice spoke differently. She was far from ok. Vince halted after he released a load of spe-rm in her. Surprisingly for him too he had cummed quickly. Something's changed about their sexual life he thought. Vince pulled from her and faced the other end of the bed literally panting. She moved and clutched her arms around him. Both cuddled in the bed till morning light. But when Vince woke she wasn't on the bed.

"Did you remember to shut the door?" "Yes Mum. But Dad's still out there." "Let him rot..." His body debased and started to rot. However when they woke in the morning they found him in the living room taking a nap. They've seen a ghost.

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(5)
"I am Vince Brown nice to meet you Ma." Vince shook Liz hands and parted as soon as Dan module gloated as it appeared that the hand shake was taking long. "She just got back from the Uk if you are wondering why her skin dazzles." Dan Module said as he pours wine from a bottle into his tumbler. "Dan have said nice things about you. That you're hardworking and submissive. It will be nice working with you." Liz said. "You will be working here with us?" Vince retorted. "It will be made official on Monday morning." Dan Module said amid alcohol in his mouth. "You seem surprised Vince?" Liz said. "No... not at all." Vince replied. Liz gave Vince a wicked stare; he shared in the stare too however he swiftly snapped off it like he was trying hard to repel the resurgence of the obsession he had on her years back. Vince suddenly felt a throbbing weight on his shoulder. It was his wife Bianca. "Good evening Sir and Ma'am..." Bianca said throbbing the shoulder of Vince once more. "Oh! Vince boy, tell me I am not wrong. This is that your Oyinbo wife." Dan Module said jokingly and heaved himself in order to give Bianca a kiss on her hand. Bianca let him have his way revealing her bleached hand to him as he got it ruffled with saliva. "Nice to meet you. What's the name? " Liz asked as both ladies shook hands. "Bianca. Bianca Brown." Bianca said. Vince could notice the mood swingon Liz's face. Her radiating smiles had all turned soar. She wore a grimace that made her look quite different from when she arrived the party.

All through most times in the party Vince was staring at Liz as she was seated at same spot sipping scotch. It reminded him of the time he met her in the bar. Vince was trying not to envisage the one night stand he had with her and couldn't get over. Even with his wife in his arms all he thought about was Liz. At the end of the party Vince didn't get a chance to bid Mr and Mrs Module farewell as they both left the minute Dan Module was done with his chairman's speech. Vince saw himself in the light of a reinvigorated obsession but he was married now and so was Liz. He's a devoted Christian now and it is a grave sin to indulge in the act of adultery with Liz. Even his lustful thought of her is a sin. Vince was more determined in clinging to his new found faith. There was no way he was going to give in to this Temptation. For him his past was over and he wasn't going to go back to his vomit.

Vince had returned from the bathroom having spent the early hours of the incipient morning in there. Bianca laid on the bed with her night gown on literally revealing her feminine endowment. "You look beautiful my dear." Vince said in a flattery manner. Bianca lifted herself up with her elbow on the pillow. "Do you know her? "
"Who? "
"Chief's wife..."

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(4)
Five years passed. Vince's moved as time flew. He got married to his long time fiancee Bianca. He turned a new live. He stopped his lascivious lifestyle and became fervent in church activities. Overtime he was able to secure a job in a multi-billionaire company and was promoted to company's manager in no time. With his expertise in financial accounting and project management he excelled at the job and became The company CEO's favourite. Vince bought a home in Lekki and was living the good life with his wife when his past made an unexpected arrival.

It was the company's end of year celebration party. Vince brought along with him his beautiful wife Bianca. She wore a red evening gown and he wore a black suite. Despite they didn't wear matching outfits they were the cynosure of the night. Bianca even as a naturally beautiful woman her make up made her look like an angel. Vince didn't look bad too. Even as always charming as he appears his suite made him look super responsible. His colleagues hovered around him as they kept asking. "Is she your wife?" - - Referring to Bianca. "Oh! what beauty."

Soul music played in the background. People danced to it. Well not in apparent accordance to the rhythm. They danced with a glass of wine in their hands. Couples. Friends. Acquaintance. Colleagues. Vince raised his glass for a toast with his wife beside him. "I want to use this avenue to wish Dan Module Group of Companies more business years and to my beautiful wife a Happy anniversary...Cheers." There were lots of cheers in the air. Indistinct jeering. Boisterous gyrating.

The party became wax cold with the en route of the company's CEO Chief Dan Module with his beautiful young wife. He's a grey man in his late sixties. Of average height and a protrude stomach. He wore a plain agbada. He's ushered in with awe to take a seat at the front alongside his wife who wore an evening gown that exposed her cleavages. She's fair skinned and have a saucy brown eyes. One after the other his employees came to greet him and his wife. Not too long, Vince came to greet to him. "Chief..." Both men shook hands. Dan Module expressed that he had as much respect for Vince as Vince had for him. "Meet my most loyal and dedicated staff. " Referring to Vince. "Meet my wife Vince." At that moment Vince was astounded. He knew the woman. He knew his Boss wife. She raised her right hand to initiate a handshake. Vince became rather more astonished the Lady became even puzzled. "I am Liz, you are? "

(3)
Vince arrived the bar he met Liz almost the same time he arrived the bar the previous night. He walked straight to the same spot he met her. Close to where drinks are served. He balanced on one of the stools close to the high table and looked around to see if there was a sign of her somewhere. He ordered for a drink and kept ordering till he began feeling tipsy. Almost into the dusk of the day there was no sign of Liz. He'd began caressing her ring with his index finger when someone from his behind tapped him. He quickly swirled to look at the person. The light of the bar hazed the person's appearance. Though at first he thought it was alcohol working on him. The figure became conspicuous in no time. As it became apparent it was a woman standing in front of him. She wore a blue revealing blouse and a pencil skirt. "Do you mind if I sit here?" The lady said, pointing to a stool close to his. "No, I don't." Vince replied. The lady sat leg crossed on the stool. Brought out a packet of cigarette from her bag. Pulled a stick out and lit it on with her lighter as Vince watched. "Do you smoke," the lady asked. "No..." Vince replied. The lady hissed and puffed out the first smoke. "She didn't show up? " the lady quizzically asked. "Who? " Vince replied like he was bewildered by the lady's question.
"Oh, I thought you were expecting someone."
"No one..."
"Are you suffering from heartbreak?"
"Something of that nature."
"Oh! you too handsome to be sad. Cheer up. "
The lady rubbed her palm gently on Vince cheek. Vince blushed in form of a short giggle and the lady howled.
Vince's a very charming man this apparently explains why women readily throw themselves at him. Though Vince mission was in meeting Liz again but in her absence another promiscuous woman have thrown herself at him there was no way he could let the opportunity pass him by.

He took the lady to his apartment. She un-dressed herself even before Vince's thought of it. First, she pulled her blouse and bra off revealing her sumptuous bre-ast then he pulled her skirt. Leaving only her panties which slightly exposed her V. She glide on the bed of which Vince laid flat watching her. She swirled her bre-ast, making Vince to struggle to hold it still. He squeezed her nip-pple with his hand and it seemed like dried milk were about dropping so he placed his mouth there and sucked it like a kid. He's merge was hard and he was more than in the mood as she kissed his chin and he returned the favour by bending her over and smudged her bottom and inserted his finger in her V before un-dressing and finally doing the real deal. She squirmed and moaned like she was about hitting orgasm all through . To Vince he was offering her more pleasure than he was getting. He was pounding another woman but he couldn't stop thinking of Liz. He wondered whether she'd casted a spell on him. For he couldn't concentrate. After the first round he stopped. His pe-nis had become flaccid though she begged him for another round he ignored her and went to his bathroom. He blamed his deficient sexual drive on the drink but while in the bathroom only a thought of his sex with Liz turned him on that he wan-ked a load of se-men in his hand.
The next morning he thought the lady would disappear too but to his dismay, he woke to find her still on the bed cuddled in the blanket his fiancee bought for him on his birthday.

(2)
Vince woke the following morning to hibernated memories of the night before dawn. Liz was gone. To him the lady he had an unusual one night stand with had absconded before the en route of day light. How she manage to escape the fuss and skillfully got out of sight without him noticing puzzled him. There was something about this woman he thought. Apart from her eccentricity and subtleness she possessed this mystical spark that lights up a plethora of mysteries. She was gone but it seemed she was still there with him in the room. He could still perceive her scent. He could still hear her moan in pleasure. He could still feel her soft lips pressed towards his. He could still feel her ti-ts in his hand. He could still feel how deep her hole was. Whether it was burgeoning obsession he'd developed for her or it was love or lust. Vince was least concerned having spent the early hours of the morning cuddling the sheet both of them had sex on. Vince was more than fixated in finding Liz. He promised himself he would meet her again. He would meet the woman he'd just had the best sex of his life with.

Vince's Apartment came alive with the morning sun peeking through the transparent curtains. Vince living room didn't appeared like he lived alone. Though the mess from last night were very evident. Vince had mess on his own prior to last night. His shoes, coats and trousers littered the floor and the couch. His electronics were dusty like there was a sandstorm in his apartment. Unattended dishes reeked from the kitchen. Vince however prepared himself flakes and was having a feel of it while watching a football match on TV when he heard a ring from his doorbell. He quickly ran to the door and opened. A young lady stood at the terrace with a spectacle and cornrows on. She's slender and have a fiery pale skin. "Good morning Sir, are you Mr Vincent Brown ?" She said with her bucked tooth braced. "Yes." Vince replied. She handed a fat envelope to him after he signed on her register. She bided him farewell as he clasped the door to its frame. The fat envelope unfortunately turned out to be piles of files as Vince opened it. He switched off the TV. Logged in details of the files on his PC. And was on his way to his room to get a flashdrive when he stepped on a ring. He picked it up, it was a gold ring; engraved on it was ELIZABETH. As ridiculous as it was for Vince that he didn't even know the name of the woman he brought home last night he now had a substantial reason to look for Liz...

(1)
Liz was seating at the extreme end of the bar. Taking a drag of cigarette and a sip of scotch when Vince walked in. A fine young man with perfectly carved beard and a muscular physique. He wore a silk coat and tight jeans. He walked straight to the bar attendant and made an order. "Wine, please, something not too strong." Liz moved from where she was seated to where Vince stood and watched as he caressed the tumbler handed to him by the bar attendant. Quite hesitant to say a word to Vince. She turned to the bar attendant and made an order. "Another round please." Stamped her empty glass on the table and pushed herself forward that the hem of the table felt the weight of her breast. "Don't you think you have had too much?" Vince asked facing her. "What, you're afraid to carry me home?" Liz asked mixed with a brief giggle.
"I don't even know you."
"You don't have to know me. "
The bar attendant passed a full glass of scotch to her and she gulped it not letting a minute pass and it almost seem like she was about to swallow the glass.
"I am Vince by the way. "
"I am the devil, if you are wondering what sort of a woman I am."
"You are drunk."
"Are you such a bad judge of character? Let me help you, you are married with a probably overworked wife and children issues. You came here to clear your mind and you meet this lady who is apparently opposite of whom you perceive as a decent woman."
"You are wrong, I am not married." Vince retorts.
"Oh!! that makes the two of us; underachievers." Liz said jokingly. Both shares a brief laughter for a moment before Vince had a sip of his drink and grimaced. Liz laughed at him and said, "My mother use to ask, why try what you are not good at?"
"You are right, I don't belong here, so does you. Come with me. Have a warm shower and a rest."
"Do you mean, come with me and lets have a *Bleep*?" Liz said.
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Because you are a man and all men are the same."
"I am different believe me." Vince said confidently.
Liz took a long stare at Vince. At his reddened lips. His smokey eyes. The upper phase of his hairy chest as revealed by his slacked shirt. He kept biting his lower lip and that made her hor-ny. This was a man she had just met in the bar. Amid the loud music and the derailing clubbers. "You remind me of someone." Liz said.
"Who, your ex? " Vince asked.
"It doesn't matter he is dead."
Liz wore a tight translucent short black gown that revealed her irresistible heaps and thighs. She is an apparent beautiful woman despite the club's red flickering lights dimmed her looks. Vince kept staring at her ti-ts which appeared stretched from her gown.
"Do you care for a dance?" Vince asked.
"I can hardly stand straight," Liz replied.
"Come on." Vince hauled her to the center of the dancehall and both shared a few dance steps before Vince planted his lips on her lips and they sucked their breath into one another's mouth.
Vince took advantage of the moment. He brought her to his apartment to his bedroom. Un-dressed her and had her moan in pleasure as he penetrated her. They made love through the night but when it was morning to the dismay of Vince Liz was gone.

Disclaimer: Please note that this story is rated 18+ Anyone below the age range is advised not to read for it contains incessant use of sexual languages and strong description of sex scenes. Please also note that the author has made this story as original as it can be in order to avoid telling a story already told in this platform.

( 9 )

Moments later, the insurgents separated us from our parents. They hurled Pa and the others to the end of the road."It is time," the Chief Commandant proclaimed. The insurgents held our hands together in a tight grip with their scrawny hands. Pa didn't say anything to me, he just smirk at me. The looks on Pa face confused me. He didn't appear scared. He appeared composed. More disturbing thoughts I was having was about the ulterior motives of the insurgents. What are their reasons for bringing us to a deserted suburbs? For planning a reunion with our folks in an eccentric manner. It was uncertain what they were to do to our parents. The Chief Commandant kept whispering to his men. He appeared unstable and disconnected. He kept thwacking their skulls like hitting it would bring his senses back.

One of the insurgents. Black eyed, brawny shoulders and gangly physique. He wore a faded satin and white washed kaftan. He took out a dagger and slit the throat of Rua'za's father who was standing at the end of the line. Rua'za screeched loud and tried forcing himself out of the strong hold. I'd began weeping but Pa was still smirking at me. I wanted to scream wild when it was Pa's turn.

I watched as Pa was maimed and murdered. I didn't flinch. I couldn't cry. Been held tightly by two scrawny men. I was faint like air. I was dry like dust. I watched as he was rolled away. He's nice khaki scrubbed the ground. His dead body was heaved amongst other dead bodies. Even the ones they pulled out of their vehicle trunk. They built a pyramid with the dead bodies at the middle of the road. They spewed fuel at it and raved it. I watched as it was burnt to ash.

Taj angrily seized a sling from the coat of one of the insurgents. He whacked the sling over the head of the Chief Commandant. The Chief Commandant had began to bleed profusely when the other insurgents overpowered Taj and smashed his bones till there was no bones to thwack. The insurgents pulled the rest of us into their vans without resistance. We'd become drained and exhausted. I was more drained. While the others boys bawled I thought of Pa. I thought of how true what I witnessed was. Whether it wasn't all a terrible nightmare. One moment I enjoyed been joyous and the next moment I'd become burdened with sadness. I wondered whether this grief would ever die away. I felt a void deep in my heart. A void filled with darkness. I'd lost all hope in humanity and any possibility of man ever doing good. The more I thought I thought of dying. They should have taken my life instead. I wished our van run into a dam and become submerged and all of us drowns in it. I couldn't bear the loss anymore. I was but a boy. No boy should undergo the pains I was going through. As the van rode into darkness all I thought about was revenge. I was going to avenge Pa's death...

( 8 )
The insurgents took us to a border village. Taj, Moidu, Rua'za and I. The village occupied a small mass of land. With scanty huts built with red muds and raffia palms. It felt like home. Stray goats prancing against the wind. Frays between cattle and herders. Pigeons flying to their stead. Boisterous children playing in heaped sands. Women with exposed tits drying cow's skin under the heated sun. Old scrawny men breaking rocks with hammers. I could perceive the smell of days old cow milk and spicy porridge on burning woods. I'd began having nostalgic feelings. Home was all in my mind. My beautiful grazing village in Adamawa.

The insurgents hurled us into a trench. For days we fed on bird's food and stale cow milk. We were isolated from the rest of the village dwellers. At night, we were visited by rustling termites and mosquitoes with terribly long proboscis. Despite we had become so thin that our bones were very conspicuous and we could feel the edge of our ribs. We'd become fat with sores. We were only heaved out of the trench whenever we wanted to defecate or were offered audience with the Chief of the border village.

Pa was coming to free me. He was going to pay a ransom to the insurgents so they could free me. Same was applicable to the other three boys. "We cannot be sure, they would release us to our parents, Taj said. "I mean, we have seen them do terrible things. These people lack even an ounce of compassion, He continued. "I doubt too oh," Moidu retorted. "We just have to pray, they keep to their words," I said. "The only reason, they will release us, is if our parents pays them money; like they care about our lives even," Taj said.

At the fortnight of our stay in the border village. The insurgents lifted us off the trench with sturdy ropes. Like one would heaved a bucket of water from a deep well. Our parents must have arrived and must have paid the ransom. They tied our both hands strongly with the same ropes they used in lifting us up from the trench. And put a sack cloth over our heads. They forced us into a van and sped frantically for hours before the van tumbled into a tree trunk. They hauled us out from the van into the open. I could hear others also been hauled out. They removed the sack cloth off us. It was night. A blue night. The full moon lighted our faces.

Standing adjacent to me was Pa. I swear it could have been an apparition. Not until he ran and embraced me. He crushed me into his arms and couldn't stop crying. I couldn't stop crying too. I was elated with plethora of tears. Pa was with me in flesh and he had soaked my ringworm infested hair with his drooling tears. There were so many questions I wanted to ask him. "Pa did you see Ma too?" "What of Nimi?" "How did you contact these people?" "What's on your mind?" He moved his head from mine and faced me. His eyes were bloodily red. He smirk at me and wiped the tears off my face. His palms after he wiped my tears were wet and black like charcoal...

(7)
I had a dog, I named it Tiger because he had a fiery pale skin, inverted canines and could run like a tiger. We used to hunt wild rodents
together. On a particular day on one of our expeditions. He outran a squirrel and fiercely gorged out the eye sockets of the squirrel. He snagged his neck and blemished his furred skin. We watched it writhe and die slowly. I felt bad for the squirrel and had it buried instead of bringing it home. The next time I tried cajoling Tiger for another expedition. He refused to come with me instead it chased after cats and chickens. One night Tiger was poisoned; he died slowly like the squirrel.

One of the insurgents called Rabiu, have a teeth like Tiger. He's face was very black that I imagined he rubbed charcoal every morning when he wakes. Rabiu for weeks have been trying to free Nurudeen. Nurudeen is a Rabiu's cousin from the maternal side I heard. Nurudeen's family had contacted Rabiu. They were willingly to offer money for Nurudeen's freedom.

On a particular night, we were all asleep. Rabiu sneaked to our side of the camp. He absconded with Nurudeen. Out from the camp's light. Managed to escape to a hinterland. And was on the verge of getting to the mainland when the other insurgents cornered them at the brink of dawn. They ordered Rabiu to slit the throat of Nurudeen. He stabbed his neck instead with a dagger. Nurudeen was also butchered at the spot.

The Chief Commandant had us rallied out of our rooms. He ordered the other insurgents to flog us under a scorching sun. As we laid flat on the ground naked. He warned that grave consequence awaits anyone who attempts to escape.

"If a dog bites his owner, the owner must kill it and eat it. Whenever a servant has become disloyal, he's no longer servant. He likes to be a master too. But there are no two masters. Only one on earth and one in paradise. Feed carcass to dogs, not dogs to carcass..."

I watched almost nauseated as the Chief Commandant devoured the leg of a sizzling hot squirrel. Seating across from where I sat. I wondered if it was true what I have been told that I was getting freed.

(6)

I dreamt, I saw Pa, he stretched his arms out. Towards mine. I was almost off a cliff. I stretched my hands forward against his. But the more I pushed the more he drifted away. He loathed he was incapable of saving me. It was killing him deep. I let myself off the cliff. Along with the twirling wind I raced into an ocean. Into a shark's mouth. I heard Pa's voice from the distance. It was loud and piercing. His voice never dissipated until I woke.

The insurgents hurled us out from a van. We were ten boys. We looked tattered and rickety. Five of the boys were of same heights with me. And the other fives were ridiculously tall. They arranged us in a single line and pulled us into a single room in same uniformity. The insurgents forced us UnCloth from our rags and hauled us to the open to bath with steaming water and black soaps.

Later in the day, we were dressed with long garments and improvised explosive devices were tucked around our chests and waists. They filled us out at the brink of nightfall as three long military buses were parked at the entrance of the toppling camp. We were going to be taken to market places. To bus stations. To blow ourselves and other innocent people the insurgents referred as apostate. They threatened they will kill our family if we didn't adhere to their instructions.

We were lined like plagued animals waiting to be quarantined. We waited to be conveyed to town so we could do god's will . A voice rose from the crowd . One of the insurgent. He tied a thick scarf over his head. He wore a military jacket. He walked briskly towards us. "Who's Bidan? He asked, I was so petrified that I couldn't answer, I couldn't move even. I was literally trembling. He lifted his scarf off and lowered his face towards me. His face was terribly scared and excessively black. He looked familiar; like someone from my village.

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(5)

I was three weeks old in our captor's den. We never heard a word from the outside world. We were all at that moment looking frailed and malnourished. Our hands and legs were jointly tied with sturdy ropes. We were strapped in a dim filthy room with less ventilation. For weeks I didn't shower. The stench from my skin nauseated me even more than the room did.

The day we were rallied out of the stinky room was the day the withe got separated from the shaft. They had the non-conformists stoned and beheaded in the open. I heard they filmed them. To send to the authorities in the outside world per se. I was among the withe. I accepted the religion of our captors. They spared my life so I could partake in the holy war and die gloriously.

The last time I was in church was during baptism. Ma and Pa got baptised. I refused to sink low in a dirty murky pond while the priest hallowed, "he that is born in christ is born anew." It was kind of ironical, same pond Pa would flog the hell out of me if i swam in was same pond he got dipped in and all his sins were to dissipate. Because he was not just born anew in christ but was born out of a pond water. I imagined a new man arose when Pa was lifted off the pond. But I was mistakened, it was Pa who didn't need a second to whack sense into me if I ever bath in the pond after school.

I was only a boy, I understood few things about life. I couldn't understand why we go extra miles in pleasing a god that we do not see at peril to the humans we could see. Just as my captors had killed thousands of innocent people in glory of an invisible god. One thing I knew was that I wasn't going to be of service to their god. To a god who is delighted by the killing of so-called profanes. What kind of god derive pleasure from the mishaps of people?

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It was morning though it appeared as night. Dark clouds walked the earth. The voices of the roosters in our yard ran straight into our house. The groggy bleats of the goats in our stead filled the air. The morning wind sends whimpers to my spines. I was still curled up on the bed with a thick blanket over me.

I presumed, Ma was still asleep. Having attended to nocturnal Nimi all through the night. It was school day however hailing to the morning cold I was intending of boycotting school. Pa had night duties so he remained at Yola. I must have been half way to heaven. When I felt my head vibrate. An almost deafening strike right at my forehead. I stood swiftly from the bed. Before Ma howled out, "Bidan, won't you go to school?" Ma was dressed in her favourite flowery patterned gown. She held Nimi with her right arm, whom seemed like she'd slept through the night. I drooled with no apparent word to say. And was heading reluctantly to the bathroom when Ma said, "Oh! Bidan, you wet the bed again. You are such a little boy." I was ten. I was Nimi's big brother. Should have been a big boy and not wet the bed every night. But it seemed uncontrollable. Like the situation I was in. I couldn't control been conveyed against my will from one dumpsite to another at the eves of day and death of the night.

The Chief Commandant voice filled the surroundings. High pitched. Like he spoke with his lungs, "Better days are ahead my friends. When all your lives shall matter. Better serving God. Our friends has supplied our needs. Hence, there would be no need feeding on your wretched meats. Prepare my friends. Cause the holy war is about to be fought again."

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The truck we rode in was luminously dark. I couldn't see the sad faces of others. I could only hear them cry loud. I could only hear them sneeze loud. The tears in my eyes must have dried up because they were no longer rolling down my cheeks. I only snivelled and whimpered. The truck was so stuffy that i perceived others reek more than mine. A strong smell of fresh dead bodies. The truck had rode frantically non-stop for hours. On to a deserted path, the truck swerved to a halt. Leaving the tyres rolling for a minute or two. Away from the growling of the truck's engine. I could hear screeching tyres from other trucks.

We were hauled out from the trucks by three masked insurgents into the open. It was dark. Half the moon stretched from the sky. We separated to two. Males to the right. Females to the left. A bigger truck arrived the scene. The females were forced into the bigger truck. I couldn't have mistaken, I saw Ma been held in the crowd. As the others were heaved into the back of the truck. "Ma," I yelled. I moved hurriedly to meet up with her. Almost in her arms, I was sidetracked by one of the masked insurgent. He pushed me to the ground and repeatedly whacked me with his boot. While I writhed and struggled on the ground. I could hear Ma cry out, "leave him alone, he's only a boy." The Masked insurgent didn't stop until I blanked out. Ma's voice slowly dissipated. And that was the last time I saw or hear her.

(2)

I lived in a small farming village in North Adamawa. Close to the ends of north. It sits on rocks and hills. It appears most times like its elevated in the sky. It has a swinging climatic condition. There are times its so cold that it shrivelled the rocks and times its so hot that it literally boils our skins. Our village is mainly inhabited by old men and women and children. Most able-bodied young men and women from our village lived in Yola or other cities in search of a greener lane. The most predominant occupation is farming and cattle herding. Ma taught in a secondary school at the neighbouring village, of which I attended its primary school. Pa worked at Yola in a construction company as a security officer.

The night the insurgents raided our village, Pa was at Yola. They rode their war tanks and trucks into the heart of our village. They fired shots incessantly from their riffles to the sky, into our huts and raved it to the ground. They took women and children captive. Hauled into their trucks. While they slit the throats of our old men at the entrance of the village. Their bloods spewed on our soil and dead bodies littered on it. None of our wails and cries perturbed the insurgents from speeding off with us compressed in their trucks. I cried till my eyes protrude and almost jotted out. I couldn't find Ma and Nimi. Did they escape? Or where they in the other trucks? The trucks glide on the road and in no time our village had disappeared.

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I took time off grief, watching the sun from end. As it moves closer and closer to the surface. It became bigger and bigger. Bulged and wider. Stretched and bright. Fiery white. Like yellow butterfly. The sun rays swirls like dragonflies. It formed a spectrum. Became patterned like a rainbow. Even when my eyes were shut, I saw it bold and beautiful. The light from the sun raved my face. It boiled it like yam in a metallic pot on hot coal. I let my tongue to absorb its heat. Like I did once with hot yam and missed Ma's peppersoup for a week because my tongue was nearly burned out.

"Get up lazy hens," one of our captors bawled in Hausa. He was the tiniest and most fierce amongst them. He hauled the first boy who was seated at the end of the line on my right hand side. Whom I presumed was also carried away by the cryptic powers of nature. He hauled the other boys too, who could hardly stand straight. I stood swiftly before he could get to me and had to start moving before he said move. Move was all we did for the last weeks. From safe heaven to hell hole to devil's playground. It has been one ceaseless itinerary to God's no where. Some of us were left behind. Rotting meats for wild animals. Some were even fresh meats for our captors soups. We had an impoverished white skinned rats and its tasteless juice two days ago and carried empty stock of drums days later. Forced to chant prayers in a language we could not understand. While they fed on our meat. I couldn't understand why they hadn't hanged us all to end our tribulations. The Chief Commandant once stated, they were preparing us for a greater cause. A greater cause we were yet to discover.