Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 1 Read Online Free

sharp machetes as they moved in behind them and the
executions began.
    Each machete rose and fell skillfully in a
vicious sweeping blow, five heads were hacked clean off the
shoulders of five man and sent rolling into the dust. Five headless
bodies topped into the dust, sprouting fountains of bright red
blood from the open stubs of their headless necks into the sand.
The high pitched screams of horror from the on-looking women and
children gathered up in the hall filled the air and they all began
to weep loudly and uncontrollably, some with infinite grief and
others pleading desperately for the lives of their husbands,
brothers and fathers.
    Completely unperturbed, the executioners
moved quickly on to stand behind the next five kneeling men. The
machetes rose and fell again with skill and five more heads were
dispatched into the dust to even louder screams of horror and pleas
for mercy from the weeping women and children.
    One of the kneeling men, a youth of just
eighteen who hadn’t been picked because of his thin physic, was
weeping profusely like several other kneeling men awaiting their
turn to be beheaded. He had just seen his father beheaded ahead of
him and suddenly couldn’t stand it anymore. He abruptly sprang to
his feet and ran blindly towards one of the huts beside which was a
path out into the plains beyond. He only made a few paces before
automatic rifle fire from different directions cut him to pieces
and his lifeless body dropped into the dist. One of the insurgents
stepped up to the bullet riddled corpse on the ground, drew out his
machete and hacked off the head with one blow.
    There was no escape.
    All twenty-five men were dispatched swiftly
and soon the corpses lay twitching in the dust, sprouting up
fountains of blood from the headless necks. Twenty-five heads lay
all around in the dust like footballs.
    Turning his attention now to the women and
children gathered together in the hall at gun point, the terrorist
leader carelessly kicked aside one of the heads in the dust with a
booted foot as he went over to them. His men were already sorting
them out into two groups. They were picking out all the ripe young
girls and attractive women; tearing them forcibly away from their
children and family and making them stand side in a separate group.
Once they were done their leader studied the selected group
carefully. There were ninety-eight women and girls aged ten to
forty, all were to his satisfaction. He turned to look at the
leftovers, old women, several unattractive matrons, five heavily
pregnant women and little children…. many little
children .
    The terrorist leader nodded again with
satisfaction. They were perfect for the plan.
    He barked out orders and at once his men
started herding the useless group out of the hall and over to the
broad base of the ancient tree. One man hurried up with a video
recording camera and started giving them proper directives on how
to arrange the group. There must be as little a show as possible of
their location in the background to avoid being tracked by the
Nigerian Military Intelligence agencies, everyone knew their
incredible abilities in these things.
    The headman’s six daughters and two of his
surviving four wife, the fifth and sixth wives, were among the
chosen women held at gun point. With her heart beating in her
throat, Fatima watched as her two infant sons, now looked after by
her worst enemy, the dried-up witch of a second wife, were gathered
up with all the rest of the people at the large base of the ancient
tree like cattle. They were all weeping loudly and begging for
mercy, even the old women and little once. At first the intent of
the terrorists wasn’t very clear but then she saw one of them toss
something into the middle of the bunch and dart back quickly, all
the other terrorists darted back too.
    There was a loud ear-piercing explosion, a
blinding flash of bright light and the women and children were
suddenly a mass of dismembered body parts,