Story: Dance In The Graveyard - Season 1 Episode 2

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Story: Dance In The Graveyard - Season 1 Episode 2

“who is he really? An undercover?”

The call of my love, Rose woke me up the following morning. It is always a sweet experience hearing her voice. “Baby,I will have to call you later. We going for our morning drill, I love you.” That was how I ended our conversation that morning. It was 6:00am already, we were all out on the open field for our morning drills and all. As we were jogging, a colleague of mine, Lanre made me remember the incident of the previous evening.

“Richard, can you see that the Major is acting funny?” He asked me. He continued by saying; “Is it that he doesn’t gyrate at all or why did he behave as if he was not happy with our success yesterday?” . “I don’t really know, I also observed that. But I don’t think we have to worry about it. Maybe he was just trying to show his ego as the commandant and of the highest rank in the camp” I replied him. We continued our drill for that day, it was hectic but as a solider, it is bean-cake and bread. That time happens to be an election period in Nigeria. A section of us were picked and distributed to supervise different voting centres. We got there, everything was going on well until a set of young men tried to cause a riot.

On like what other military personnels will do, myself and lanre calmed them down in a short while without any violence. The people there were surprised and all they could do was just to greet us, some even gave us money saying they loved the way we handled the case and they left. Voting for that day was over and in no time we got back to the camp. Lanre and I were in our tent when we were summoned by the Major. “Oh God! What is it this time?” I asked myself. On getting there we knew already that he was angry, “give me 100 push-ups in one minute” he commanded with all anger.

“Who taught you to behave like bloody civilians. Are you foolish? Who asked you to say any word to anybody? If anybody is trying to prove stubborn, why can you shoot?” He asked all these angrily. “Shoot to kill sir?” Lanre asked. “Yes, shoot to kill I said” the Major replied. He ordered us out of his tent when he was through ranting on us. The hatred of man began to grow in my heart. I was beginning to suspect something about him. what I was suspecting, I don’t really know but I knew something must be wrong about the man. But will a soldier do than to obey orders.

I didn’t know what to do. Training continued, vote supervision continued also for about one week. Until another when we were all alerted that this time, the terrorists were coming with war thugs (military vehicles). This time there was no fear. Apart from handling ammunitions, we were also trained to be military intelligence. That day was great, col. Yaro shot just one bazuka (missile launcher) and all of their vehicles were destroyed, all other surviving terrorists were shot dead in no time. That particular operation took us about one hour. As the normal tradition, we celebrated in the evening of that day as usual but this time the Major was not present. “Go and call the Major to join us in this celebration, he should be in his tent” col. Yaro ordered. As I was approaching his tent, I was hearing a different language. I peeped to check who it was, it was definitely the Major.

That language is never a Hausa language, it sounds like a foreign language. While I was thinking about all this, I suddenly heard “who is that?” That was the Major. “I was asked to call…….” He didn’t allow me to finish my statement. “Shut up! I’m coming! Now go away.” Now I’m really convinced that there is something wrong about him. We continued our celebration and ended when we were all tired. In my tent, I couldn’t sleep and I don’t know why. So I was just surfing the internet, checking facebook, instagram and other social media to while away time and to know what is happening in the outside world, after being in the camp for more than three months. After doing all these I couldn’t sleep still, my mind went straight to search about Major Musa Yusuf. Google brought out some interesting thing about him but there was a part of my screen that redirected me to another page.

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Surprisingly, I saw a change of name, origin and nationality attached to his profile. That was a convincing proof to me that he is not among us. But who is he really? What does he want? I will like to continue my story tomorrow…bye for now.