TALES FROM THE CITIES.

  The crowds cheered on the chasers as they prepared to carry out the annual ritual of chasing the criminals out of the village literally. The righteous anger of the villagers directed at the criminals filled the air - the criminals were of a mixed crowd just like those baying for their punishments to commence, and their crimes ranged from cold-blooded murder to stealing to feed, and they were also a mix of the child, the youth and the elderly.      Ojemba a renowned and seasoned participant in the chase looked up to where his wife and kids were sitting, in the early hours of the morning, he had reminded them why the events of the day, took place and why they ought to all live honorable lives. Ojemba waved to his family as he turned to the criminals and blew the horn. It was simple yet horrific, the criminals were to be chased and anyone who was caught up with before they left the boundary of the village was clubbed to death – regardless of the crimes committe...

  In a twinkle of an eye, the status quo had changed. The radicals had fled. Leaving their families behind – wife and children. The reunions was only made possible by the intervention of the retired Army Captain, Musa and the head of the civilian vigilantes, he got cuckold husbands to receive their wives after waiting a period of three months to ensure that the seed of their recently deposed kidnappers was not growing in the wombs of their wives. But not all the women were from the community, the others were the actual wives of the radicals from their local communities and other communities they had conquered – they were left to the mercy of the baser instincts of the men from the community as a repayment for what their husbands did to their wives. Musa had agreed to this compromise, on the condition that no man be caught on top of any woman other than his wife. Many men ignored this, but after his own brother-in-law was caught on top of the young wife of a radical in his...