“ya allah! Me jina!” That was exactly what I heard Aisha scream.
It all happened so fast, my mind was in a mess and I was in no way quick to react. One of the soldiers rushed in and hit me hard on my lower back with a heavy baton; the force of the hard wood against my back forced me a little down against Aisha. My ‘johnnie’ went right in without restriction, it felt tight, I heard Aisha gasp despite the deadly situation we found ourselves in, I doubt if i didn’t feel so good in there. Would the General be mad if I did push in some more?
“ke karuwa! You adulterous woman!...”
The baton hit hard across my face, I collapsed flat on Aisha, I could feel her struggling beneath me to roll me over...or was she pulling me harder on her? Was I been delusional? I felt blood trickle down my face.
Four strong hands pulled me by the arm off Aisha, the withdrawal effect as I pulled out of her was something that really shocked me; even with the pain in my head I could feel the sensation, so shamelessly. Aisha quickly grabbed the bedspread and pulled it over her body to conceal her nakedness.
They dragged naked me towards the General, out of the room.
“Dan allah mejina...” Aisha began.
“Shut up you dog!” he spat at her. His teeth clenched, jawline tightened and nostrils breathing fire. It was a miracle he did not set the room ablaze.
“...ba zam yafe maki ba. Never! Not in this life will I forgive you for your infidelity.”
“Dan Allah AL haji” “dan Allah...” I heard her plead as I was been dragged out of the room.
“Abin da ki ke yi mbaninan? In my absence? In my bed?” the words stuck in my head till after death, if only I spelt them right.
“ke yafe AL haji dan sunan Allah ubagijji, forgive me.”
She made to reach for him, he spat at her. “Infidel.” he shut the door against her, with a key, leaving her alone in the bedroom. She kept banging against the door in tears.
“You are not going to kill him, are you? Zaka kasha shi, zaka ka?
As I was been dragged into the sitting room, reality dawned on me, then I began to appreciate the predicament I was in. Right there in the middle of the room, on his knees and with two armed soldiers behind him is Bobby. He had no injury on him, I was sure that was about to change. We locked eyes, if only he could hear what I was saying with my eyes; “I am sorry.”
If only...i saw the looks in his eyes, for the very first time, I saw fear, he was visibly shaken, beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
The soldiers dropped me roughly on my knees, it did hurt. They all knew they were in serious trouble. Where were they when I found my way into the General’s wife’s bed? A simple task to execute, “keep eagle eyes on her when am gone” he had instructed them.
“Laborers my foot...” The General thundered as he walked into the living room.
We heard cars drive into the compound, screeched to a stop and within seconds, sounds of heavy booted feet could be heard running into the house. Four armed soldiers came in, two of them disarmed the two soldiers ordered to keep watch over Aisha and matched them out of the house. They drove out of the compound.
General Abubakar Danjuma walked slowly towards Bobby, a silver pistol in hand; he had that strapped to his waist when he walked into the bedroom earlier.
“This one was waiting to have his turn on my wife.” He stared hard into Bobby eyes, I know he smelt the fear and it made him feel good.
“...Allah, you are lucky that I did not catch you in my bedroom, thank your stars...”
“Thank you, thank you. God bless you.” Bobby said in repeat. If only he had waited a second longer to hear the rest of what the General had to say.
“I will make it quicker and painless...” he looked over his shoulder at me. “...Unlike what I have in mind for this banza.”
“Bam!!”
Just one deafening shot and Bobby dropped on his belly with a thud, his eyes wide open, staring at me.
“Nooooo!!!” Aisha screamed from inside of her bedroom.
“Bobby!!!” I cried.
The ground red, with blood. It slowly formed a pool around his head, saliva flowed out of his mouth.
“Bloody civilian.”
The General turned to me.
“Take him outside and make him see death eyes to eyes...” The soldiers dragged me outside and bound my hands behind my back. I was made to look up into the sun for half an hour, when I was finally allowed to look away from the sun, I could see nothing; I was blinded by the sunlight.
They laid me on the hot sandy ground and threw a tarpaulin over me. At first it was nothing, gradually, I began to feel hot; the tarpaulin was absorbing the heat from the scorching sunlight and I began to cook underneath the material. I cried like a baby. I cried till I was choking. Three hours later, the cover was pulled away; I was so sweaty that one would have thought I took a dip in the swimming pool. The soldiers played with my skin, I was so cooked that when poked with a finger, a depression is created that stopped only when my flesh meet my bone. I prayed for death to come...and God refused to answer my prayer.
Ten minutes later, I was hanged upside down. The blood flowed into my head. Slowly, I began to fade into blackness, death...
I felt cold, they poured a bucked full of cold water on me. I gasped, back to life. I passed out thrice and thrice I was brought to. Why bring me back? Was the intention not to kill me? General Danjuma watched from his corridor, sipping directly from a bottle of liquor. No sign of pity in his eyes. I watched him kill Bobby, so I did not bother to dream of leaving the mansion alive.
I was cut down shortly and a long broomstick was forced into my penis, the whole length, and my penis was later bent in many places, causing the stick to break inside of me. I couldn’t cry anymore, no more tear left to shed, not one drop and I was too weak, drained to even blink. Not even when they crushed my scrotum with several kicks with their heavy boots.
.
“Take him outside; make him see death eyes to eyes. Crush his balls and cut off his manhood. His body will lie by the roadside tomorrow morning.”
That was exactly what he had told them to do, so it was no surprise when I saw the second soldier brandish a pen knife as he came closer to take a hold of my penis. Instantly, the dream I had about Bobby’s dead body lying by the roadside flashed through my head...and then, I cried...and I cried.
I felt the cold, sharp silver metal against my shaft...
“argghhhh!!!”
I blacked out...and woke up in hell.
Baron Chidalu.
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