A Collection of Short Stories
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Hymar David Angels of Redemption “And those who go to bed, climaxing with the devil Wake up militants, summoning God.” ** -Shittu Fowora. After some time, your muscles grow accustomed to the weight of the gun. You no longer suffer cramps from marching all day in the heat of the forest, craving sleep, water and home. Your reflexes sharpen, your senses become attuned to sounds other than twigs breaking under marching feet, urine hitting dead leaves scattered on the ground, and ushed exchanges in Hausa. You hear birds taking flight from umbrella trees as your troop approach, the whispering of the leaves as the wind pass through them; forest voices. You are becoming one with the forest and one of them. By the third day, you find a coil of rope from which you weave a makeshift sling to carry the weapon across your shoulder. Like you carried your bag when you went to school. Alfa barks instructions, his thickly bearded face conveying the menace he tries too hard to pass across with harsh words. But you are not afraid of him, he would not hurt you; he never used his whip back at the Quranic school. In the forest, the only thing that terrifies you is the excitement in the voices of the boys marching alongside you. Boys you grew up with. Boys you know. Or used to know. Their muted conversations are full of demolition, carnage and righteousness. They talk about their duty to the Prophet, the sacrifice they are more than willing to render. They ooze adrenaline and bloodlust. They put the fear of Allah in you. Yes, you fear Allah. You fear whatever can suddenly possess little boys my age , trap their budding adolescence in hourglasses of savagery, to make them believe they are angels of repercussions 3
Angels of Redemption Hymar David and redemption. How old is Sheu? Nine? Ten? And Garba and Usman, barely thirteen. What of Muda? You all knew he still had to be woken by his mother nightly mid-sleep so he doesn’t wet his bed. And Usman? Usman who had never won a fight at school or the streets. Usman who got beaten up by Jamila, a girl his age; here, talking about murder in the name of Allah, repeating everything Alfa told everybody the morning after the raid, like a venerable sacrament. It is hard to believe that barely five days ago, most of you were in your school shorts, playing four-aside after-school football with unripe grapefruits plucked from a tree beside the school grounds. Your shirts folded into Your bags, your names scribbled at the collars in case of mix-ups and thefts. “ Pass! Pass!” You remember Muda screaming vainly at Sheu. Sheu,best dribbler and ball hogger, faked a pass, drove past Usman and Ahmed, feinted a shot, displaced Saheed and drove home with his left. 3-0. “ Aliyu,” Ahmed’s voice brings you back. “ You never say anything.” You keep walking. Alfa says it would be half an hour more before you reach where the others are camped. You shift the gun from left shoulder to right, the balance offers no relief; you sling the rope over your shoulder, passing it across your body, under your right arm, the gun dangling behind you. 4 Tales from the Other Side
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Hymar David<br />
Angels <strong>of</strong> Redemption<br />
“And those who go to bed, climaxing with the devil<br />
Wake up militants, summoning God.”<br />
**<br />
-Shittu Fowora.<br />
After some time, your muscles grow accustomed to the weight <strong>of</strong> the gun. You no longer<br />
suffer cramps from marching all day in the heat <strong>of</strong> the forest, craving sleep, water and<br />
home. Your reflexes sharpen, your senses become attuned to sounds other than twigs breaking<br />
under marching feet, urine hitting dead leaves scattered on the ground, and ushed exchanges in<br />
Hausa. You hear birds taking flight from umbrella trees as your troop approach, the whispering <strong>of</strong> the<br />
leaves as the wind pass through them; forest voices. You are becoming one with the forest and one<br />
<strong>of</strong> them.<br />
By the third day, you find a coil <strong>of</strong> rope from which you weave a makeshift sling to carry the weapon<br />
across your shoulder. Like you carried your bag when you went to school. Alfa barks instructions,<br />
his thickly bearded face conveying the menace he tries too hard to pass across with harsh words.<br />
But you are not afraid <strong>of</strong> him, he would not hurt you; he never used his whip back at the Quranic<br />
school. In the forest, the only thing that terrifies you is the excitement in the voices <strong>of</strong> the boys<br />
marching alongside you. Boys you grew up with. Boys you know. Or used to know.<br />
Their muted conversations are full <strong>of</strong> demolition, carnage and righteousness. They talk about their<br />
duty to the Prophet, the sacrifice they are more than willing to render. They ooze adrenaline and<br />
bloodlust. They put the fear <strong>of</strong> Allah in you.<br />
Yes, you fear Allah. You fear whatever can suddenly possess little boys my age , trap their budding<br />
adolescence in hourglasses <strong>of</strong> savagery, to make them believe they are angels <strong>of</strong> repercussions<br />
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