Soldiers do go to war to kill or get killed, for them it's victory or nothing, you either bring back home the spoils of war or be told as a story to your children and been saluted six feet down in the grave on remembrance day. Either way, it ain't easy at all.
I bowed my head in shame, the reality of the way we've just fought and lost has dawned on me, I dare not raise up my head, how dare I, the commander in chief of an entire army, the known revolutionist, the unborn even put there trust in me as I once read in the newspapers, it makes me laugh then, but now, I cry, I shed tears more than a baby could, more than loosing a child. I am weighed down by the curse of a revolution I started. If by chance my wife came out finally from the kitchen which I could hear her, what will I tell her, no need to worry though, she might have heard it in the news.
I sat there thinking how it all started, the pang to have my country rebirth, the urge to develop a scheme that could change the status quo, a system that can bring to the lowest minimal both corruption and poverty, though the two were always interlinked.
The plan was simple, but now it has failed, the most trusted party flag bearer sponsored by us and put in place to deflate the core of power went out MIA on the eve of battle. Money isn't the root of all evil is the love as the good book said, and we the youth have invested our lives, money and our future into this young man, trusted and tested in years of experience with him. Reoswo is the name, and our meeting countless times has gathered a very big dust of the revolution, we the youths are ready, the social media is agog with news of our candidate, yes, our candidate, till he just disappeared out of thin air only to reappear like the Christ's second coming saying he has defected camp. Please tell me who does that, who the hell does that, and not his fault though, it's mine, it's my vision, my defiency in facing the crowd, my phlegmatic introvert lifestyle has eaten deep into me with just a flash of the camera, am already stuttering.
Still in the mood of sorrow, heads bowed and eyes closed, the whole country is in deep tension and just one heavy blow anywhere in the country could light up a gun powder of Civil Wars, I wouldn't want that either, it's too big a loss for too small a country. I finally managed to accept defeat and turn up the volume of the TV which has been watching me since I came in.
"Even if Reoswo has betrayed the party that fed him, and bowed to the political mamon, I, Dr. Grevada won't because of this turned my back against the party, and I, hereby declare my ambition to be party flag bearer if our revolutionary party leaders would agree" that was Grevada, Reoswo's running mate, he came from a very wealthy family and choosing him was to pacify the upper class that we have them in mind.
The phone rang but am starting to develop some heart attack because you just don't know where and when anything will pop up, the plan was so perfect that there was no flaws in it, that was the mistake though, nothing in life is perfect, picking it up to see the name of the party secretary, I hope he has a very good news that can finally made me smile but his voice on the other side brought more sadness with it.
"Sir, did you watch the news? "
"Yes, "
"What do you you think? "
I was silent for half a minute and couldn't find an answer, how on earth can we trust the remaining part of a snake whose head is cut off.
"Sir, many party leaders have called me and showed interest in having him as our party flag bearer "
"Ok"
"OK sir."
The line went dead immediately, not a bad news after all.
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The news that came up on the screen as usual, the Middle East and there Civil Wars, I thank goodness this is not my country as I turned up the volume again, and took notice of the news headline below the screen and those who are fighting, the reality dawned on me. It was my country!, in shambles, protest and division has broke out between oppositions and targeted assassination is now on rampage with some carrying placard and I could see my name written boldly on it as one of there most wanted, the opposition did this am sure, what is my offence? Because I didn't get someone from there locality there, the tension build up in me so much that I start to cough out what doesn't exist on my chest, an asthmatic patient at that as I managed to grab my inhaler which was nowhere to be found.
Hitting the floor harder as I rolled and rolled for help, none was near, the thought of dying here pleased me better than been lynched in the hands of opposition in a country that has depreciate in moral and bid the world goodbye.
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"Sweet heart wake up, It's 7:32 am,"
Opening my eyes and not in the hospital but on my bed at home gave me a bit of a second chance, I sprang up and bowed my head to thank God that it was just a dream, just a dream.
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