It’s 1992, the Nigerian village Inisa was like normal, men working, woman tending at home or at work, kids playing outside, animals roaming around, the food and clothing markets around the areas where anyone walked.
Just, very peaceful and quiet… but something has to ruin that.. America.
Ah, America. The country that always starts problems and the most hated nation of them all. But today, the army was on break until they were called by their general.
“Today, We have a mission, we evade Nigeria and kill every f•cking thing that gets in our way.” The general spoke with a straight face.
And what was their mission? To capture and kill the Nigerian army general, General Sani Abacha. They needed to get to the base and to get to the base they had to fight.. which means…
Kill.
Everything in Inisa was fine, until 13:42 in the afternoon, all hell broke loose.
The Americans and the Nigerian people were in some type of conflict, which let to a man yelling out,
“WON WA NIBI!!! AWON AMERICA WA NIBI!!”
From then on, helicopters swarmed the area, multiple soldiers entered the village holding up guns and shooting and many innocent people.
But the Nigerian army was fighting back too, shooting at the Americans, already, the are was flying with sand, dust and gunpowder smoke.
Even after 30 minutes all you saw the dead bodies or injured people on the floor left and right.
A solider named “Phillip”, or “Philly” as a nickname barged into a small house of the village to check for any people.
“IF YOU’RE IN THIS F•CKING HOUSE LET ME SEE YOUR F•CKING HANDS!!” He yelled out while keeping his gun up, looking around the home.
Soldiers were outside the house shooting random people, meanwhile, Phillip was searching room from room to find any villagers.
But soon he saw a lady that looks around his age and what seemed to be her sister… her.
She was beautiful, her dark chocolatey skin glistened in the light. “Guys..” Phillip put his hand up.
It was hard for Phillip to take his eyes off her, “Let’s… let’s not shoot them.” He told the other 2.
David was surprised, “But Philly—”
“Lets not, just put them in handcuffs and take them with us to America, but first, give me a second with the older girl.” Phillip struck back at David.
Once it was just him and that girl alone, he spoke. “Listen, I’m not here to hurt you or your people, beautiful. I haven’t hurt any of your people, I promise.” It was true, he just watched everything go down.
“Let’s start with telling me your name.” Phillip crouched down to the girl. “My name is Phillip.” He put a hand on his chest.
“Trust me… please.” He put his hand out for her to grab.