"Attention ladies, you are the last resort we have in this battle"

I tilted by head a little bit. What is this commander saying. How on earth would he call us the last resort like all the men who claim to be the higher sex are dead. I shook my head within me. This man must be joking I concluded, looking at him with rapt attention.

"You are to invade the army territory, get their commander, dead or alive." The words dropped out of his mouth.

Why would I want to go to the dreaded camp of the Boko Haram when I know how dangerous they can be. You cannot not tell if they are gays or not. They kill both men and women and even children. Beasts clothed in human form. I shivered within me.

"Don allow their sizes to dominate you, you girls are weapons of war." He turned and stared me directly in the eyes.

"Surayya, you will lead them." My ears stood at edge. Me? Lead who? Commander must have been smoke some "zogale", I concluded.

"Step into the control room so you would be debriefed." He said and turned round smartly walking away.

We remained standing waiting for the next superior officer to come and tell us some tale of bravery. How women had work strategically to keep the country together as one during the Biafran war. How we had enticed the soldiers with our beautiful bodies but had killed them quickly that death was too surprise to take them away. War stories, bravery, deaths, all things we have heard before.

"Now a woman convinced Ojukwu to escape, we would have captured him."

"Yeeehhh", I nearly screamed. A woman? Well, women really do have powers. From the time of Eve, Abimelech, Samson, David and so on. Judas should have been a woman.

"You are dismissed." The last speaker said. We waited till the boring radio finished playing the National Anthem before dispatching. I walked stiffly, not because I could not wriggle and turn my waist but because I don't want any superior officer looking at me with that eye.

"Come in", a voice said from inside the office.

I had knocked thrice before the reply. Typical of Colonel Emeka. He would always bid his time. His voice would come slowly but his anger always came with brimstone. Rumours had it that he was captured during the Liberia peace keeping mission where he was tortured. He was made to use his tongue in extinguishing live coals. I just knew something was spectacular about the way smoke comes out of his mouth whenever he was angry.

"Sgt. Surayya." He said curtly, wearing the most serious face.

I braced up for whatever he wanted to say, I knew what would follow could either make me start remembering how my life started or how it is going to end.

"Do not go MIA (Missing in Action) on this mission. We need you to come out alive. You and your team."

He tapped on his desk, his eyes looking me straight into my eyeball. I nodded slowly.

"Here is the file containing every single information you would need. Make sure you study it well then draw out your plan. Pass your plan to me for perusal." He said handing over a black bounded file to me. I collected it, still stood at attention waiting for him to dismiss me.

"Officer, I thought you would be long gone"

Damn, this man knows how to get a sister angry but it is the army. You don't question authorities. You follow orders. I have been ordered to the hell in Nigeriastan and there I would go.




Welcome to my life.

You can drop your comments and observation but you guys should be patient till Monday. Thank you for encouraging me

Miss_Fibre: You can drop your comments and observation but you guys should be patient till Monday. Thank you for encouraging me

wow its a nyc one thank God u don de leave ur shell small small..
Back to the story shey na una de shout say wat a man can do a woman can do beta as man no fit pursue bokoharam, women fit do am or so i tot
ehen least i forget plz there are some typos do correct dem

i was here

Carry on, it's in you!

This seems to be a promising read. There are typographical errors though. Please, we need you to be descriptive.
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