WAR IN GHANA

In two days of the burning vehicles turning routes to live folktales of hell, Adoma finally stood up and we smelled a war. About 80 of his men were down already, now he knew this was a war. Him planning an attack first at the political party that has costed him, made people of central Ghana to retreat. The word he would say could spread in a speed of light, then we could feel, this wasn't home. James took men to a word;

"Grands hommes. We are about to take down Adoma, who has heard about the kids from down Africa?"

"The gros gros gosse tried being the savior, and a bullet was struck to his skull."

"Who's that?" with tears filling my eyes, I asked.

"The fat kid." James answered.

"No! Cha ngeke!!(it can't be) Are you sure he was a southern?" Finally tears flowed out.

"My cousin works for Adoma, am certain of what am talking about."

"I had failed Makhadiya... Let's find the rest of my gang."

"So you are a juvenile gang?" Azi asked.

"And am the Jefe", with frowning face.

"The person I need safe than all of them, is a coloured girl with long black hair; silver red ear rings pure brown eyes and her name it's Lorraine. All ten men should go for her, I and others we will be going for others. Aziki you will do your killing, we won't be part of that."

"Yeah. Aziki let's finish this. Hommes take your inches and let's hit hard", said James.

We took off to the Northern Ghana, the war was awaiting us. Azi and the other guys went for Lorraine, we went for the last 7 crew before it dies. I saw two big guys like those goons that took me down, I went straight to them with a Ruger LRC on my hand. I took them down but I had mistaken them, it wasn't those two. The war continued, we lost men and so did Adoma. After changing fire after fire, I saw one of our big guys having a head on his hand. I became shocked, and everyone said "Adoma est éteint" meaning Adoma was dead. The shock went off and I knew it was time I fetch my guys.

With James I went door to door of Adoma's compound, calling out "Gcibha!!". I saw a child down on the floor, it was Lorraine. Without wasting time, James took her and left to a truck. Then I was hit with something hard on my head, down I went. After no time, litres of water were poured on my face. My head felt heavy but I was happy seeing the whole gang, there was the other two kids whom I didn't know about. One of them is the one who hit my head so bad with a fire extinguisher. Msebenzi pulled me up and we went out of that room, I pointed my team and we were about to be safe. They lifted us in the back of a truck that Lorraine was in, then we left the Northern Ghana. Dawning, the truck took a hard break. I took a gun and pointed at the truck door, so did the other men we were with. Ready to shoot, Pot opened the door. I was so surprised that he found us, I told the guys to lower their arms and he entered the trunk of the truck. I told the guys to tell James to continue;

"No. Dites à vos hommes d'être prêts pour la guerre", Pot said we should be ready for war.

We were surprised that he could speak their language so fluently. We took off, everyone held a gun on their hands. We were ready.

Right after about an hour ride drawing to the coast, shots started. We went off the truck and opened fire. James took a hit on his arm, I took his AG 43 and gave him my pistol. I couldn't use the long gun, when I shot fire I'd fall on my back because of it's power. I just put down the arm, lifting my eyes up I saw A•ne•le throwing blood out of her mouth. I got more angry, laying down with this gun I shot every leg and feet I could see facing my direction. Pain was taking the shots, although tears blinded my sights I killed more men than ever. I ran out of stones and went up, told James to tell the men to raid in more. We went forward. The men that were down were not all dead, one lifted his arm at Pot but Msebenzi had already spotted him and killed him first. Turning my head back to a war, Mabhikisha was hurt and there was a bullet signing Msebenzi's head. I shot Msebenzi's foot and he fell down, in pain and angry he cried so loud. Glad was I that he was safe and all the opposing men there were down. Engines started and we flew high between air spaces, at the coats;

"Look what have you done brother", man yelling at us. "Vous avez quitté la maison pour revenir et faire ça? Vous êtes donc un imbécile. Les imbéciles doivent être de l'histoire, tu as versé notre sang et je viens pour toi" (Did you leave the house to come back and do this? So you are a fool. Fools must be history, you shed our blood and I'm coming for you).

"Don't mind him, get in A 701 S•A ship", Pot ordering us.

James stood back, "what's happening here?" He asked.

"Stop asking too much, you will die", Pot said.

"Cebo that's Adizolab!" James screamed.

I took out a pistol and opened fire at the man. Running toward the about to sail ship, James got a bullet;

"Dad!!!" I screamed.

Pot lifted me and ran with me, threw me to the ship and we sailed off as Adizolab's man accompanied us with bullets.

I spent the whole day crying and more anger filled me.

Dark during the night, we were at Cape Town and Nastro was awaiting us.

If only I had a gun on my hand.