Monday 1 September 2014

Boko Haram Forcefully Recruiting Youths 18-20 into Their Sect

Boko Haram Forcefully Recruiting Youths 18-20 into Their Sect


Youths between the age of 18 and 20 have fled the besieged Gamboru Ngala town of Borno State, citing forced recruitment into the Bako Haram sect by the insurgents.

They said apart from recruiting youths and forcing them to take up arms, the insurgents were also killing those who proved stubborn.
One of the fleeing youths, who is now taking refuge in the neighbouring Republic of Cameroon, told BBC Hausa Radio yesterday that the town had consequently been deserted, with residents running away in numbers.
"Actually, it was a horrendous experience. Youths of 18, 19 and 20 years are being arrested and killed by Boko Haram," he narrated.
"What they are presently doing in Gamboru is that a youth of within that range would be forced to take up gun and upon his resistance, they will slaughter him.
"A war-plane yesterday came and hovered around. But instead of the plane to shell their areas, we saw it going to the outskirts of the town.
"It came from the east to Gamboru; we were watching it, thinking that it came to shell. It looked as if it would bomb them, but after a while it went far and released some smoke. We don't know if it was a bomb nor not," he said.
He was asked of the situation in Gamboru as at the time they left the town, where he replied that "the situation in Gamboru was that the youth, aged, women and children were all leaving the town in numbers."
A woman, who is presently in one of the camps in Cameroon, also summed up the predicament at the camp as "we came from Gamboru to Cameroon. Although we have drinking water here, but we are lacking what to eat."


{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ VERDANT STORIES SECTION...FORBIDDEN >>>>> Garba was the only one of his father's twelve sons who agreed to get an education in his town. His mum was the last of 4 wives and so encouraged him to go and learn the white man's way. "I have heard that when you go to that school in the town, you will never have to work in the farm or roam about with cattle. You will grow wise and work in the white man's place," his mother had said. His father had been skeptic and suspicious of the Whiteman. The Whiteman had come to Dogongari, Garba's village and had taken residence there. And because Garba's father, Dandogo was the village head. the Whiteman became his friend. Once, the Whiteman had given him some coloured water from a bottle to drink. He had observed the Whiteman drinking it and when the Whiteman had offered him, he drank. It tasted sharp yet inviting. He was soon enjoying it and before long, he had begun to talk too much and laughing. His chiefs had been alarmed. Dandogo was even telling the Whiteman how he intended to• many a fifth wife. His chiefs were surprised. No man spoke about such things in public. They suspected that the Whiteman had put something in the drink. What kind of a golden-coloured drink was it anyway? When Dandogo got up, he staggered and almost fell had his chiefs not held him. Then he began to talk all sorts ofrubbish, his eyes rolled up. They took him home. They put him in bed and his wives waited upon him. He slept for long and only woke up at noon. Later when his subjects told him what had happened, he refused to accept. He could not recall ever saying anything or how he got home. But of course he remembered he had been drinking with the Whiteman. Then he reasoned that the Whiteman must have given him something bad to drink that he had lost his senses. When the Whiteman was asked what it was he gave the head-chief, he said it was just rum. Ever since, Dandogo had been wary of him and his agents. Now, the same man had told him of his school in town and said Dandogo should bring some of his children to the school. At first he had refused, suspecting that the Whiteman wanted to kidnap them. "If he runs away with our children, where do we know he came from that we will go and look for him?" Dandogo said to his chiefs. But the Whiteman was persistent, telling him of the benefits. Still Dandogo would not accept. Instead, he nominated other people's children and hid his own. The children that went to town to the Whiteman's school came to the village three times a year and they had begun to understand the Whiteman's language and were able to write like the Whiteman on chalk slates. They were different from the other children. "Well, he has not kidnapped the children but only made them be like him," Dandogo said one day when the Whiteman came to urge him to bring his children to the school. Now, based on what he had told his children about the Whiteman's trick to kidnap them, none of his children wanted to go to the school. But Garba who was only seven years had his mother to encourage him. And that was how Garba got the chance to go to school. "Now listen, Garba," his father said. "When you go to the Whiteman's school, be careful, don't drink any coloured water because it will make you forget yourself, don't do the Whiteman's religion and don't let him deceive you." "Yes, father," Garba said. His mother put a hand on his head. "Always be a good boy. Never ever fight, learn the Whiteman's way very well. It is an easy way to be rich without hard work," she said. The news had gone round Dogongari that one of Dandogo, the village head's sons was going to the Whiteman's school. "Your son could be a doctor, a lawyer, a government official, an engineer or anything he's good at as he grows," the Whiteman said to Dandogo on the day the school children were to depart the village. Dandogo did not know what the Whiteman meant. "Just don't deceive my son and don't make him do your religion,- Dandogo said through the interpreter as usual. Garba was dressed in a white shirt and brown Khaki shorts that the Whiteman had given to him that early morning. He looked smart in it. His mother was crying that he was leaving. The Whiteman took the children in a rickety mammy wagon and drove down the rough road out of Dogongari. The other children ran after the wagon until it was gone.

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