Village Moves

It's a sunday and i hear that pen is mightier than gun and i tends to nod a long with skepticism. But the recent events in my life is proving that assertion to be true each passing day. Imagine the content of a file on ex-inmate drawing such an excessive fear on one ex-military junta the press added the phrase evil genus tag to his name during his almost a decade reign that it has even drew tears from such evil genius.

The supposed file from the yellow man's land handed to him and his people supposed to be the ladder they ascend on him above every other tribe and other living things including plants and animals in this our entity. The file turned into Trojan horse to them. The guy found in his evil genius mind the solution to his fear in me the exinmate. He can't stop looking my way and attaching himself to me like a loony i at times wonders if he's not.

Five years on the making, that first quarter of covid year, the ascension ladder seems to be wobbling and swaying badly and situation of things around the man and his people kept looking blurry precarious each passing day. He and his people have been patching, yet the situation around them kept looking gloomy, leaking like hell each passing day. Fear it came with kept permeating into the core locked parts of their system in a way nothing, no events, no incident has ever done in their history before. They couldn't believe it.

Of course this guy and his people being over sure of how things work itself out in Nigeria was cocksure that they will as usual engineer things to work out as before with little effort as it used to since white man turned his back. Just jumble things together and that will be that. "Is it not ex-criminal we are dealing with here, why would there be hiccups in seeing this off as usual?" They laid the ground to fix me as a thief, believing that a stone will kill three birds they are after. Time for sure is a permeator of Cork sure things. Five years down the lane, cracks in will started showing. You know there is this thing about having your ways for long that when formidable appears, confusion sets in and fear that ensues has this ability of turning "HE" man into "SHE" woman. That was what i am seeing here.

Imagine fraction entering into alliance agreement for a whole because they believed that the whole doesn't exist. "We are 75% of the nation" i have heard that comment many times from those guys from up north that you can't fail to see they have nothing but scorn for other tribes. The file was never inside here through the front door but back door. Nothing diplomatic about its entry, yet it's the nation shouldering it now. Doesn't that send across clear message to you that speaks louder than their logic being strewn about?

The yellow nation must have done their homework well on reading us and can smell greediness and stupidity from afar and then made their move on the most stupid. Just like in their base, they peg their tent with the number. They play number games all the times over there in their place and they introduced that idea, quest to their ally here.

They kept pulling every rooted thing that hold the nation together since white man's days here. Uprooting with reckless abandon and gnawing nonstop to the root of social and moral support system the nation is rooted in with intent to destroy and recreate to their heart desires. I decided while in yellow man's dungeon to reap from my negative,disadvantage, I came out with my lived experience as memoir, the manuscript i sent to the publisher across the border, the man and his people believed it will spell doom to their quest and saftey, they went after it.

That manuscript entitled "Yancheng Forces" was sent to a foreign publisher as i can see the fear in that ex-military guy his people seem to have read riot act to on their precarious state. Instead of dominating, they seems to found themselves in a cliffhanger. So, they had turned to the man that brought the ascension ladder that is working in reverse and asked him to return them to their assured state. "We did not subscribe to this, it was imposed on us"

This fellow will appear beside me each time i sat in front of my PC and his reading along sent more fear down his spine than any gun will ever do, his way out of the tight corner is me and the manuscript. "Halt it from seeing the light of the day and you are safe" was their stand and he started stories around the memoir.

Imagine the man i heard while still in secondary school donkey years ago that German construction company built his residential house that has fifty rooms inside it with uncountable staffs at work in it. A mini 3-star hotel they said it is, will leave it to my sit beside me in my 10 by 8 room out of fear of letters my keyboard was churning out i can see he can't stop sinking with each unedited paragraph i eke out. Hilarious it is observing this fellow poping his head out like old tortoise when some words hit where it hurts.

He is into damage control the Nigeria way. He had sat on my internet rights for months now and it seems to him it isn't getting desired results of cutting off my communication with the publisher one day i was reading out specification from one of the publishers:

Specification:

1. Finished book dimension: 5.5×8.5

2. Type Size: 10 point type with 12point leading

3. Length: Number of designed pages resulting from 70 manuscript pages provided by the author

4. Text Stock:60 pound offset

5.Cover Stock: 10 PT CIS

6. Binding: Paperback, perfect bound

7. Cover: Full color

8. Text: Black ink only

His supposed evil genius brain kicked into higher gear. His fear rosed to power-10, he went to work.

He decided that hitting me where it mattered most will achieve result faster. You just can't believe the length some will go to achieve result. He went to my village to start story around cult leader guy's wife overseeing things inside there with assurance that it will put him in desperate gear to gang up against me and my family and induced desired results. As with everything of such nature, we don't think deeply before rash action, our reasoning seems to be one directional in such state. The man and all in his camp concentrated their halting effort by rousing the villagers and threatening with Armageddon. They believed something must give and i am supposed to be that thing.

But instead of me "giving" unforced confession came from unlikely quarters out of fear or misconception of what was being cooked by that guy and his camp inside that interior village. Police and their accomplice started lambasting themselves and throwing the supposed deadlocked investigation wild open. Imagine knowing that the "fixing" move they insist in calling stealing will happen months before it happened and you know where and who supposed to be the fall guy. Then their logic is that the second phase don't have their signature on it and that is what they are investigating. I have narrated this funny stand well in my second manuscript entitled "Asian Excavators" imagine that stand. If you know who ordered first phase, you know who is behind the second already then. But they are giving me impression that i am illiterate and novice. "It doesn't work that way" they claimed.

Hilarious part is that since that village rousing, police chief told that ex military guy who is at work in his boys and the man asked him to sit on it. Who they are after is me, but then, you know how this kind thing works, once you jump into the ring with nature, you can't come out of it smiling, all that have tried before you came out blooded. How can yours be different?

They said it was Iranian supreme leader and the man had been jumping up and down threatening test and i can't stop wondering how he and his region got involved in my life and manuscript. I was a prisoner in China, not in Nigeria or Arab world. Certain revelation can't stop marvelling me. This proxy weapon thing seems to be gaining ground each passing year.

Their moves and certain utterances speaks louder than their logic being strewn around here. One thing I have picked out is that pen at time truly can be mightier than gun.