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Chapter 29: the tempest II
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La Requiem Chapter 30: the avalanche
"There has to be something," Aliyu voiced again minutes later and I was sure I was already lost, wallowing in the void the blackness created, in a state between sleep and reality, somewhere at the depths of dwam. "Our search would begin at dawn," I yawned faintly but still I could sense the rollercoaster ride his mind had launched into from where I sat. "No," he uttered, jerking his hand towards the way behind us, still engrossed in his scuttering cycle of thinking. "What are you proposing, we can't go anywhere without backup," I said sitting up from my relaxed position on the hard tree bark, a little more tense and alert now. "The lead said the game reserves but what if it's not," he declared again and it had me tilting my head seeking clarification. "You mean to say, we are going in the wrong direction?" "Well the Sambisa is the game reserve itself but the question now is where exactly inside this massive area of land," he continued, stating his idea and it h
La Requiem Chapter 31: the avalanche II
Some hours more and it felt like my insides were filled with a bulk of the sand that had been rising gradually. Undoubtedly, the light roughening and scratches on my skin were numberless due to the harshness of the wind and the constant grazing of its particles. This was one of those hard moments that made me wish I had toed the line of my childhood visions. Honestly, I had always imagined in utmost reverie, myself as the owner of a large chain of businesses. Though, those were only dreams because indeed life had other plans, one dreadful and the other by the name, Richard Young. My almost dark lips were scaled as I had been chewing on them to overcome and extinguish the pessimism that threatened to consume me from the core. "I have always wondered about the nature of the esteemed and widely-acknowledged organisation, the ICS," Aliyu began and his choice of small talk wasn't all that appealing to me as the whole agency had been engraved into the hardened shelves of my heart, afte
La Requiem Chapter 32: the avalanche III
I was frightened and dismayed at all that had just happened, shaken up with a prevalent numbness from the tip of my fingers in anxiety. 'There was no one with me', I repeated the thought with the news shocking and horrifying to myself as the night enshrined the earth with only the stars and the moon illuminating the vicinity like always.&nb
La Requiem Chapter 33: the flux
The sweat mixing with the fresh wound on my head, stimulating another throbbing feel of the intense pain. The tips of my fingers were at the brink with fragmented pieces falling into my eyes, obstructing my vision and inflicting more damage. Everything was against me in the fraction of this second as it was displayed and I could feel my hold slip off but still, I toiled with exertion till the pain in my hand made it known that I couldn't hold on any longer and I let go.
La Requiem Chapter 34: the flux II
We had descended from the slopes, away from the Rhumsiki while walking beneath the mountains where the shallow caves lay. The area was filled with so much green vegetation and arable lands with trees longer and leaves firmer."1967, All the way back to the Civil war," Aliyu began, his words a tale I was familiar with as we walked. "Ah amidst the coups of the five majors and the postwar economic boom, a strife between two emblems as the bloody Thursday befell, hence the calamitous Biafran war," I finished in summary of the most devastating and mournful history we've ever faced. "Indeed a verbatim without error," he smirked as my lips shaped into a smug smile."Moreover, The then Head of State, Yakubu Gowon had created secret bunkers around this area for a special military group at that time," Aliyu added, further explaining as we walked, disclosing something I hadn't been aware of."Bunkers?" I asked my tone evident of the surprise that his statement imbued."Yes Lade, Camp Zero, Camp
La Requiem Chapter 35: the comber
The adrenaline rush produced from the surge of the push had combined with the terrifying feeling of falling to my doom a second time in the space of 24hrs. Along the line, the fall entangled and sheathed us in unbearable dust and sand particles arising from the earth. The large stones and rocky bumps became a crippling effect to our beings seeing as the force at which we were rolling to the bottom of the slope made us rub against them numerous times. A second or two and I dropped, landing with a loud ‘thump’ and surprisingly a ‘splash' too as the water below began seeping in and soaking my clothes from the position at which I lay. My bones were crying for mercy as it was as if they too were being stiffened from the constant unwelcomed union to the ground. I felt too weak and fatigued as I squeezed my face seeking the will to move and regain my stance but then the next thing that followed was so similar to the rewinding of a track record as my ears remembered instantly, the rauc
La Requiem Chapter 36: the comber II
The whistle of the Scot pines in obedience to the soft flows of the wind, rising steadily at every second. The hours were lessening and soon this terrifying wind would occupy the whole North, leaving us stuck in the middle of no man's land. Some dried leaves that had fallen from the short and bushy trees that enclosed us, scraped the ground in the direction and command of the same wind that seemed to be the governor of all our predestination. Aside from the ease and relief I had felt when we had escaped once more from their sights, I was damn tired of being lucky all the time. I wished it to be all over as I had had enough of the constant threats and sprints to flee from the unbending enemy. Now I had found Bashir and I had thought it would be the beginning of our triumph but instead he came bearing more disheartening news, leaving me the more depressed and dispirited. "A moment of silence, A moment of summons," Bashir voiced, breaking through the tranquil and lonely
La Requiem Chapter 37: the shock wave
NARRATOR'S POV... The clarion calls of fate sound like symbols of the infallible tunes of infinite power and boundless knowledge, verity justified by that which is visible to the eyes of destiny only. Some say it is also that which lies in the innermost parts of the mind, rising from a soft subliminal monologue to an authoritative utterance which may be a warning or a means to an irrevocable end. Dreadfully today we hear the declamation of this call, being carried by wind throughout the air and even inside us. The complex and paradoxical demeanor of the mystery, Abubakar Shekau is seen wearing a white caftan with a bullet proof jacket strapped across. His feet were inserted into a leather sandal that looked brandished and constantly abused by the unfavourable weathers of the North. Possessing the title of the most wanted man in the country, the fearless loner Shekau, is said to be in his mid 40's. A part theologian and part gangster and although his predecessor Mohamme
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