W ho is he really? An undercover?”
The call of my love, Rose woke me up the following morning. It is
always a sweet experience hearing her voice. “Baby,I will have to call
you later. We going for our morning drill, I love you.” That was how I
ended our conversation that morning.
It was 6:00am already, we were all out on the open field for our
morning drills and all. As we were jogging, a colleague of mine, Lanre
made me remember the incident of the previous evening. “Richard, can
you see that the Major is acting funny?” He asked me. He continued by
saying; “Is it that he doesn’t gyrate at all or why did he behave as
if he was not happy with our success yesterday?” . “I don’t really
know, I also observed that. But I don’t think we have to worry about
it. Maybe he was just trying to show his ego as the commandant and of
the highest rank in the camp” I replied him. We continued our drill
for that day, it was hectic but as a solider, it is bean-cake and
bread.
That time happens to be an election period in Nigeria. A section of
us were picked and distributed to supervise different voting centres.
We got there, everything was going on well until a set of young men
tried to cause a riot. On like what other military personnels will do,
myself and lanre calmed them down in a short while without any
violence. The people there were surprised and all they could do was
just to greet us, some even gave us money saying they loved the way we
handled the case and they left. Voting for that day was over and in no
time we got back to the camp. Lanre and I were in our tent when we
were summoned by the Major. “Oh God! What is it this time?” I asked
myself. On getting there we knew already that he was angry, “give me
100 push-ups in one minute” he commanded with all anger. “Who taught
you to behave like bloody civilians. Are you foolish? Who asked you to
say any word to anybody? If anybody is trying to prove stubborn, why
can you shoot?” He asked all these angrily. “Shoot to kill sir?” Lanre
asked. “Yes, shoot to kill I said” the Major replied. He ordered us
out of his tent when he was through ranting on us. The hatred of man
began to grow in my heart. I was beginning to suspect something about
him. what I was suspecting, I don’t really know but I knew something
must be wrong about the man. But will a soldier do than to obey
orders. I didn’t know what to do.
Training continued, vote supervision continued also for about one
week. Until another when we were all alerted that this time, the
terrorists were coming with war thugs (military vehicles). This time
there was no fear. Apart from handling ammunitions, we were also
trained to be military intelligence. That day was great, col. Yaro
shot just one bazuka (missile launcher) and all of their vehicles were
destroyed, all other surviving terrorists were shot dead in no time.
That particular operation took us about one hour. As the normal
tradition, we celebrated in the evening of that day as usual but this
time the Major was not present. “Go and call the Major to join us in
this celebration, he should be in his tent” col. Yaro ordered. As I
was approaching his tent, I was hearing a different language. I peeped
to check who it was, it was definitely the Major. That language is
never a Hausa language, it sounds like a foreign language. While I was
thinking about all this, I suddenly heard “who is that?” That was the
Major. “I was asked to call…….” He didn’t allow me to finish my
statement. “Shut up! I’m coming! Now go away.” Now I’m really
convinced that there is something wrong about him. We continued our
celebration and ended when we were all tired.
In my tent, I couldn’t sleep and I don’t know why. So I was just
surfing the internet, checking facebook, instagram and other social
media to while away time and to know what is happening in the outside
world, after being in the camp for more than three months. After doing
all these I couldn’t sleep still, my mind went straight to search
about Major Musa Yusuf. Google brought out some interesting thing
about him but there was a part of my screen that redirected me to
another page. Surprisingly, I saw a change of name, origin and
nationality attached to his profile. That was a convincing proof to me
that he is not among us. But who is he really? What does he want?
I will like to continue my story tomorrow…bye for now.
To Be Continued…
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