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Jibril<br />
Olisaeloka Onyekaonwu<br />
Hide us; deliver us from our nakedness . . .<br />
Christopher Okigbo<br />
Lament <strong>of</strong> the Drums<br />
***<br />
Abu Danjuma read the letter for the third time. Each phrase brought with it recollections<br />
too powerful to shove aside. He remembered the wrongs he had done, the lives<br />
he had cut short. And satisfaction coursed through him. He felt as though he was floating in<br />
midair. He regretted that he did not discover the power that killing gave much earlier than now.<br />
He thought <strong>of</strong> men he had beheaded; <strong>of</strong> how easily his blade cut through the throat <strong>of</strong> his<br />
victims, how invincible the squirting blood made him feel. The vain struggles <strong>of</strong> the slaughtered<br />
gave him enormous power, a heady sense <strong>of</strong> euphoria. The women were disappointing; he<br />
raped them because the urge overpowered him, and he killed them because he had to. He<br />
never hurt children. There was something about children that arrests his senses, gave him<br />
chills. Their eyes—there was something about their eyes, both haunting and weakening.<br />
Sighing, he rumpled the letter into a ball. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he<br />
exhaled and wondered why it was that things had never felt so right. A crusade had never felt<br />
so successful even before it was executed, before it was even planned.<br />
He tossed the paper into a basket. He went to the mirror that hung on the wall <strong>of</strong> the half lit<br />
room, and when he looked into it, he grinned proudly at himself. He grinned because <strong>of</strong> what<br />
the letter from the supreme leader said.<br />
He was going to lead the kill.<br />
***<br />
52<br />
Tales from the Other Side