“THE INDWELLING SCARE
KISOGO AND THE FOREST MEN
As he walked lazily down the lane, he wondered a lot about the future of Osapele town. The people around the town were small scale famers who met over specific days of the week to sell their produce. The town did not have even the short skyscrapers. Tarmac roads were non-existent in this part of the country. Kisogo walked down the aisle that led to the exit murram road from the Osapele town. He wanted to walk observing the neighborhood of their town.
In the midst of the town, the enveloping surrounding was a thick forest. This was the place the people of Osapele town always: – reared their cattle, cut down timber for sale while some go for leisure activities e.g. hunting. Some activities e.g. circumCIsion were also performed in this part of the forest because there was a clean-water river that ran in between the thick forest.
As he approached the forest, Kisogo viewed some moving silhouettes in the forest. He did not know what the view would bear for him. Out of his curiosity, he shuffled closer as he was in a squatted position. He moved the long grasses and thickets sideways as he paved his way through.
At the edge of the forest, he would see two people. Their clothing was different from the people of Osapele town. They had long tattered army like clothes that resembled robes, their heads were covered completely leaving only the eyes for vision. Kisogo had never seen such a dressing style. He wanted to go and greet them but he restrained at his hiding place.
He gazed at them again, this time around changing his squatting position to get a better view and enhance the previous view. The two had something hanging on their waist. Kisogo had nothing to say or think about it. He had never seen it. He observed again, they were like keeping check that nobody would get to check on their business. They walked back in the forest and disappeared in the woods. As they were walking back in their hideout, Kisogo noticed an AK47 rifle hanging on each of their backs. They also had equipped themselves with long chains of bullets hanging around their waist. He had seen the arms being used in movies and he knew that they killed many people. He sensed danger. He felt something bad was in the offing. He got up slowly and followed the path that they followed inside the forest.
Deep he got inside as he kept his game stealth. He gradually approached a clear opening in the middle of the forest. He was laid on his stomach as he moved slowly to get a better view. His curious mind could not let him rest without getting to know what that was in the cooking.
It was a gang. A gang that included 20 men. They were all armed to the teeth. Chains of bullets run from the head to the toe. Their rugged clothes surrendered many answers than questions in Kisogo’s head. He gazed at them more closely. He did not know anybody. He was trying to get at least somebody from Osapele town. Their age bracket lay across 19years to 25 years. They were young boys with big rifles. Kisogo did not understand the language they spoke too. He did not get any information that would help him. He feared this people.
Suddenly, he had the sound of vehicles approaching. He hid himself in a much better clandestine position and watched. They were three pickup vehicles. They parked at the forest border and the three drivers got outside. One of the boys came to the gang and questioned them in English.
‘Are you guys ready?’
One of the gang men nodded his head as he lifted his rifle forcing the others to do the same. They sang a certain song that made them cheerful.
‘We should get going finish that village before dusk’ another said.
‘The government of Osapele will be very surprised on this. We will kill even the 9 months fetus in the womb of women’ another said as they burst out laughing.
‘We must kill many. Kill them and see them fly before hitting the ground. Burst their heads open with the bullets of our crazy bullets’ one said as he kissed the nozzle of his loaded rifle.
They took their positions inside the pickup. Those standing on the pickup carriage set up high-power machineguns on the carriage. All this time they were taking selfies-photos as they prepared their weapons. They seem to fear nobody.
All this time, Kisogo was watching. He had the whole information. The guys were heading to murder the people of Osapele town. From the forest, Osapele town was about 4 kilometers. Kisogo wished to reach the town before the attackers. He started running using a certain shortcut that led to the town.
The attackers too set the ball rolling and started the engine. Those on the carriage kept lifting their rifles and shooting dead anybody they came across on the road. They would shoot from massive distances of about 100 meters. They seemed well trained. They got in the main murram road and started heading to the town. They shot many people on that ‘highway’ to the village. Scattered bodies shot specifically on the head were all on the roadside.
Kisogo was almost getting to the village. As he was going to approach the main murram road to get inside the town, he would hear people screaming and sounds of heavy machines filling the air. He had a family too. He increased his speed despite running non-stop for four kilometers. He approached the road and was shocked as people lay down dead on the road as if basking on the edge of the road. He walked past bodies of the Osapele people and came across their rented building. When he got inside the house, he started crying from the door. They beautiful necklace he had made for his wife using the best and rarest reeds was on the floor covered with blood. Her daughter’s legs too were visible. They looked as if they had been sliced into two. He walked out of the building and went to other rooms. He had no energy again. The shooting of his own blood made the worst headlines in his mind. As he opened other doors and houses, people lay down dead shot in the head. He walked to the church that had held many people when he was going to the forest earlier in the day. On opening the door, he was shocked tremendously; people lay dead on the pews including the religious pastor.
He heard the attacker’s vehicles driving back. He hid inside one of the rooms and faked dead. They got inside the church and dragged all the dead on the main road arranging them on the murram road. Kisogo was also kept in the line. An 800 meters stretch murram road was full of bodies with extreme torture showing from the back of the head. A bullet protrusion.
The attackers went from place to place taking photos and selfies as they laughed at the top of their voices. They posted the images in social media as if sending a message. After sometime, they drove towards the south of Osapele town shouting at the top of their voices.
Their mission had been accomplished. Kisogo got up and walked crying towards his bloody house. He felt very bad because he had seen the preparation and could not make it to save his family. He packed some of his clothes and left to live in a better place.
Posted on July 20, 2015, in Extreme Shocking and tagged ALSHAABAB, FEAR OF TERRORISTS, HOW TERRORIST ATTACK, KENYA MPEKETONI ATTACK, KENYA TERRORISM TACTICS, MANDERA ATTACK, MASS KILLING, TERROR IN KENYA. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.