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Olisaeloka Onyekaonwu<br />
Jibril<br />
After making certain the machine guns would not disappoint, Abu Danjuma walked<br />
determinedly out <strong>of</strong> the armory. Beside him was his assistant commander, the lanky Umar,<br />
who was notorious for severing his victims’ testicles before pulling the trigger.<br />
The two walked out <strong>of</strong> the bungalow, into the large open field hidden in the heart <strong>of</strong> the forest,<br />
to examine the vehicles that would be used to carry out the crusade.<br />
“You look disturbed, sah,” Umar said.<br />
Abu Danjuma gave a wan smile. “Do I?”<br />
“Yes, sah.”<br />
“I’m not.”<br />
“It will go fine, sah. You have never failed. Tonight we will prove our faithfulness to Allah.”<br />
“I do not worry about failure,” Abu said. “I only worry that there will not be enough people to<br />
kill.”<br />
***<br />
The first time Baba woke me up in the middle <strong>of</strong> the night was the day a scorpion stung my<br />
younger brother, Salim. Baba would later take a lantern and start a midnight hunt in the house<br />
for scorpions. He found none. When I went outside to know what was happening, I saw my<br />
brother, stripped waist down, his buttocks glistening, oily. Mother was rubbing something on<br />
his behind and he was screaming as though he was being circumcised a second time. That<br />
was three years ago.<br />
The second time Baba woke me up from sleep at midnight was today. My eyes snapped<br />
open and I found myself gazing upwards into the horrified face <strong>of</strong> Baba.<br />
“Get up, Jibril, get up now!” he instructed in panic. His breath smelt like cow dung.<br />
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