The End is Only the End
By Jamin jay aka Creeza
©2019
1
TWO WAGONS passed by . I paused , to catch a glimpse. One closely behind the other . It was a desolate scene and barely few buildings were left standing with admirable features.
The wagons had sirens. They blared successively, scheming leisurely across the tarmac. The landscape was deserted and one could see the points at each end of the long tarmac. It could have been me , it could had been anyone inside that air delorone .Those flying cars. It could have been anyone.
I noticed also that except for burnt cars and vandalised properties on each side of the road , nothing else remained the same.The sirens disapperared into the horizons at the farthest lines.
I walked towards the once gigantic secretariat in the Capitol, I was still hoping for something better than these.Then it occurred to me: They all knew that the war could have been prevented . It came as a result of low cohesion and frictional disintegration between two prominent religious groups. It was an operation tagged ‘ Wipe-out’ .
For many days, the war ravaged the country sides, taking with it lives and property. Women and children suffering the most casualties. Within weeks, the Extremists muslims had massacred half the population of the christains. The military had been sabortaged and the borders ruined. The airsapce was monitored and no international plane could sneak in or out . In months nothing remained of the once giant of Africa, but ruins of a disguised genocide.
Incredibly, Communications had slacked and the year was 2042. Terribly, nothing remained the same. Nothing.
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The voice of the man of God was crystal clear. Everyone in the church heard his message. Chants of alelluyah , amen could make a full album if taken record of . It was a blissful morning and everything seemed normal except for the fact that the church’s five entrances were manned. Each soldier armed to the teeth and masked.
The lord will protect his people ” the pastor reassured his congregation’ Fear not. Worry not!!!”
” Amen !!!’ Rancoured the hall.
Everyone forgot what was at stake . well , as for me I did not.
At the left corner of the church, beside a ceramic coated window pane , here I sat, disturbed . I darted my eyes from left to right. The people beside me got suspicious. Sweat broke from my pores and I had a terrible feeling about everything. Nothing should seem normal.
ALL THE while, my eyes fixed mostly at the assistant pastor who never spoke a word but shook his head. The man sat next to an exit door- a door to the back of the chapel sanctuary.
The worship began and everyone was happy and less concerned about their environment, except the guards at the doors and me of course. The sounds of walkie talkies( micro chipped and attached to the Lobe of the ears) buzzed at every given opportunity. Soldiers were busy.
” OVER- Tango to Alpha ….the president’ s hideout has been compromised and he’s been assassinated..Over ” one voice buzzed through the talkie. I had tapped into their transmission . Don’t blame me. If you live in a world like mine , you’ll be very smart. Smart to continue living.
The guard at the main entrance tried to get the news clearly. He was probably the officer in charge.
He said ” Alpha … ” Over ” Come in with your last transmission ….”
” Over …the president has been assassinated. Our men are under huge attack ..over ..’ Bullet sounds came through the walkies’ we need immediate back up…get General fast ..over”
The man was shocked. he turned to face the church , he walked towards the aisle and then forward to the front. He was barely few paces forward when a guard at the left side of the church released a Lazar slugged bullet in his direction. The impact saw the man , hefty and tall, fall flat to the ground . Dead.
PANIC. It broke out and people screamed. Everyone puzzled as to why the soldier had shot his superior . Everyone was puzzled but not me .
‘ Allah huakbah!! Chanted the soldier who has shot the man. The other four soldiers replied and so did the assistant pastor.
” Everyone get down ‘ On your knees and don’t move . ‘
The assistant pastor ordered. He took off his tie and flung his suit to a corner before he put on an imams cap immediately.
Now I was certain what was happening as half the church , about thirty men out of the eighty five or more present , all put on Islamic vests. All wore masks now. The guards at the doors brought in bags . Each containing military grade .42 laser guns and switch controlled lazer beams. They gave it to the thirty men . All guns , fully loaded and the beams shone brightly with terror .
Women and children cried. The men tried to remain calm.
” Pull down that cross ” ordered the Imam.
A soldier came forth and shot the strings attached the wall. The cross fell down forward and instantly killed the main pastor. He had been kneeling at the center of the altar, bible in his shivering hands.
Blood splattered and grotesque imagery filled the altar.
” Jesus Christ ” cried out a woman from within the congregation . A Muslim soldier slapped her . He hit her forehead with the rear of his .42 Lazer wizard.
She passed out , unconscious on the cold floor.
” One more sound that is not Islamic ” The imam ordered the now silent crowd. ” One more. And you die”
2.
The president had retained his seat. There was supposed to be an inaugural speech that June but a week before the D day , a bomb attack brought down the senate building . All 109 senators roasted and no trace of remains , just dust. The last carbinet was pressumed strong enough ; The president , the Chief judge , the vice president ( who went missing weeks later ) and the commander of the NRRF : General Fast .
It was supposed to be the last hope at peace, until the president was assassinated that early Sunday morning. The Extremists had attacked hard and they took it straight to the head. A death blow.
Things would never remain the same. This thought stroke my head as I darted my eyes from side to side looking for an escape route.
