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Two Flames on a Candle (Episode 5)

Chima found himself in an abandoned Primary School peeping through bullet holes in a wall. The late afternoon heat seemed to be exacerbated by the ratatat of rifle gun fire. Beyond a broken fence in the distance, Chima could observe insurgents with their kaftans scurrying about with their heads bent. None however attempted to go through the broken wall.

"Bastards, try and cross it now" Chima dared in his mind. Some foolhardy insurgent at the moment seemed to hear Chima's thoughts. He bravely crossed the wall and began to run towards the classroom where Chima was. Chima's rifle coughed twice and the insurgent slumped like a sack of beans. Other insurgents who were already charging saw what happened and retreated.

Captain Damola who was was just transferred in from Damboa to head the unit stepped into the classroom. 
"Well done, well done" he growled. Without saying anything more, he stepped out. Captain Damola was not a man of many words. Chima who had the duty of allocating aliases to all teammates decided he would call him Drogo after Kahl Drogo from Game of Thrones. Chima was sure the name would stick. Damola apart from being silent all the time had a huge frame and sported heavy beards just like Kahl Drogo.

Chima's thoughts were cut short by the sentry's scream. The relentless insurgents were on a surge again. This time they leveled the fence with a gun truck. With the fence gone, they proceeded to fire heavily at the classroom block with Triple-A ammunition.

Chima rose to check if the insurgents were advancing when a sharp pain hit his head and he went blank. He opened his eyes and groaned in pain, he was relieved to see Miriam lying beside him.

Miriam put an arm to him and murmured something then switched on the lights. Chima was half awake and could not move. He could hear the noise from the chaos of the battle and he could also hear that his bedroom was silent at the same time. He could hear a gruff voice asking stupid questions.
"What came over you that you wanted to stand up and look like that? Is that how you were trained?"
He heard himself answer "I don't understand myself, it's like someone is controlling me"

With a deep gasp, Chima woke up from his dream. Miriam had been staring at him all along.
"Babe, go and see that psychologist, I can't bear to see you like this anymore".

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