Locust Invasion

By CHIKA VICTOR ONYENEZI (Nigeria)

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                                                              CHAPTER 1

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ARRIVAL

Murtala Mohammed airport is as busy as it uses to be, flights taking off and flights landing. The flight from Lebanon landed at the airport. He breathes from his new environment, the air smells like hot metal placed in fire. All the places he has been, none has this type of air - (but it’s still cool).  The airport is a monument on its own. It’s up to international standard.
From the briefing Patton described how his contacts in Nigeria would look like.
Mohammed Amar dressed in Islamic fashion recognizes the delegates that came to pick him up with a coded sign. They had a green shirt or trouser each, and also they are three. Two things are there, is either the news of his arrival licked or these three men are them. They recognized Amar with his watch bearing drunken mariner in initial “Dr. Ma.” One of them approached him.

“You must be Doctor Ma.” The short gentle man approached with all confidence
“Yes.” Amar stared at them as though the where strangers, and at the same time thinking of his line of action; if the information about his arrival has licked then, this must be security personals. So to clear him self they must procure the code that was distributed ten minutes after his departure,
“OP LoIn.”, this he recognized as the short form of the code distributed ten minutes after his departure, for operation locust invasion.
“Yes.” “Confirmation code?” Amar requested (the confirmation code was sealed in an envelope and handed over to him, which he must not open till he enters Nigerian air space)
The short gentle man also replies “12logo13alpha100”
“Confirmed” Amar said, and give a little smile that says lets go kick them

The men gather confidence that this is who they are looking for. The looked like men Amar saw on the street of England trying to persuade English to pay reparation to Africa; he believes they have the same aim of liberation with those men.

“So how was your trip,” the short skinny man with gentle smile who introduces himself as Opute asks. The other, tough looking tall and muscular person introduces himself as Asarie. The last of them who is handsome, gentle introduces himself as Onyibo, he knows that the last of them is the most dangerous of them all; in all his working life the dangerous people is this people that looks gentle. Onyibo has a scare at side of his face; the scare seems as if he got it while rescuing someone who has been in a hell. All gentle dies tough for the bad guys Amar thinks. They walk out of the airport gate to board a taxi.

Nelson at the far end of the road picks them through his camera, three blacks, one Arab boarding an airport taxi. He clicks the camera, and takes full details of their movement.