Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 1 (3 page)

All the men of the village, bath old and
young, were dragged roughly out into the middle of the square at
gun point and made to stand closely beside each other in a long
line. They were thirty-four in number, some just terrified boys,
they stood facing the terrorist leader who proceeded to give a
short speech in Arabic about the evils of allowing the infidels
called Christians, dwell amongst them and pollute the spirituality
of their society. They were all now polluted themselves and thus
would have to pay the ultimate price according to the holy laws…
the penalty was death!

Finished with the speech, the terrorist
leader proceeded to choose carefully from out of the men. He chose
eleven healthy, able-bodied, young men whom he declared were going
to be given the privilege of a second chance to serve Allah’s
cause. The young men were then marched over to another side of the
square where they were made to observe what was about to happen.
The rest of the men, the Imam and the old headman first, were made
to kneel down in the dust. Five of the terrorists unsheathed their
razor sharp machetes as they moved in behind them and the
executions began.

Each machete rose and fell skillfully in a
vicious sweeping blow, five heads were hacked clean off the
shoulders of five man and sent rolling into the dust. Five headless
bodies topped into the dust, sprouting fountains of bright red
blood from the open stubs of their headless necks into the sand.
The high pitched screams of horror from the on-looking women and
children gathered up in the hall filled the air and they all began
to weep loudly and uncontrollably, some with infinite grief and
others pleading desperately for the lives of their husbands,
brothers and fathers.

Completely unperturbed, the executioners
moved quickly on to stand behind the next five kneeling men. The
machetes rose and fell again with skill and five more heads were
dispatched into the dust to even louder screams of horror and pleas
for mercy from the weeping women and children.

One of the kneeling men, a youth of just
eighteen who hadn’t been picked because of his thin physic, was
weeping profusely like several other kneeling men awaiting their
turn to be beheaded. He had just seen his father beheaded ahead of
him and suddenly couldn’t stand it anymore. He abruptly sprang to
his feet and ran blindly towards one of the huts beside which was a
path out into the plains beyond. He only made a few paces before
automatic rifle fire from different directions cut him to pieces
and his lifeless body dropped into the dist. One of the insurgents
stepped up to the bullet riddled corpse on the ground, drew out his
machete and hacked off the head with one blow.

There was no escape.

All twenty-five men were dispatched swiftly
and soon the corpses lay twitching in the dust, sprouting up
fountains of blood from the headless necks. Twenty-five heads lay
all around in the dust like footballs.

Turning his attention now to the women and
children gathered together in the hall at gun point, the terrorist
leader carelessly kicked aside one of the heads in the dust with a
booted foot as he went over to them. His men were already sorting
them out into two groups. They were picking out all the ripe young
girls and attractive women; tearing them forcibly away from their
children and family and making them stand side in a separate group.
Once they were done their leader studied the selected group
carefully. There were ninety-eight women and girls aged ten to
forty, all were to his satisfaction. He turned to look at the
leftovers, old women, several unattractive matrons, five heavily
pregnant women and little children….
many little
children
.

The terrorist leader nodded again with
satisfaction. They were perfect for the plan.

He barked out orders and at once his men
started herding the useless group out of the hall and over to the
broad base of the ancient tree. One man hurried up with a video
recording camera and started giving them proper directives on how
to arrange the group. There must be as little a show as possible of
their location in the background to avoid being tracked by the
Nigerian Military Intelligence agencies, everyone knew their
incredible abilities in these things.

The headman’s six daughters and two of his
surviving four wife, the fifth and sixth wives, were among the
chosen women held at gun point. With her heart beating in her
throat, Fatima watched as her two infant sons, now looked after by
her worst enemy, the dried-up witch of a second wife, were gathered
up with all the rest of the people at the large base of the ancient
tree like cattle. They were all weeping loudly and begging for
mercy, even the old women and little once. At first the intent of
the terrorists wasn’t very clear but then she saw one of them toss
something into the middle of the bunch and dart back quickly, all
the other terrorists darted back too.

There was a loud ear-piercing explosion, a
blinding flash of bright light and the women and children were
suddenly a mass of dismembered body parts, mutilated flesh and
blood. Even before the full horrors of it set into Fatima’s dazed
brain, the terrorist moved forward with their machetes. There were
those that hadn’t died completely yet, and their high pitched
screams of agony were terrible to hear. The machetes rose and fell
with skill and the screams were cut off one by one.

Fatima saw her enemy still clutching her
children in her arms even in death. Both her legs and part of her
face had been blown off. And the children she still held
…. half
of her baby’s body had been blown off too but the other child, her
first son, he was screaming because one of his small arms was now a
bloody stub of bone and torn flesh!

A machete rose and fell and child’s head was
hacked off his body.

The screams tore free from Fatima’s throat,
mixing with that of the other helpless women around her as it rose
to ear-piercing levels.

The terrorists moved in on the screaming
women and girls with hard leather horse whips. It was time to teach
them the lesson of total submission and begin their
reformation.

Completely unbothered, the terrorist leader
surveyed the bloody scene before him in the open square with
satisfaction then motioned to another of his men who hurried
forward with a photographic camera and began to take pictures while
the man with the video recorder shifted his focus to the women and
girls being brutalized.

The terrorist leader smiled to himself. By
Allah, the tyrannical government and military of this wretched
county would get copies of everything, he thought. They would know
what it meant to oppose the movement and the will of Allah the Most
High.

Over at Alhaji Usman’s house the situation
was already very bad and getting worse fast.

The Ford truck had come to a halt directly in
front of the gates that were never locked in daytime hours. The
fourteen armed terrorist with the overall commander of the
detachment had gained easy access to the compound and beheaded the
sleepy security man seated by the gates before he even understood
what was going on. The other security men, off duty, was fast
asleep in his quarters to the rear of the house.

The Alhaji’s bodyguard, alerted to the
unusual sounds of gunshots in the village, and then the strange
noises coming from the gates, had come quickly around the house
from the back to investigate when he saw the dreaded masked
terrorists within the compound.

He opened fire on them at once with his AK-47
rife set to full automatic, instantly killing three of them bunched
up together and wounding two others, then ducked hastily behind the
house as the rest of the insurgents returned fire at him.

The Islamic State trained terrorists who had
already dedicated their very lives to the cause, thereby forfeiting
it in the same gesture, scattered and surged forward without fear.
The next minute, when the bodyguard stepped out again to shoot, a
volley of automatic rifle fire form multiple directions blew him
away and his lifeless corpse hit the floor three feet away.

Summoned by the sounds of gunshots within his
own compound and the terrified screams of his family, Alhaji Usman
had climbed off his new wife fast, put on a house robe and hurried
out of his bedroom. He was in the living room in seconds, hurried
over to a window to peep out and a stray bullet hit him full in the
face, taking away a portion of his head as it exited from behind.
Alhaji Usman was dead right on his feet and his lifeless body
topped backward like a cut tree as it fell, hitting the tiled floor
with a heavy thud. His horrified family rushed over to him at once.
The women and their children were kneeling over the corpse,
screaming and weeping as the terrorists burst through the front
door.

All the Alhaji’s attractive three wives and
their seven children, the male servants and employees, they were
all taken outside to one corner of the big compound and swiftly
beheaded one after another. All the bodies, including the Alhaji’s
own, were arranged together and photographed with a camera phone.
The pictures were then emailed to a specific address as
pre-arranged.

Only three female servants were spared and
that was because they were very attractive and well-kept Shuwa Arab
girls, two of them sisters of fifteen and sixteen years old
respectively.

This was a contract killing and it was why
they were there in the first place. The first part of their
payments had already been made and these photos would trigger the
second part. The final part, they would have to find for themselves
and it right in the house.

As the terrorists ransacked the entire house,
the Isuzu Pickup Jeep drove up from the village and parked by the
Ford in front of the gates. The leader of the other band that had
taken the village had come to report to the commander and he had
only two men with him, the rest were securing the village.

Mohammed was stunned by all the riches and
luxury he saw arrayed in the house. He found his superior officer
sitting alone in a huge armchair in the Alhaji’s huge bedroom,
toying with a beautiful jeweled dagger he had never before seen him
with. Form the way the commander was sitting, so still and
unmoving, staring fixedly ahead of him, it was clear his sharp mind
was calculating something. The man merely glanced at him as he
saluted and began to give his report of mission accomplished in
fluent Arabic. When he finished the commander still sat perfectly
still and unmoving as if he hadn’t heard a word but Mohammed knew
different. His commander was a tall slender man of thirty-five who
had been a peaceful trader around the Lake Chad before the
rampaging Nigerian Army killed his brother and burnt down his home
while his wife and two children hid inside. He was now a man on a
personal revenge mission and his intelligent calculating mind,
ruthless nature and powerful lean physic made him a highly
dangerous man to go up against. One moment he would be so cool and
the next a raging blood thirsty beast that could tear a man’s
throat right out of his neck with his bare fingers. Mohammad would
never forget the day he saw him do that to a captured Nigerian Army
officer even as he looked the man calmly in the eyes!

Yes, there was a very good reason why this
man was a close confidant and honored bodyguard of the supreme
leader Abubakar shakeu. He was also one of the most feared man in
the whole holy army.

Mohammed stood patiently, watching his
commander and waiting.

After a few long moments the man spoke in
that calm quiet voice of his.

“It seems to me that these new friends of
Abdul’s really know what they’re about” began his commander in
fluent Arabic. “Every piece of information they gave us about this
place has checked out accurately. From the unusual wealth of this
man to the complete isolation of this place, the good supply of
livestock and fine women, they were perfectly correct about
everything”

“Yes” agreed Mohammed in an awed voice. Like
his father and his father’s father before him, Mohammed had been a
poor fisherman who lived in a wooden shack on Lake Chad until he
had the good sense to join the holy army. Modern luxury was like a
whole new world to him and he was already looking forward to
spending time in it, the commander was one of the very few top men
in the holy army who tolerated modern technology and luxury to some
extent but not western education, that one was purely against their
doctrine. “This village will definitely make a perfect base for us.
No one will ever come looking for us this far out and we can strike
freely into the neighboring states”

“Yes” agreed his commander thoughtfully. “But
a lot of things bother me in this matter. First of all, what is the
origin of so much wealth out here in the middle of nowhere where
only extreme poverty exists. Secondly, what does this man go across
the border to do every three months to four months and why does it
take him a whole month to do it? How does he communicate with the
outside world from here? Why does he carry an impregnable steel
briefcase around like they say he does and why do they want it?
What could that briefcase possibly contain to make them offer a
staggering one million dollars to get it? Why did they want this
man and his entire family dead so badly?”

Mohammed shrugged. “Money and power of some
kind, it’s the only thing I can think of?”

“Yes, it’s all I can think of as well” agreed
his commander thoughtfully then shook his head regretfully. “So
unfortunate the man is already dead and I can’t ask him any of
these questions. Take charge here at once, I want that briefcase
found as quickly as possible. If indeed we can’t even break it open
like they claim then we will sell it to them and be done with it,
the price they are offering is incredibly good anyway and I hate
mysteries. I also want you people to search carefully for signs of
a hidden safe, very rich people like this tend to have such secret
places in their homes where they hide away huge sums of money and
items of high value”