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DARE DA DUHU BOOK COMPELET BY ZEEY KUMURYA DA NIMCEY 

Heavy rainfall did not stop him from walking quickly across the headquarters field in Abuja. With military pride, dignity, and rugged determination, he strode forward. The rain poured heavily on his body; to look at him was to see the epitome of a strong man.
The entire military camp was packed with senior and junior soldiers (part of the Nigerian Armed Forces Headquarters, Abuja. Motto: "Victory is from God Alone!").
None of the soldiers at the headquarters seemed bothered by the torrential downpour. Some stood, some sat, some attended to their personal business, while others gathered in dry spots to smoke cigarettes.
Initially walking fast, he soon regulated his pace, which was his standard custom. Wherever he passed within the headquarters, hands saluted him upward—a clear sign that he was a man of great importance and high rank among the military personnel.
He headed toward a specific office with complete calmness. Upon arrival, he was given way to enter. The moment he stepped inside, he stood at attention, raising his hand in the traditional military salute of mutual respect. The soldier sitting at the desk, dressed in full camouflage, smiled warmly and said:
"Have a seat..." pointing to a chair.
Hesitating for a moment, he finally sat down.
General Ibrahim A.M looked at the young officer before him and said:
"We spoke with the Chief of Army Staff regarding the upcoming operation. It is a difficult assignment, and we do not want the kidnappers to get any information about this mission because it is extremely dangerous. You must be careful; we cannot guarantee that everyone will return alive, as you know how these things go."
The young officer kept his gaze lowered, listening to the General without any sign of speaking, gathering his full concentration to heed his commander. General Ibrahim opened a file, flipped through it, and looked up at the young man:
"Hope you are ready for it, and have you said goodbye to your family?"
Only then did the young officer raise his red-rimmed eyes to look at General Ibrahim. His piercing gaze made the General exclaim:
"Oh, I forgot you just came back from Zamfara yesterday."
The young man said nothing, simply staring at the General.
General Ibrahim continued:
"You may leave. A chopper is waiting for you at the airport, and the Air Force will precede you. Pay close attention to all the intelligence they provide and follow the instructions you receive from us."
The young officer stood up, saluted sharply, and said, "Ok, sir." He turned and walked slowly out of General Ibrahim's office.
Calmly, General Ibrahim picked up his phone and punched in some numbers. Shortly after, the call was answered. Lowering his voice, he said:
"There is good news." A thick, gruff voice replied from the other end: "What is the news?"
General Ibrahim said:
"The Chief of Army Staff has given the order for the soldiers at the Abuja headquarters to deploy to Niger State, straight into the Zugurma forest where you are holding those children. And this time, they have full authorization to shoot. It is a directive from the NAC—the Nigerian Army Council."
The man on the other end laughed before replying:
"Suicide born in the rainy season! Do they think they can rescue the kidnapped girls after the government failed to give us what we demanded?"
General Ibrahim replied:
"I called just to inform you of their arrival. At any moment, the air force will storm the forest. I will coordinate all the operation plans with our officers here in Niger State, and I will keep you updated on every battle arrangement so that you can gain the upper hand. So, prepare for their arrival."
The man laughed and said:
"They always say it takes an indigene to conquer a hometown. We are labeled villains, but you are the true traitor of the nation."
General Ibrahim smiled and said:
"Well, that is just life. Otherwise, you will finish your service and retire into empty poverty where feeding becomes a struggle, or you die for nothing defending a country that fails to provide for its security personnel. So, I will send you my account number; send me my share because I heard some of the victims' parents paid you cash to release their daughters."
The man snapped:
"Send you what?! Whose mother's house am I supposed to find a POS or network in the middle of a thick jungle?"
Ibrahim replied:
"True. Just keep my money ready; I will figure out how to collect it because I need it." With that, he hung up, proving there is nothing he wouldn't do for money.
Indeed, it takes an insider to ruin a town.
As the young officer stepped out of the General's office, he headed toward a spot to pick up his bag. He stopped short upon seeing a young female soldier marching toward him, which caused him to frown deeply. The woman, named Salima, said:
"Come on, Captain, at least smile at me today. I left Maiduguri for Abuja just for you."
The man referred to as the Captain looked at Salima and then looked away. Salima frowned and snapped:
"I don't know what I did to you. For over five years, I’ve been chasing you, even before you got married."
The Captain adjusted his stance, furrowing his brow, and said harshly:
"I don't deal with loose women. I will not associate with a common harlot."
Salima swallowed a bitter taste and retorted:
"Is there even a single righteous man left in the military? Every day you guys chase women around, but when we women seek men, it becomes a catastrophe! Look, if you tell me today that you want me, I will be entirely yours. I don't care about the other women you play with, as long as you satisfy my needs."
The Captain hissed, brushed past her, and walked away. Everywhere he passed, he saw male and female soldiers entwined, shamelessly enjoying themselves.
An announcement blared out, prompting the Captain to grab his bag and head to the field. Salima was also among those posted to Niger State.
It was a bright Saturday morning, corresponding to May 25, 2011. A military helicopter hovered over the Zugurma forest in Niger State. The chopper circled the forest overhead, its deafening roar echoing everywhere.
By precisely 12:00 PM, the Captain's troop helicopter landed at the Niger State airstrip. In a short while, they completed all preparations and marched into the forest.
They rode in heavy combat trucks, including RG-31s, while some marched on foot, engaging in military banter before receiving orders to halt and pitch camp in a specific area after a long march, without detecting any major movement in the forest.
Inside one of the trucks, a young man sat in the driver's seat. He slowly unbuckled his helmet, stepped down, and watched a fellow soldier casually adjusting his rifle, taking a seat nearby. Some Muslim soldiers were performing ablution for prayer, others were eating, and some isolated themselves to smoke cigarettes.
Captain Daniel opened his reddened eyes, glared at a soldier, and said in English:
"You're done for, since you brought us into this jungle."
The soldier rubbed his head and replied:
"War is not mine."
Captain Daniel smiled and said:
"You go see!" meaning you will see!
Everyone disembarked from the truck except for one soldier who, from the moment they entered the jungle, hadn't lifted his head or spoken a word. Daniel looked at him and called out:
"Captain Khamal."
The one called Captain Khamal lifted his head slowly. He was very dark-skinned, the kind of handsome, striking dark (He's dark-skinned yet handsome). At a glance, you could tell he was a man who meant business; his heart was unwavering, and his facial expression was perpetually hardened (though friendly to his family).
"Is there a problem?"
Captain shook his head, trying to put on his military uniform shirt.
Another soldier sighed and said:
"This is a very dangerous war. If we succeed, you could earn a major promotion because you excel at tactical security work. There is a high chance of a big promotion, but you look so unhappy."
Captain Khamal widened his large eyes at Jamil and said indifferently:
"Should I start shouting because I'm going to war? Or because of a promotion? What does it matter?"
Jamil shrugged and threw his hands up:
"Don't give me that attitude, man! You're probably courting disaster. It's been about five months since you last saw your wife; no wonder you lack peace of mind. There are so many women all around us—just let loose to blow off some steam. My whole world stretches only from Kano to Abuja, yet you constrain yourself like a stone idol."
Captain Khamal sneered, adjusting his rifle. Seeing that Khamal was ignoring him, Jamil added:
"I advise you as your best friend, not as a colleague."
The Captain hissed and replied:
"You absolute madman, it’s nothing like what you're thinking!"
Jamil widened his eyes, trying to suppress a laugh at Khamal's fierce reaction, knowing full well how deep waters run. He said:
"I'm the madman? I swear, there's a girl who comes to my house every day; I'll just hand her over to you when we get back to Abuja."
Captain hissed, walking away while saying:
"Rather than commit adultery, I'd rather die." With that, he stepped out of the vehicle.
Jamil watched him leave, marveling at Khamal’s incredible self-discipline and patience. While many soldiers found ways to relieve stress, Khamal remained completely chaste.
A Captain holds a major position in the military and maritime service as the highest-ranking company officer, identified by three vertically aligned silver stars on the shoulders. This is the highest rank within tactical troop organization, marking the beginning of entry into the Nigerian Army Council (NAC) hierarchy.
Captain Khamal stared into the dense forest, wondering how huge it was. Where would they even begin searching for those girls? Would they all return home alive, or what? Standing with his hands in his pockets, fully geared in combat attire, he suddenly felt someone tap him from behind. He spun around, pulling his gun, only to see Captain Daniel smiling while puffing on a cigarette:
"You’re patrolling the forest like you don't know fear."
Khamal grimaced, the smell of tobacco turning his stomach. Daniel pulled a photograph from his trouser pocket and handed it to Captain Khamal:
"Keep this with you."
Captain slowly stared at the photo, which showed a woman holding a baby girl. Confused, he asked:
"What do I need this for?"
Daniel replied:
"In case I don't survive here, give it to my wife. My gut tells me not everyone will leave this jungle alive given the intelligence we have on these bandits."
Khamal simply looked at Daniel, took the photo without a word, and slipped it into his trouser pocket.
Ever since they landed in the wilderness, nothing could be heard except the cries of wild beasts. Khamal walked slowly, pausing near a tree, but quickly averted his eyes upon seeing Captain Daniel and a female soldier locked in a passionate embrace, completely unbothered by the threat of an ambush.
He walked away in disgust, returning to where the other soldiers gathered. Jamil asked him:
"Captain, once we win this, are you finally going to quit going to war?"
The Captain shrugged, indicating he didn't know. They sat down together, watching preparations unfold, wondering if the enemy knew they were there or if this was all part of some unknown divine plan.
Jamil picked up his phone to make a video call to his loose girlfriend, but there was zero network coverage in the deep forest. Instead, he grabbed a pen and paper to write. In the middle of his writing, gunshots suddenly echoed from all directions!
In a scramble, Jamil shoved the paper into the Captain's hand. Before you could blink, the forest erupted with the deafening sound of gunfire.
With swift agility, the valiant soldiers began returning fire, executing disciplined and professional combat maneuvers. The roaring echo of gunshots completely swallowed the jungle.
They fought for a long time. There was no time for Muslim prayers, no food; the soldiers grew deeply distressed as casualties mounted and the battle swung against them before they could even reach the kidnapped girls. Many soldiers were severely wounded. Once the shooting finally subsided, the camp medics began administering emergency first aid.
In the dead of night, everyone hid where they could. Suddenly, Khamal’s phone lit up. In shock, he stared at the screen displaying the caller ID: My wife. Just as he was about to reject the call, he remembered it had been exactly two months since he last spoke to his wife. Doubting he would make it out alive, he answered calmly:
"Hey, babe..."
From Kano, Khamal's wife, Na'ima, said:
"My peace of mind, sleep has eluded me, dear."
He stayed silent because of a rustling sound he heard close by. Na'ima whispered softly:
"I miss you so much, along with the baby in my womb. My heart is in complete turmoil, and I can't reach you on the phone. I don't want anything bad to happen to you."
He closed his eyes and whispered:
"I miss you. Take care of yourself; I'm working right now." With that, he abruptly hung up the phone.
He began crawling slowly on the ground, dragging himself toward a figure lying motionless in the distance. He was shocked to find a young girl lying in a pool of blood, barely breathing, her clothes completely torn. It was obvious she had been brutally raped—not just by one man, but by multiple attackers given her horrific condition.
The dying girl grabbed Khamal's hand tightly, her voice trembling. Unable to speak properly while clinging to him, Khamal pressed his ear close to her lips. She whispered weakly:
"Ya... Ya... Yaya (Big Brother)..."
Then she paused, gasping for air, clutching his hand tighter:
"They have no mercy, no pity. Don't let them go, Yaya... don't let them go, Yayaaa! If you don't hurry, they'll do the same to the others... they are raping us..." she finished, choking on her final breath.
Panicking, Khamal shook the girl, but her soul had already departed. He let out a heavy gasp, his body trembling. He knew she was one of the kidnapped schoolgirls. Closing his eyes gently, he closed her eyelids and pulled her wrapper over her body. Even in death, her hand was still clutching his. A dark wave of fury and grief flooded his heart—to think that in your own country, your life and dignity meant nothing, dying a wretched death because of the selfishness of a few corrupt men.
Throughout the night, Khamal combed the jungle using his map under the pale moonlight.
Eventually, Khamal discovered they were very close to where the captives were being held, judging by the murmurs and noises coming from nearby. With tactical precision, Khamal and his remaining men advanced. Instantly, the enemies spotted them, and a ferocious firefight broke out. Some captives were still held by militants, while others were covered in blood from recent abuse, utterly exhausted.
The Captains didn't sleep that night. Out of the massive battalion, many soldiers were killed or maimed. By dawn, they managed to capture some of the terrorists while others escaped deeper into the forest.
In the crisp morning air, Captain Khamal stood up and walked slowly. They gathered the rescued girls in one place. The victims were completely exhausted, traumatized, sick, and stripped of proper clothing. The soldiers began guiding them out of the labyrinthine jungle while others retrieved the bodies of fallen comrades.
"Khamal!" someone called out.
He turned quickly to find Jamil lying in a pool of blood, shot at least three times. With a trembling voice, Khamal knelt:
"Jamil."
Jamil shook his head:
"Khamal, I pray you make it out alive. Go to my wife and tell her to forgive me. I swear, I don't even know how many girls I've messed with. Right now, I'm HIV-positive, and I'm certain my wife has it too. She knows nothing of my reckless lifestyle; I've ruined her life with this deadly disease."
Khamal urged him:
"Recite the Kalimah."
As Khamal started reciting, Jamil repeated after him, and right there in Khamal's arms, Jamil passed away.
After three days in the forest, all the surviving girls had been evacuated. Throughout those three days, gunfights with bandits never stopped.
Most of the soldiers were wiped out. As a Major ran across the clearing and spotted a young woman lying flat on the ground, before he could reach her, a shout rang out:
"Heyyy!"
A fierce roar echoed. The Major turned to see an armed terrorist about to shoot him. Daniel intercepted the bullet, taking the hit straight to the chest!
The Captain drew his weapon and gunned down the terrorist. He rushed to Daniel's side:
"Why did you do that, Daniel?"
Daniel shook his head:
"You are special. Better I die so you live. Didn't I tell you? I knew I was going to die. Don't forget what I gave you. There are traitors among us, but you fight with true integrity. Khamal, I entrust my family to you... you can do it, I know you can protect them."
With those words, his soul departed. Khamal let out a primal cry. Why was this happening? Was this how soldiers' lives had to end? They had meticulously planned this assault, yet the terrorists seemed to know they were coming, successfully wiping out elite troops—including his closest friends. He stood up, his body covered in blood and tattered clothes, suffering from hunger and thirst.
Sitting on the ground, he heard the rotor blades of a helicopter approaching—evidently, General reinforcements had arrived. He couldn't stand on his own until another soldier pulled him up, saying:
"It's all over, Captain."
The remaining bodies were loaded onto a large military truck. The captured terrorists were bound and thrown into another truck, alongside rescued captives. Khamal stood up and walked slowly. Suddenly, a child's cry pierced through the air. He stopped and listened in silence, but thinking it might be a trick of the mind, he continued walking. As he reached to board a truck, the crying sounded again—this time undeniable.
He stepped back down from the truck, ignoring calls from fellow soldiers. Walking slowly and heavily due to exhaustion, he followed the sound deeper into the forest. Finding nothing at first, he wondered if it was an animal or an illusion, until he heard the cry once more and rushed toward the source.
He parted the brush to find a tiny girl sitting on the ground, hugging her knees tightly, her eyes squeezed shut in absolute terror. Khamal estimated she couldn't be more than three years old. She was very fair-complexioned—resembling a North African or Arab, possibly of mixed race (half-caste). Her exceptionally long hair cascaded down to the ground as she sat. Her pale skin was bruised and battered with wounds.
Shocked to find a toddler deep in this wilderness, Khamal wondered if she was a spirit or one of the kidnapped children. Finding his voice, he said:
"Hey..."
She stayed silent, continuing to cry while hugging herself. Unaware that the little child was hearing-impaired, Khamal spoke louder: "Hey!" Still, she remained unresponsive.
"Don't you dare touch that child! We didn't kidnap her; she belongs to us. We raised her, she is our daughter," said a man stepping out with a rifle.
Captain Khamal looked from the man to the little girl, then stepped back slightly:
"What do I care about her if she's yours?" he muttered, turning away.
As the man bent down to grab the child, a gunshot cracked from behind. The man screamed and collapsed to the ground. In a flash of fury, Khamal snatched the little girl up and said:
"Hey..."
Only then did she feel the vibration of his voice. She opened her wide, pale eyes, making Khamal's heart skip a beat. The toddler beamed a smile, reached out toward Captain Khamal, and called out:
"Abbi... (My father)"
She clutched tightly to Khamal’s legs. "Abbi?" Khamal muttered in his mind. Out loud, he bent down, hoisted the toddler onto his shoulder, and marched straight toward the military trucks. Just as he tried to board a vehicle, he felt a sharp, burning impact—like an arrow or spear—pierce his side. Excruciating pain flooded his body, though he barely registered that he had been shot. Raising his foot with immense difficulty, he lowered the little girl and whispered with a trembling voice:
"Get inside."
She shook her head and cried, "Abbi," completely unaware of the grave danger he was in...

2. Summary

This gripping military-drama narrative follows Captain Khamal, an elite, highly disciplined, and principled officer of the Nigerian Armed Forces Headquarters in Abuja. Amidst government corruption and internal sabotage, Khamal and his battalion are deployed on a high-risk rescue mission into the dense Zugurma forest in Niger State to rescue kidnapped women and children.
Tragically, General Ibrahim A.M, a corrupt superior officer, has been leaking operational secrets to the terrorists in exchange for money. As the troops plunge into the deadly jungle, they are ambushed, leading to a brutal, blood-soaked battle where many elite soldiers—including Khamal's close friends Jamil and Daniel—are killed.
Despite witnessing unspeakable horrors, including the brutal abuse and death of captive victims, Khamal presses on with unwavering integrity. In the aftermath of the battle, while securing the area, Khamal discovers an abandoned, hearing-impaired toddler named Abbi who mistakenly calls him "Father." As Khamal rescues the child and attempts to evacuate, he is ambushed and fatally wounded, leaving his fate hanging in the balance as he pays the ultimate price for his nation.

3. Description

• Setting: Set primarily in 2011, shifting between the Nigerian Army Headquarters in Abuja and the treacherous, dense Zugurma Forest in Niger State, Nigeria.
• Tone: Gritty, tense, emotional, patriotic, and tragic. It highlights the stark contrast between the noble sacrifice of frontline soldiers and the deep-seated corruption of high-ranking officials who exploit national security for personal greed.
• Key Themes:
  • Integrity vs. Corruption ("It takes an insider to ruin a town").
  • The physical and psychological toll of insurgency and terrorism on soldiers and innocent civilians.

  • Loyalty, brotherhood, and self-sacrifice.

    4. Analytics

    Metric / DimensionDetail / InsightPrimary ProtagonistCaptain Khamal (Disciplined, incorruptible, highly skilled, emotionally restrained).Primary AntagonistsGeneral Ibrahim A.M (Corrupt insider) & Forest Bandits/Terrorists.Supporting CharactersJamil (Khamal's loyal, flawed best friend), Daniel (Tactical officer), Salima (Infatuated soldier), Na'ima (Khamal's wife).Setting TimelineLate May 2011 (Specifically starting May 25, 2011).Core ConflictExternal war against heavily armed insurgents coupled with internal betrayal by corrupt military leadership.Narrative ArcDeployment \rightarrow Deep-forest infiltration \rightarrow Massive ambush & heavy casualties \rightarrow Discovery of corruption/betrayal \rightarrow Final rescue & tragic sacrifice.