Victor's War and Odyssey

Lanre Babajide

Description

Victor is a boy that was born in a fictional African Country called Nigola. He was forced into war as a child soldier and as a result, he was forced to commit many atrocities.

However, he managed to escape from his captors and then, he discovered he is the promised child that was meant to rescue Nigola and Africa.

He discovered that Bob Marley is still alive and he is given some magical powers that help him to rescue his country from poverty and war and at last, he succeeded in liberating Africa.

It is a story of adventure, romance, history and contemporary Africa with all its problems.

Sujets

• Romance
• Bob Marley
• Victor
• Odyssey
• War
• Africa
• Military use of children

Informations

• Publié par: Publiseer
• Date de parution: 19 avril 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 1
• EAN13: 9788828309895
• Langue: English

Extrait

Victor's War and Odyssey
By
Lanre Babajide
Copyright 2018 by Lanre Babajide.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
DEDICATION
CHAPTER 1: GENESIS
CHAPTER 2: MILITARY CAMP
CHAPTER 3: CONFLAGRATION
CHAPTER 4: ESCAPE
CHAPTER 5: METARMOPHOSIS
CHAPTER 6: THE CORONATION
CHAPTER 7: LIBERATION
CHAPTER 8: POLITICAL WATERS
CHAPTER 9: SUNRISE
DEDICATION

T his book is dedicated to my parents Mr. and Mrs. Babajide and to my brother and sisters, Femi and Bukky Babajide. Also I also dedicate it to Ololade Adewole my fianc for believing in me even more than myself and finally to God Almighty the source of all wisdom, knowledge, understanding and inspiration.
CHAPTER 1: GENESIS

C hildren, Children get up , he heard. The sound was loud and deafening. He had been trekking in the jungle for days without food. Occasionally, he plucked mangoes from the trees and ate with the other children but that was it. As he got up to take his bath with the other children, he remembered when he was taken away from his father. It was a quiet night like any other when soldiers ransacked his little town and finally his house. They raped his mother right in front of him and like a horror movie, shot his father and took him away. Since then, life had been from one hell to the other. By now anyway, he was now a man as military drill, training and war had taken away the last vestiges of humanity he had. Now, he woke up every morning feeling like a true warrior he had been made to believe he was. As soon as he got up from the grass, he ran towards the river near their encampment and simply swam in it. The river was the only way of escaping into a world of comfort. All around him was war and bloodshed and he was used to it. He bathed with the other children in the water and soon, the soldier ordered them out of the water. Victor and the other boys rushed out of the water in a hurry. By the time the boys were out of the water, the soldiers were standing right in front of them. He shook with fear as the soldiers looked at him and all the boys as he knew another military drill had started. They were all looking aggressive and fearsome. The most fearsome of all these soldiers was a young man called Festus. He was standing in front of all his other soldiers and he was looking at the children with a stern, hard look that could even make the sun to stop shining in the sky. The man was young but bald-headed and his body was covered all over the place with tattoos. The man stood, looked at them for some time and said Now you boys must be ready, because we have action for this evening, now, all of you, change to your clothes in that tent nearby and let us get going . The man s voice was as fearsome as the voice of Almighty God himself and as soon as he finished talking, all the boys ran into their tents and changed to their crude military wears.
The tent the children slept in was a little room with clothes scattered all over the place. Victor was the first to enter the small dwelling place as he was more or less a kind of leader of his fellow child soldiers. He was a tall muscular boy, a little bit manly for his age. He entered the tent and searched around until he saw his pile of clothes just where he had kept it in a corner. He ran as fast as possible and soon enough, he was wearing the crude military clothes he and the other children had to wear. He looked at his clothes. They were tight fitting and cute. He could easily move around in the clothes he was wearing. He was still admiring his clothes when he felt a hand pulling him by the shoulder. He wondered who it was and it was Godwin his best friend ever since he became a child soldier. Come on, it s time for the drill, the soldiers are calling us . He said with a sense of urgency in his voice. In fact, Godwin did not just pull him by the shoulder, he dragged him along by the hand and he almost staggered as his friend dragged him along. Godwin was naturally very fast and athletic even more athletic than him.
They were soon out of the tent anyway and ready for the military drill. The soldiers led them to some open space in the bush and told them to stand at attention. By now, the sun was coming out in all its glory and even the very ground they stepped on was very hot. The sun beat down on all the child soldiers with all its might but then by now, he was used to the sum. The soldiers had trained him will and toughened him up for war. The soldiers ordered them and they marched with military precision like the true soldiers they were. Victor always loved marching because it seemed like dancing to him. Left, right, about turn! Their trainers shouted in typical military fashion. The marching was soon over anyway and then the real training began. The soldiers thought them all sorts of combat techniques and strategies. They thought them how to shoot, dodge enemy bullets, fight with knives and so on. Victor in particular was now a sharp shooter who could target any moving object from a long distance. In fact, he was a real marksman with the gun and was close to being an expert. The training lasted for a few hours until it was afternoon. When it was afternoon, the boys were allowed to relax a little bit and at last, they were given some food. Victor was glad about this as he had not eaten a decent meal for a long time and this was one of those rare times he had a heavy meal to eat. After the meal, the soldiers in the bush started advancing in a particular direction. Victor did not know where they were going to but he just had to obey orders. They moved in the bush until they got to a place and they rested. The soldiers simply walked round the boys as it seemed to him that they were getting ready for a major military operation. At last, one of the soldiers addressed the child soldiers and told them exactly what they were supposed to do. Victor s brain raced with excitement as he heard the command. The settlement or small town they were about to attack was within a stone s throw from where they were. He could see them, unsuspecting civilians who did not know what was about to befall them.
Immediately the commander gave the orders, all the soldiers attacked at once. It was a semi-rural arrear not far from the town and they were totally unprepared for it. Victor and the other child soldiers followed the soldiers out of the bush as they embarked on their mission to loot, kill and plunder like the biblical devil. They shot in the air and ran inside the small town causing all sorts of havoc. Victor and Godwin (the 2 jolly friends) in particular followed with great zeal and excitement. It seemed the soldiers were about to prove a point, as they looted and vandalized everywhere. By now, Victor was a trained soldier and he participated in everything his older brothers in the army did. He actually raped a woman there as the older soldiers raped and ordered him to take his turn and rape her. At first, he hesitated as he found it disgusting but then he just had to do it. The soldiers threatened to kill him if he did not obey their orders and so he promptly complied. He jumped on the woman and raped her with all the sexual energy in him while the other soldiers watched in glee. The disgusting thing about this was the fact that the woman must have been at least twice his age; it was sacrilegious and very abominable. HELP, HELP, HELP! the woman cried out, her voice renting the room she was in but then, nobody answered her. After this, the other soldiers shot the woman s husband and they looted his house for any cash or valuable they could lay their hands on. Victor in turn helped himself to any money he saw. It seemed to him that looting was the only way he and the other soldiers could get themselves some money. The soldiers were soon done with their violent activity and they went back inside the bush. They actually burnt a lot of houses and by the time they left the place, a large column of smoke emitted from the buildings and there was fire everywhere. In fact, the small town was a mixture of fire and smoke, death and destruction pervaded everywhere. All the looting and killing made him to feel excited and at the same time disgusted. He felt that he had just made some people to be miserable and in addition, he was now a murderer. On the other hand, he liked the sense of control the gun gave him anyway. It seemed to him both the heaven and the earth bowed down to him whenever he had the gun in his hand. They walked far into the bush until they found somewhere to camp for the day.
It was a large clearing in the middle of the forest surrounded by enormous trees. The trees looked very funny and big to him; he had not seen trees that were like that before. He was relieved they could rest at last anyway. The soldiers set up camp there and they could rest for the day. By now it was afternoon and the sun was coming out in all its glory. Of course, the children lived separate from the adults and so Victor and his friend Godwin had to go and live apart from their torturers and fathers. Immediately he got into his bed space, he slept off. The exertion from killing and rapping made him feel a little tired and he just got on the bed. It was a little dusty mattress on the bare floor of the jungle and it was not something that will make someone really comfortable but he had grown so used to