THE PLAN TO ASSASSINATE ME
I do hope that the episodes and travails of my life will be useful lessons to those who care to listen and to learn.
It was about 2:30 pm yesterday (12 Dec, 2020) that the hired assassins came to my compound in 3 loaded vehicles. My boys identified the driver of the Sienna to be a known Amuro chap. At a vantage point from my room I counted 5 fully armed hoodlums right inside my compound shooting at anything and everything. Some of my boys jumped over barbbed wired fence and got themselves seriously wounded while others ran helter skelter for their lives.Those wounded are still treating their various wounds. It was the volcano of the ta ta ta ta ta ta that actually woke me up from sleep after reaching home from a charade or comedy called “election”.
I jumped up from my bed and saw from my windows how they were shooting at my house. Series of calls started coming into my phones telling me that my house has been condoned off by many armed men from outside. I heard them shouting and saying ” Where is that useless commodore. Let me come out and we shall finish him here.”
I ignored the calls persuading me not to come out. The military in me got me infuriated and I was prepared to damn the consequence even if it meant death while defending my house. I got dressed up and came out when I saw them quickly zoomed off like cowards. Some of my boys displayed absolute bravery and stoned them before they ran away.
The hoodlums wore old police bullet proof jackets but I can tell from the way they operated that they were not trained policemen. You could see fear in them as they were shooting. I think they must be hired assassins.
Actually, I was prepared to die yesterday if they had stay longer. I have seen worse situation and can not be easily frightened or cowed by rag tagged hoodlums. The worst that could have happened to me was death and I was prepared for it. Having lived this long, I should not be afraid to die. Very many of my colleagues at arms are long dead and forgotten. I know that my time would come someday and if it came yesterday, to God be the glory.
My only worry yesterday till now is why has Amuro turned itself to a battle ground while Mopa (where the chairman comes from) remained calm and peaceful? Why is it that it is Amuro persons that are used to hunt other Amuro persons? Why is it so easy to set Amuro against itself? My second worry is that the persons after my life now are the same persons closed to me and for whom I have made sacrifices. They are the people now trying to assassinate me. And I really don’t know the offence I have committed. I have always been a target at every election and I don’t know why this should be so. If not for God, by now I should be lying cold in a mortuary. But why? I was not a contester. All I am doing is in exercise of my constitutional right.
Yesterday attack was a premeditated hired assassins plan. They have conducted their “election” in my unit and left. They have also “won”. So, why the need to attack my house again if not that they have another murderous agenda?
It is very clear that my life is no longer safe. I am writing a report to the appropriate security outfits in Abuja telling them the likely suspects just in case I am killed eventually.
And if they succeed in killing me, my only request is that my boys should organize a very befitting military burial for me. I narrowly escaped yesterday. I may not be that lucky all the time. My will is ready and anytime they succeed in striking me down, then it shall be “A o pade leti odo …..”. Amuro ronu o. God bless.
Cdre Folusho Daniel rtd.
