Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 1 Read Online Free Page B

together and photographed with a camera phone.
The pictures were then emailed to a specific address as
pre-arranged.
    Only three female servants were spared and
that was because they were very attractive and well-kept Shuwa Arab
girls, two of them sisters of fifteen and sixteen years old
respectively.
    This was a contract killing and it was why
they were there in the first place. The first part of their
payments had already been made and these photos would trigger the
second part. The final part, they would have to find for themselves
and it right in the house.
    As the terrorists ransacked the entire house,
the Isuzu Pickup Jeep drove up from the village and parked by the
Ford in front of the gates. The leader of the other band that had
taken the village had come to report to the commander and he had
only two men with him, the rest were securing the village.
    Mohammed was stunned by all the riches and
luxury he saw arrayed in the house. He found his superior officer
sitting alone in a huge armchair in the Alhaji’s huge bedroom,
toying with a beautiful jeweled dagger he had never before seen him
with. Form the way the commander was sitting, so still and
unmoving, staring fixedly ahead of him, it was clear his sharp mind
was calculating something. The man merely glanced at him as he
saluted and began to give his report of mission accomplished in
fluent Arabic. When he finished the commander still sat perfectly
still and unmoving as if he hadn’t heard a word but Mohammed knew
different. His commander was a tall slender man of thirty-five who
had been a peaceful trader around the Lake Chad before the
rampaging Nigerian Army killed his brother and burnt down his home
while his wife and two children hid inside. He was now a man on a
personal revenge mission and his intelligent calculating mind,
ruthless nature and powerful lean physic made him a highly
dangerous man to go up against. One moment he would be so cool and
the next a raging blood thirsty beast that could tear a man’s
throat right out of his neck with his bare fingers. Mohammad would
never forget the day he saw him do that to a captured Nigerian Army
officer even as he looked the man calmly in the eyes!
    Yes, there was a very good reason why this
man was a close confidant and honored bodyguard of the supreme
leader Abubakar shakeu. He was also one of the most feared man in
the whole holy army.
    Mohammed stood patiently, watching his
commander and waiting.
    After a few long moments the man spoke in
that calm quiet voice of his.
    “It seems to me that these new friends of
Abdul’s really know what they’re about” began his commander in
fluent Arabic. “Every piece of information they gave us about this
place has checked out accurately. From the unusual wealth of this
man to the complete isolation of this place, the good supply of
livestock and fine women, they were perfectly correct about
everything”
    “Yes” agreed Mohammed in an awed voice. Like
his father and his father’s father before him, Mohammed had been a
poor fisherman who lived in a wooden shack on Lake Chad until he
had the good sense to join the holy army. Modern luxury was like a
whole new world to him and he was already looking forward to
spending time in it, the commander was one of the very few top men
in the holy army who tolerated modern technology and luxury to some
extent but not western education, that one was purely against their
doctrine. “This village will definitely make a perfect base for us.
No one will ever come looking for us this far out and we can strike
freely into the neighboring states”
    “Yes” agreed his commander thoughtfully. “But
a lot of things bother me in this matter. First of all, what is the
origin of so much wealth out here in the middle of nowhere where
only extreme poverty exists. Secondly, what does this man go across
the border to do every three months to four months and why does it
take him a whole month to do it? How does he communicate with