THE DICTATOR

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Episode 4: Plaground 

Umm! Umm! Yes! Oooh! ..The moaning grew louder as the man thrusts went deeper into her catapulting their minds to ecstasy.The room was dark but not dark enough to conceal prying eyes from puzzling at such savage expressions of human lust. "Suleh! What are you doing there? ". The spying little boy made no attempt to run but stood; quite ignorant of what he just did. "OO! You naughty boy!" his mother said furiously as she pulled him by the ears."Ah! Mama! What have I done?" the boy managed to say as he winced in pain. They were in the plantation now as he began to wail. "Yeh! Sumatra take it easy..do you want to kill him?" a woman asked as they passed by the ridges. "What he has done deserves that" she replied. "i would sell you and buy a good wrapper for myself if it were in ancient times" she threatened him. They had reached their portion of ridges when she turned at once and sunk her hands on his face."Mama, please!" the boy screamed unable to break loose from her firm grip. "Mother! Mother! Please stop! Sarah dropped her hoe and rushed to save him. She managed to get hold of her hand just in time before she landed him another slap. The boy broke free and ran off to a distance still sobbing." That little rat! I caught him..peeping into ..a hut while a customer..a customer.." "OK mum please forgive him" Sarah cut in as she quickly understood what happened. Her chest heaved as she tried desperately to calm herself. "Please forgive him."

The war had ended. But some military factions still  loyal to the dictator held regions of the country hostage. It had rendered women and children homeless. Those who escaped to neighboring countries for refuge where either chased back or subjected to harsh conditions. For Sumatra, the options were to work on a plantation with little or no wages or prostitute herself. She opted for the former being unwilling to yield to the temptation of the later."it's just for a while" her friends would say."It pays better than bending your back under the sun and tilling your life away" they advised.

"Sir.. Sir" I said. "Ssh! Journalist! Keep your voice down! the general retorted. He was half way between the hooked line. The crossing was for me the height of our adventure. We hid from troops under cars,slept in tunnels by night, evaded step-on bombs and hand grenades. But crossing storey buildings with a rope was the height of it. The lieutenant's body was found in the sewers. He was tortured evidently from the marks on his corpse but we couldn't tell if he gave us away. The power was still running when we entered. The fun fair center swarmed with soldiers. " This way, the studio is this way.." Fayub whispered to us. We got there in time and after a bit of struggle the transmitter came alive." Nice lad! I always knew you had it in you!" the general teased me. "Transmit this"....

"KsssshKsssshh!" #radio sound#

.....to be continued....