I had hired a Keke Marwa, taken
two Okada; in search of fuel for my 10-litre jerry can. With
the sun at its peak. No electricity, but high bill and sleep for my
people is hellish without ventilation.
So there was no particular reason to be
patriotic.
But there it was...
There was lump in my throat, a swelling
in my chest and it was all I could do not to stand at attention and
salute (bloody civilian) as it went slowly, but majestically, by:
An Army convoy: wicked-looking
vehicles, apocalypse-like guns mounted (Gatlin, I think) and soldiers
standing straight as a rod.
It soon went out of sight and, sweating
under the raging sun, I continued my hunt. Total that was rescuing us
from shysters suddenly decided not to sell to any one carrying jerry
cans in a bid to curb supply to black marketers. So my tour ended up
with, yes, same black marketers: N200 a litre.
And those soldiers? I don't know o. But
I am certain that the Chibok girls are not anywhere near my house and
Sambisa Forest is up North!
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