War is horrible so is devastating news of losing innocent lives, but in reality victims of war sometimes go beyond those that have left us during the course of protecting the masses. Where there is no foresight, then the good guys, the courageous ones who survived the war soon became terror for the lack of better things to do.
Terrifying to think about the way Boko Haram is spreading and the way my government failed to see the bigger picture of it. One would think we have learnt a thing or two from the Somali child soldiers stories.
Actually, we don’t have to go that far to learn of the aftermath horror of war – we have our very own examples at home, on a smaller scale, I must add.
Many courageous people died in both Modakeke and Ife crisis but the other sad reality was the aftermath of the war – when courageous people with powerful weapons turned to each other.
During the 1997 – 2000 crisis, tens if not hundreds of youths mostly under forty were hired by the Ifes, this is no surprise because there were plenty of money that could have been better spent on education and infrastructure but guns and bullets took priority.
Some of these guys were in police uniforms so initially Modakekes trusted them as they were mistaken to be from the state/federal government to maintain peace in the area.
Well, that trust was tossed after Mr Tanimowo, the old man in his 80s and the first principal of Modakeke High School was killed at his Iraye area house. The old man returned to his house because he had trusted police officers in the area for his safety – Oh, well.
Tens of other guys hired by the Ife’s had proper guns, automatic ones, the ones you can only get your hands on if you were in the police or the army.
More guns in circulation in a society where the gap between haves and have-nots is at the opposite ends equals disaster.
For fathers, uncles, brothers or husbands that had habits of hanging in motor parks especially in our big cities that would jump into opportunities of being paid for causing street troubles that went missing around this time – I am not in any sense elated to say this but the following might provide a bit of closure.
These guys had no idea where they were, they were given as little as ₦3000 (17 USD ) and automatic guns and of course plenty of hard drugs and mountain of food but what they failed to ask was the map to enlighten of the borders, which literally was a thin stream, easy to miss even for the locals.
They wandered right to the middle of the town a mile or so in the land of the people they were supposed to attack, asking the very same people ‘where are we?’ They lived just enough to tell their stories, where they came from and contract details – very sad.
They became the victims of a lawless society where future of tomorrow were being wasted for next to nothing.
Their weapons lead to further horror for months after the war ended. Another gangs formed – the untouchables. This time not to grab farmlands.
Ajitebi from Akarabata nicknamed Double was a victim of this. He fought wholeheartedly to protect Urban Day area and Akarabata, survived the war but lost its life from the aftermath. Sunday Igboho was a good guy too a very dependable son, still alive but not in town.
I wish my president could read, maybe he would take Boko Haram issue more seriously than with kids gloves