The Terror against My Soul

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By CHRISTOPHER NATHANIEL NZE

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SOMEWHERE IN SABINSA FOREST

The ordeal of a roaming child, who was pledged by his own father, a terrorist and trained from his childhood to become a member of a notorious terrorist group. But he escaped from this abuse and became instrumental to bust the deadly brigands. Then he was picked and rehabilitated, but his real hunt started soon after this. His family, mother and sisters were kidnapped, and his head was demanded by yet most vicious set. His heart became stuttered with vengeance, somewhere in Sabinsa forest where death is the rhythm. A true thrilling story of the happening in the North East of Nigeria, terrorism.

All I knew about myself is that I came from a home somewhere in the Northern Nigeria. I was formally called Musa. I can remember when I was taken to meet a man called Mahmud in an uncompleted building which had a mighty gate. There were other houses at the back of this magnificent structure. I was told by my father that the man would be my teacher, then I was five years old. I can also remember that I had other siblings, Miriam and Mauna, my mother was pregnant before I left home. I was the only son, emotionally I was willful with a strong heart to lead my way. My father was so querulous to me. One day he sat me down to tell me that I would be taken away to be enrolled in another school. I was then a pupil in a government primary school near our farm settlement for the normands. So when we got to Mallam Mahmud's school I met other children, most were boys of my height. Others were smaller in stature. They all came to welcome me. And soon my teacher took me from my father and we walked to a room where I met yet a number of other children above my age, size and grade, many of whom were so engrossed in the recitation of the Holy book, these ones looked fearsome.

"You are welcome to our world!" shouted the children in a deafening manner.

Read this heartbreaking story of street boys in Africa and how they often turn to crimes. A theilling story of banditory, terrorism and kidnaps and the reward of lawlessness.

The Terror against My Soul