The scent of blood-filled fog scattered all over the strength of the morning sun, the sun unfolds the beginning of a new-era, of a successful coup by Col.Letano in Esbania 1994, a new found small country in Africa. The presidential special unit had taken the ripe of the President visit to Tanzania on the seek for economic and mutual cooperation for his state...after the tidings the President George Muyoba was forced into exile in Ghana.
"Code 29, Operation Heaven this is Pt.Luoga on report sir!" squirreled the voice of the most young and entrusted soldier which poured into the enormous ears of the Colonel.."Heaven is ours now, new kingdom must raise even through blood and pus..bring OCTOPUS into action, we must bring stars into their correct position for they must shine under the new Heaven.."
Jan 27, 1994 Banil (Esbania).
Being in a nostalgic condition after long smoke and spending hours pouring his sperms out with another hooker as his usual habit, Octopus had become aware of his new state of life in Esbania after the coup. Sooner or later the phone in his shabby room will sprung to life with another soul-taking orders from the colonel.He wanted to reside to another country but he knew the very well the colonel would track his throat down.
Whisky, cunt and killing had become his ordeal way of life. Being a death angel had become his part of his constitution..being used by the top-brass in severe missions had ended him up a satisfactory slice of potato. Which he could see clearly it was meant to spoil him cause he had nothing to make his menacing mind tremble for fear of losing rather than his pretty life who owed it to the devil himself.
Being trained in major notch secret organizations, he had snapped with the Mossad for the two years and other black ops with the CIA for three years and not less a year with TISS until Col.Letano had come with his armageddon proposal he had crucial of what it meant to be surviving in shady business which meant knowing less, being useful and bore-some chap.
It was was all about not caring for losing, it was about making the world into one tiny cottage with an orchard behind it when you live all done and you only worry about grapes and the wine you wish to make out of it.
He shut his smoky-red eyes for three long minutes wondering if he had any precious moments in his life, that he can even ask God to replay them for him and his mind went straight blank and immediately his mind raced, his soul sank and his heart became more resentful than ever...''What is resentment, what is regret?'' such questions bothered his demonic mind and he made a clearly decision a jot of smoke will clear out the rubbish out of him but he remembered he had just finished his fourth cigarette when had convened a meeting with his devil residing on the far east side of his brain."Maybe a dry scotch on ice will do some magic." he thought aloud and he shot his long black hairy feet onto the ground, without considering mercy for it and took some stiff lazy steps to his sentimental fridge. Drank two shots straight up and he felt like his heart bulging out but he liked the burning sensation anyway. The ringing of the phone made his mind back to where it was.
''Balossa Corridors 3.00 am, Sharp.'' and the phone went back to hell or wherever it come from, for the voice resembled of the devil himself.
''I should sprinkle some holy water on the phone next time..the voice creeped my skin'' Octupus thought aloud.
0300Hrs Banil, Balossa Corridors Hotel.
Resembling the situation of the state, the hotel itself was quite chaotic, filled with arrogant customers who unwisely milk potatoes from poorest citizens.Shouting on top of how their throat could stretch as it was happened to be the only 3 star hotel in the state.Unfitted with expensive robes as other customers, Octopus was in a white hood and yet cannot be identified as white for the lack of laundry vitamins.He settled in the darkest edge corner of bar section of the hotel calmingly waiting for his delegates to arrive.
Black E200 Mercedes , shiny on the glamouring light of the moon raced towards Balossa's hotel gate, at glance the guard was in stance of lowering his firearm but the plate number showed its importance and spoke to the guard that he would even grind his teeth to regret for halting the vehicle.
Masculine, bold two men came into sight from the heavily tinted car.Immediately one would notice this meant dealing with the ghost of death by looking at Crab he was menacing black, tall and bald without forgetting his first-glance operational scar on the upper right of the forehead with his black suit which matched with the mood of the night.Shark was a scattered short but well structured man proving blood squirting was an easy task for them.
A dry gin for the dry souls were ordered. Crab, Octopus and Shark sat in a triangle which one could thought of an Illuminati forum.
''The Colonel has orders to give a residence shift to some dogs...he doesn't want them to howl on the new moon'' Crab crumbled out as he thought of himself as a poet for the words he uttered.
''Does this country have to leadership in exchange of blood''Shark poured his thoughts out.
''Don't let the gin speak out, you live for the sake of massacre''Octopus uttered.
''Where is the attendance?'' a tattooed black long hand spooked out a red file towards Octopus as a response.
''It's blank...the file is blank''Shark blurted out as he anxiously peeped onto the file.
''Its always blank..milk ink''Octopus cracked a laughter.
''A light to bring out souls to be burnt out'' Octopus thought between his jots of smoking and putting the list on a candle for the milk to reveal the hidden deeds.
After a moment of seconds, the list was all eyelids to Octopus but he did not want to go in lines of the list and he decided to put the list on the drawer...''earlier morning for an earlier work'' and he shut his smoky eyes but knowing he wont sleep.
''The country will be left with 'wajinga' if all the slaughtering list was for the academics and critics...regrets? What are regrets?'' Octopus was thoughts in thoughts when he passed through the lists.University professors, political icons, economic critics, businessmen, justice practitioners and military top brass were all on the list..But there was name that made Octopus eyelids contract even harder...why would a poor tax paying citizen be on such catastrophe. But he believed being the Colonel orders every soul's blood counted.
*Wajinga is a plural of stupid people in Swahili language.
*Mjinga singular form