The Chronicles of Azania Part II

[AbdiWahab252]

In the nearby valley, only thirty kilometers away, it was a whole different world. The 55th regiment of the Kenyan Defense Forces was settling down for the night. Their camp was teeming with what would seem luxuries to the Azanians: electricity, potable water, and importantly food. The chief cook, FatimaZahra was preparing a sumptuous dinner for Commander Meru and the senior KDF staff. She had prepared some roast chicken, with ugali, spinach, watermelons and an assortment of vegetables.

The moral in the KDF camp was high. The soldiers were giddy like school boys on their first camping trip eer, war. It was a new experience for the Kenyans who always had played soldier in war games against each other. This was no longer the case and they relished the experience to go to war, real war.

“FatimaZahra, ume pike nini, (what have you cooked) ?” asked Commander Meru who rubbed his sagging belly, a product of too many tuskers.

“Kuku, na ugali, “

“Ah, Fatima, I love you my sugar.”

The commander and senior officers soon dove into the scrumptious meal. They were quite content with their adventure. War it seemed was not such a difficult thing. After finishing their meal, Commander Meru dismissed them and walked on back to his tent which was more of an apartment. He took off his boots and walked to his desk. It was already 8pm and Commander Meru knew he had to submit his daily report to Nairobi. He had delayed his reports which lead to his boss, Major Chipchiir being unable to update his twitter feed.

“To Central Command: All is proceeding well in Operation Linda Inchi. We are making swift progress in Somali and have encountered no resistance. The weather has been a challenge. Our Somalis seem to know little of the terrain and we have gotten lost on several occasions. It is very strange that we have yet to meet any resistance from the enemy. Please send us more kuku, Tusker, and Sportsman.”

“Fatima, Fatima,” he yelled.

Fatima came running.

“Take this note to the Communications Block and tell them to send it to Nairobi, haraka haraka.”

Commander Meru settled back into his sofa and cracked open a frosty Tusker. The frothy taste of the cool beer helped relax him. Ah, life is good he thought as he continued to rub his belly. I wonder what is for breakfast. Full and done with his baridi, the commander soon dozed off in his sofa.

Little did the Kenyans know but they were less than 10 kilometers away from the enemy who were encamped under a thick canopy. The Xarakada was lead by the irate Sheik Grandpapakhalif, a veteran of the Muqawama war. He was a cruel man who showed no mercy not even to himself. He would often whip himself if he felt that he strayed from the path. A complex man, he had proved himself on many occasions as a loyal officer to the cause.

That evening, Grandpapakhalif held a shuura to plot against the KDF and Azanians. The Xarakada seniors gathered around in the campfire to eat their dinner which consisted of WFP Qamandi, black tea and some dates. If one thing was in plenty in the Xarakada camp, it was dates which were believed to be blessed fruit which would fuel men for hours. Secretly, Grandpapakhalif still preferred his quule mix but had to hide his stash lest he cause an uprising as quule was in limited supply.

“Akhii, I have summoned you all to discuss our battle plans tomorrow,” said Grandpapakhalfi whose beady eyes darted across the room. He was a paranoid man who saw Suufis, warlords, Xabash everywhere.

“Our struggle is not over, and God willing we will crush the Salibeen tomorrow. Our Battle of Badr starts tomorrow,” he continued.

“Akhii, we are outnumbered 10 to one. The enemy have armor, air support, satellites, …” quipped a young officer.

Infuriated, Grandpapa threw his hot tea at the insolent neonate.

“God is with us, we will not be beat even by cowards like you Newyorkawi.”

Newyorkawi was still in shock. He was a naïve young man who joined the struggle after watching numerous videos online about the struggle. Newyorkawi reached for his beretta revolver which was tucked in his side pocket. Newyorkawi felt a cold object against his temple. His hand pulled back from his beretta and he raised both his hands.

“Akhii, I am so sorry,” he whimpered. “Forgive me, forgive me.” Newyorkawi was frightened and saw his life fleeting before him.

“Let him be,”

“Taliye, are you positive ?” asked the Granpapa’s bodyguard, a tall, lanky former goat herder by the name of EOMM.

“Yes, and don’t you ever question my orders !”

Granpapakhalif knew better than to kill Hasan Turki’s nephew. He would deal with the neonate but at a time and place of his choosing.

“Does anyone else have any questions,?”

The other Xarakada commanders replied in unison, “No, Taliye, No.” They were frightened, an odd feeling for a suicidal cult.

Newyorkawi scurried off on all fours. He realized that he had pissed on himself. Why oh why did I leave my quiet and comfortable taxiile job he wondered.

[Jaidi]

FatimaZahra was preparing a sumptuous dinner for Commander Meru and the senior KDF staff. She had prepared some roast chicken, with ugali, spinach, watermelons and an assortment of vegetables.



“Fatima, Fatima,” he yelled.

Fatima came running.

“Take this note to the Communications Block and tell them to send it to Nairobi, haraka haraka.”


Little did the Kenyans know but they were less than 10 kilometers away from the enemy who were encamped under a thick canopy. The Xarakada was lead by the irate Sheik Grandpapakhalif, a veteran of the Muqawama war. He was a cruel man who showed no mercy not even to himself. He would often whip himself if he felt that he strayed from the path. A complex man, he had proved himself on many occasions as a loyal officer to the cause.


Granpapakhalif knew better than to kill Hasan Turki’s nephew. He would deal with the neonate but at a time and place of his choosing.

This is incredible we need a trilogy.

[samadoon-waaxid]

He would often whip himself if he felt that he strayed from the path. A complex man, he had proved himself on many occasions as a loyal officer to the cause.

That evening, Grandpapakhalif held a shuura to plot against the KDF and Azanians. The Xarakada seniors gathered around in the campfire to eat their dinner which consisted of WFP Qamandi, black tea and some dates. If one thing was in plenty in the Xarakada camp, it was dates which were believed to be blessed fruit which would fuel men for hours. Secretly, Grandpapakhalif still preferred his quule mix but had to hide his stash lest he cause an uprising as quule was in limited supply. .

kusigaan ka dhici gaadhay saan uu qoslayey wallahi,keep it coming old man

[UlteriorMotive]

Wallahi I can picture it.

“FatimaZahra, ume pike nini, (what have you cooked) ?” asked Commander Meru who rubbed his sagging belly, a product of too many tuskers.

He had delayed his reports which lead to his boss, Major Chipchiir being unable to update his twitter feed.

If one thing was in plenty in the Xarakada camp, it was dates which were believed to be blessed fruit which would fuel men for hours. Secretly, Grandpapakhalif still preferred his quule mix but had to hide his stash lest he cause an uprising as quule was in limited supply.

The sequel is good sxb.

[Niya]

Lol@@@ you are good story-teller AbdiWahab!. You need to seriously consider writing as a side job.

[SahanGalbeed]

Excellent , wallahi

[AhmedBoqor]

[metamorphosis]

[Awe]

[LiquidHYDROGEN]

Lool @ Grandpakhalif being in command.

You've out-done yourself.

[AbdiWahab252]

Thanks folks !

Part III will be published tomorrow inshallah

[Basra-]

Abdi darlin--why dont u stop writing, u were NEVER meant to do it.

[Cumar-Labasuul]

Splendid work yet again, Sir

[abdisamad3]

hope gp captures fatima and commander meru and defeat the kenyan scumbags and their filthy pathfinders,

[NoAngst.]

loool@ commander Grandpakhalif... is the little rascal still around?