Now a coup was underway. Unhappy officers were on rampage. Ibrahim was called to duty.
Heavy gunfire rocked the city. Ebere shivered; fear clawed at her heart. She wondered if her soldier would return.
The fighting raged for over 48 hours. An eerie silence descended on the barracks. “I know he’s safe,” Ebere told herself.
Keening softly to herself, she kept vigil for another 48 hours.
At dawn on the fifth day, there was a light knock on the door. Ebere stood up and opened it. She froze.