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Locust Invasion

By CHIKA VICTOR ONYENEZI (Nigeria)

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  CHAPTER 4

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THEY BARE THEIR TEETH ON OUR SILOS

                                                            

                                                   
NIGER DELTA                                                       [12:30, 2 NOVEMBER 2006]           

                               
The sandy beach looks beautiful, a variety of ferns growing beside the river.

“Truly nature is wonderful, J’ai adore la nature,” Amar whispers, he whispered to the air as though the can send his message over to this lovely grasses and flowers.

Amar ignites the engine of the flying boat, Locust 1, 2 and 3; sit at the left side while Locust 4, 5 and, 6, sit at the right, each clutching an AK-47 rifle, except Locust – 4 who had a special snipers rifle, which defines him. Locust 4 was a sniper in the Nigerian Army. He was trained in Sand Hurst and China. He has reputation in long-range shooting and his friends call him “Dimka.” Dimka is the military officer that shot Nigerian President Mortala Mohammed. Onyibo is busy arranging the explosives that would blow sixteen feet below the sea. Onyibo plays with explosives as if they are toys. He served the Nigeria Navy; he had a course on explosives at India and U.S.A. He is also one of the best in his unit then. Amar directs the speedboat as if he has been there before. He is an expert map-reader, tick smokes of Cuban cigar puffed from his nose, and he is wearing a holster with two 42.2 revolvers.
Like brave sailor Amar sailed to what he calls elder ado; where he gets his wealth from. He knows the map like hail, all the water channels, all the international boundaries, all the creeks. The people he feels he should know are these fishermen casting their net upon the river; their kids helping them. The serve as a wonderful site to him– maybe one day he will be fishing with hiss own son – in the western world; where they don’t cast heavy knitted nets.
The men sits quietly, organized as though they are under their various commanders. He did not a personnel encounter with any of them, to know how they feel about their land; where the whites wipe their ass on– and the government rapes. All that is in his mind is to execute this job as fast as smooth as ever and frustrate this fat belly white men.

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