Mind wide open, Isa was alone with his thoughts.

He had thought about it carefully. He was sure that it would be foolish of him to allow Zainab go to be Hassan’s wife without first finding out her favour or at least her ringtone.

He imagined Zainab initially resisting, possibly protesting violently.

He would have to wear a mask, tie her hands and legs so she couldn’t break free. He considered that he would have to cover her mouth so she couldn’t cry for help. But he figured that as soon as she had a taste of his Banana she would relax and ask for more. When she got a feel of his device she would realize that he was doing her a favour by raping her.

“It has to be outside this compound” he thought within himself.

A small voice called out from within him,

“Isa, how can you do such a thing to your own sister?”

Isa immediately identified that the voice was his conscience.

“She is not my sister. She is my father’s child not my sister” he protested

The voice stopped and Isa decided to go to bed.

 

 

Isa went to bed with thoughts so dirty it had to be kept in the darkest part of his mind.

He never imagined that the atmosphere around him would change so quickly.

 

There was some strange movement coming from outside.

He rose from his bed and looked out the window.

From a distance, he could see people running into his street.They weren’t the vigilantes or the soldiers. He made out a few shapes, some were children.

They held cutlasses and fire sticks.

Isa’s mind quickly went to the rumors he had heard.

“Could this be the sect?” he queried himself.

He recalled how they entered the neighboring community and massacred the inhabitants. Nobody was spared, not even women and children.

He watched as they came closer and he became scared.

They entered the street without warning and started burning houses.

Then the screaming began.

They waited for people to start running out of their houses and the killing started.

Isa jumped to his feet and out of his room. He went quickly to alert the others.

“Get up! Get up! Boko Haram!”

Isa screamed at the top of his voice as he hit the doors of his sibling and his parents.Unfortunately, his screams not only alerted his family members it also attracted the members of the sect.His people ran outside hoping to put some distance between them and danger but, they fell into the waiting arms of three members of the sect.

His sisters were crying, his father was feeble, the wives were powerless.

Isa was their last hope.

He picked a stick and struck one of the men. The other two fought back.

They hit Isa with a stick and pulled out a knife.

Isa’s father stepped forward to fight for his son but the knife went into him.

Three stabs later, they had stolen his life.

Isa’s sisters scattered towards the back of the house. The wives ran in different directions.

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