Word was sent to Moibutu‑dada that the job had been done. The villages and the villagers that were both an eyesore and a nuisance were no more. He ordered his thugs to do the needful. The local and foreign press, who covered the burning inferno were kept away from the burning villages and could only take pictures from far. There was no surviving villager to tell first hand what had happened. Only a number of motorists who managed to speed away under hails of bullets told of the horrors of the burning oil pipeline, the burning village shacks and the strange people who shot and killed those who tried to escape from the fires.
Uniformed police shifted through the roast bodies in the pretext of looking for survivors. They picked hundreds of young boys’ and girls’ bodies that were not badly ch
