Terrere’S Universe: A 2000-Year Adventure in Terrorism in Honour of Dr. Bamanga Tukur

© 2013 by MICHAEL ANGEL FOLORUNSO. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 02/01/2013

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Contents

Acknowledgements And Credits

Chapter One Scopic Substance

Chapter Two Reminiscences

Chapter Three Cerebro-Terror Mapping

Chapter Four Mobocratic Ideologies

Chapter Five Count On Loyalty

Chapter Six Vulnerabilities

Chapter Seven War On Fright

Chapter Eight Taming The Extremist

Chapter Nine Nuclear Terror

Chapter Ten Ultraist Lasting Lines

Chapter Eleven Strategic Communication

Chapter Twelve Salmagundi

Chapter Thirteen Globocalities

Chapter Fourteen Prognostications

About The Author

About The Book

To

Senate President David Mark

Deputy Senate President Ike Ekweremadu

Speaker Aminu Waziri Tambuwal

Deputy Speaker Emeka Ihedioha

Prince Olagunsoye Oyinlola, PDP National Secretary

Chief Olisa Metuh, PDP National Publicity Secretary

Dr. Kema Chikwe, PDP National Women Leader

Senate Leader Ndoma Egba

House Leader Mulikat Adeola-Akande

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS AND CREDITS

The patriotic activity of the People’s Democratic Party National Chairman, Dr. Bamanga Tukur, places him on a high pedestal to merit strategic brand personality in the front matter of this historical novel to be showcased in about 25,000 retail outlets world wide. The president of African Business Roundtable deserves credit as a patriot who has been pursuing peace, justice and unity of the Federal Republic of Nigeria.

It’s a fact in publishing world to climb, several times over, the shoulders of pioneering authors and researchers to produce yet another work, whether classic or not. This creative and developmental genre is a beneficiary of such great effort. I’m very grateful to Dn. Samson S. Olalere, Consultant Economist for his great contribution.

Eternal gratitude is accorded Mr. Funso Areo, a computer engineer, who lent a helpful hand to the realisation of this work. His effort in helping me to gather useful scholarly materials to add flesh to the bone of this work shall for a long time to come be acknowledged. Credit is due to Oyindamola Ogunrinade. I also credit Abey Jacob. I salute my better half, Juliet for her love, care and contribution in structuring this work. Hon. Malachy Ugwu, Wadata House, Abuja deserves credit for his critical role in the realisation of the objective of this book. My children: Grace, Elijah and Favour deserve credits. The Manager and staff, First Bank PLC, Bola Ige International Business Complex, New Gbagi market, Ibadan, Nigeria, deserve credit for good customer services. Alhaji Mohammed Gusau deserves credit also. To the ex-Governor of Kaduna state, Sir Patrick Yakowa (departed), good night! Let me thank Chief Dele Okeya, former guber aspirant (PDP) and Commissioner for Works and Transport, Ekiti state.

All the committed consultants in Get Published! Limited, United Kingdom; Marcus Montegrande, Venus Taylor, April Ross, Carla Alvarico, John Owens, Leo Montana, Frances Garcia Eugene Hopkins, Therese Burnes, Simone Rodriguez, Lee Smith, Valerie Raines, Joseph Bevins and all other editorial and management teams deserve credits. I need not forget to thank my typesetter, Mrs. Sidikat Oyedele. Above all, to God be the glory!

CHAPTER ONE

SCOPIC SUBSTANCE

"Terrorism is the only form of defence to which a minority,

strong only in terms of its

spiritual strength and its knowledge of the rightness of its beliefs, can resort

against the physical strength of the majority."

—Alexander Ulyanov (1887)

Fated to plod the predatory path, Terrere Kulado would soon for ever forget the memory of her loving mother. It was like a scar, deeply etched on her tender heart. At three, Terrere had lost her caring mother to the heat of individual terror in its domesticated form. Mrs. Teniola Kulado was the third wife of Pa Moloore Kulado. Mrs. Kulado slugged it out with her two senior rivals, inherited by her own husband. Pa Kulado couldn’t unravel the mystery surrounding the sudden transition of her loving wife which he married himself. The nostalgia, of the exclusive sharing, of her conjugal apparatus triggered unending envy leading to her eventual death. She was dressing Terrere when she suddenly shouted: my head, my head, my head. Terrere yielded off the lap of her mother helplessly watching her writhing in pain that was without symptom. The nine-month-old baby boy she was breast feeding was snatched by one of the senior rivals for care. Pa Kulado missed, in a big way, his real wife.

Then came the burial ceremony when professional mourners wept bitterly. Rivals were shedding crocodile tears. Who would take good care of Terrere and her infant sibling? Arrangement was hurriedly made for Terrere to be fetched by her Aunty. Mrs. Tito Ikooko, Terrere’s aunty, had married to Mr. Banki Ikooko. Agreeing with her father, Aunty Tito took Terrere to live with her in the Less City where she was a primary school teacher. Mr. Ikooko, however, was a senior secondary school physics teacher in Big City.

Terrere was happy to go and be living with her aunty at Sileya village. The village had one public primary school and a junior secondary school, up to senior secondary school level. There was a police post. The village was led by a Baale. The population was two thousand.

Terrere was enjoying her stay with her aunty up till the age of eleven when the unusual happened. Uncle, under whose roof Terrere was to live, was recklessly philanderous. How would Terrere survive in an environment ruled by an unrepentant molester?

How would she go about it? Terrere’s aim was to study in the university. She had also resolved to help her aunty in the rearing of her children. She also wanted to know more about the essence and nature of terrorism.

Terrere’s aunty had to travel for a two-week course in the Big City. She advised her husband to supervise the activity of Terrere as well as helped in taking care of their son, Ola. Terrere had developed a phobia for dark spot. Mr. Ikooko, fondly called by her as Uncle enjoyed staying in the dark for as long as the situation lasted. Terrere was doing well in her primary school curricula and sporting events. She came second in her last promotion exams to primary six. In fact, Uncle wasn’t happy with her performance for he expected Terrere to have come first. She however promised Uncle to come first next time. Nonetheless, Uncle continued to show interest in Terrere at all times. The two of them were fond of chasing themselves around the backyard and the living room. The exercise was mostly carried out whenever aunty was busy doing something else such as writing her note of lesson or when not in the village. Terrere had forgotten that the friendship of cat and mouse wouldn’t last a season.

Terrere was an attractive girl. Not only that, she was of good character. All her conjugal apparatuses were shooting out. She was gradually coming of age. Yet Uncle was already hatching the plot to derail her.

Then came the D-day: Aunty wasn’t around. At exactly 8 p.m., there would always be family prayers. Uncle and Terrere had prayed. Terrere slept in her room on a foam spread on the floor with Ola. Uncle had determined to embarrass Terrere. He was overwhelmed by the seemingly seductive posture of the promising fair-complexioned girl. Uncle bought cooked eggs from vendors in the neighborhood purposefully to lure Terrere into his room.

Uncle asked Terrere to prepare his bed for the night rest. She did so enthusiastically. She saw the two eggs conspicuously displayed to tantalize her. She wouldn’t ask Uncle to give her. She was a relatively disciplined girl.

At 10 p.m., Uncle stealthily went to Terrere’s room to wake her up rudely.

Terrere, Terrere, can’t you see that you sleep too deep even in the face of danger, Uncle ran his fingers restlessly through his own body down to the waistline. Don’t you know all these? Any other time you put the light on while tendering my son, I’d beat you," Uncle fumed. Terrere was unconscious. She was busy scratching her cheeks with one hand, the other to switch off the light. She then slept off. The rain that fell that night really augmented her sleep in spite of the burden placed on her.

"Terrere, don’t sleep yet. You need to take malarial drugs to combat fever which has been attacking you."

Terrere was yawning. She began to weep nearly uncontrollably.

"Uncle, uncle, what happened to me?

What did you do to me?

Don’t pretend as if you don’t know.

I’ll report you to my aunty.

You’ve pressed my pride.

What can I do now?

Come and take me from here."

Terrere lamented amid sobbing. Uncle knelt down by her with the two cooked eggs in his left palm. He made entreaties to Terrere.

"Please, it’s the work of the devil.

Let by gone be by gone.

Don’t let your aunty know about it.

If you tell her, our marriage may collapse.

Do you want people to blame you for spoiling our marriage?"

Uncle prostrated, trying to force the cooked eggs into the hand of Terrere.

"Terrere, Terrere, Terrere,

How many times did I call you?"

Terrere had stopped crying, but she refused to volunteer any answer to Uncle’s questions. She stared at Uncle and began to sob. She leaned on the wall. She rested her head on her clasping hands. She picked her handkerchief to wipe her tears. Uncle even attempted to assist. Terrere stared at him in a way to show rejection of his offer. Terrere collected the cooked eggs in the end. She ate it and drank a bottle of orobo coke. She then managed to sleep. It was a sleepless night, it turned out to be. She wasn’t sure of what the outcome would be.

"See me kneeling down to beg you.

See me prostrating to appease you.

See me, a whole husband of your aunty.

You’ll not make it in life," Uncle topped his message with a curse. Terrere burst into tears, while Uncle shamelessly walked back into his room.

At 5 a.m., Uncle was quick to wake Terrere. He helped her to do some of the house hold chores. Terrere was limping. She couldn’t walk normally as before. Uncle gave her five hundred naira for her upkeeps. He promised to take her to Mr. Biggs. They both took their breakfast on the dinning table. It wasn’t like that before. He gave her biscuits and sweet. He promised to buy her a Samsung-made handset within the week. He further promised her a laptop with Internet facilities should she keep the secret, secret till the end of her life.

Will you? asked Uncle.

Yes, I’ll keep the secret, secret, retorted Terrere,

Am going to school, sir. She told Uncle clasping her hand round Ola as the two of them went out. Uncle bade them bye. He stood agape watching her and his son going to school. Aunty would arrive at the village in a week’s time. Uncle didn’t consider the aftermath of his action to Terrere while her aunty wasn’t around. The strapped baby would soon have her legs dangling at the back of her mother. Uncle was on a one-month holiday. He went to kitchen to prepare yam and egg to serve as lunch for Terrere and Ola on their arrival from school.

Uncle stood at the balcony while ruminating over life. He sighted Terrere and Ola coming towards their bungalow. He retreated. Terrere and Ola knocked at the door.

Good afternoon Uncle, Terrere greeted.

Good afternoon, Terrere, replied Uncle.

Gud afternoon, daddy, greeted Ola.

Good afternoon my son, Uncle greeted Ola, lifted him and kissed him.

You’re all welcome, Uncle stretched his hands to embrace both Terrere and Ola. He then tapped Terrere’s backsides. She smiled winkingly and walked away from Uncle. Uncle continued to watch Terrere’s unbalanced gait. But he wouldn’t ask her how she was feeling.

Uncle called Terrere to his room. He fulfilled his promise by handing over a Samsung-made handset with Internet facilities. He equally handed her a Bell-made laptop with Internet facilities. The village was enjoying electricity 24/7. What was left was for Terrere to get trained. She would’ve to be computer literate to be able to use the ICT facility. Terrere knelt down to thank Uncle for fulfilling his promise. Uncle volunteered to train her in three days. Terrere packed the gadgets carefully to her room. She was already contemplating on how to log on to the Net. She would need to learn how to browse and send email. She would also consider being on facebook and twitter. She was receptive to learning and was able to grasp the basics of Internet browsing and communication. She opened her own email.

All of a sudden, Terrere began to barf. Uncle was just hearing a kind of throaty sound of someone who was throttled. He rushed to Terrere’s room only to find on the floor a splash of vomit. He quickly called Ola to fetch him water. He poured the cupful water on Terrere’s head and splashed the remaining on her face three times. She managed to wipe off her face. While doing that Uncle had hurriedly packed the vomit, applied sanitary substance, and then asked the poor girl to sleep.

Uncle was unsettled by the latest development concerning Terrere. He decided to take her to a city hospital for diagnosis. Uncle had conversation with the doctor in charge. Terrere was admitted. She was given drugs to use. She was discharged the same day. Terrere sat with Uncle in front seat of the family’s Mitshibushi Saloon car. Both fastened their seat belts. Terrere was breathing incoherently. She was being greeted intermittently by Uncle.

What could we call what the doctor did to me?

Terrere asked Uncle.

It’s called a life-saving method, replied Uncle.

But am feeling pain all over my body.

Yes, you’ve to feel pain at times.

Something really came out of my body.

What was it like?

I won’t know yet.

All for your own good, Terrere.

Nothing good about it afterall.

Eehm, you see, we need to thank God.

Thank God for what?

I mean for a successful operation.

But the Bible says thou shall not . . .

Yes of course.

What’ve we done, really?

We’ve not exposed the act, anyway.

A dancing roach in the front of a cockrel.

That’s dance macabre.

Of course yes, you’re correct.

Terrere, let’s close this chapter.

Uncle, we cannot.

No, I’ve not.

I’ll get over this mess.

Terrere, the earlier the better.

May God have mercy on me.

Terrere’s eyes welled up. She couldn’t amen the prayer said at the end of the dialogue by Uncle.

Uncle gave a white handkerchief to Terrere to mop up her teary face with a pledge to more favour, provided she could forgive and forget. Uncle pulled up his car in front of the house in Less City. Terrere came out of the car with the help of Uncle. In two days’ time aunty would arrive.

Terrere gathered herself together. She decided to continue with life. Another chapter needed to be opened. Her phone rang. Hello, who’re you please? Hello, am I speaking with Terrere?" replied an unidentified voice from the other end of the channel.

Who’re you, what’s your name? asked Terrere

Never mind, it’s untimely to disclose my identity.

I cease to talk with an unknown person then,

Terrere switched off her handset.

Who could’ve given out her number to an unknown person? She couldn’t even determine the gender of the caller.

Terrere was always on the Net from 10.30 p.m. She checked her mail box. She saw a message directly addressed to her.

Hi Terrere,

It’s great to keep you posted. You may be wondering about happenings in your community. I want you to engage yourself in a COURSE ON TERRORISM. I am ready to take you through the SEMIOTICS OF ADVENTURE IN TERRORISM. Your nation is under attacks of Boko Haram terrorist group. The group had killed more than two thousand people. The worst of the attack was that of 1/20 carried out in Kano, leaving about 250 people dead including security personnel.

Be prepared to go through the study. I’m ready to provide answers to all your questions. I can as well appeal to authorities and experts as the course proceeds.

Regards.

Sincerely yours,

Anonymous.

Terrere was expressing mixed feelings. First, she had thought over doing some study on terrorism which is the dirty warfare tactics of the 21st Century. Secondly, she was surprised at a letter addressed to her electronically, yet anonymously even though the content dovetailed with hers. She decided to pursue with vigour the course in terrorism. She would always send her questions through her Internet-compliant handset. She put aside the temporary setback inflicted on her by her aunty’s husband. She looked forward to having quick recovery. She would need to firm up so that Uncle wouldn’t take an undue advantage to ride her like a bicycle any more. She would begin her lesson with a phenomenal question.

DOES TERRORISM HAVE MEANING?

"The fundamental question about the nature of terrorism hinges on its key components. Is terrorism really the act of political evil? Is there anything good about terrorism? What role does it play in the culture of violence?

Is terrorism mere dirty warfare of the 21st Century?

Does it have specific meaning? Why should State engage in tactics of terror? Who is a terrorist? Is there any difference between terrorism and insurgency? What is psychology of terrorism? What role does strategic communication play in terrorism? Can we examine some theories of terrorism? What does typology of terrorism have to offer? Can asymmetrical conflict be phased out? What measures can be adopted to combat terrorism? How do terrorists achieve membership drive? What about terrorism financing? Any deradicalisation programmes for terrorists? What is the future of terrorism? What goals do terrorist seek to achieve?"

THE NATURE OF TERRORISM

Terrorism involves the intentional, rational and targeted use of violence intended to cause fear. Attacks are not geared to the specific victim. Attacks are designed to influence a greater audience from that in which the victims reside. The goal is to change behaviour in a government or society. It seeks to draw attention to one’s cause. The goals are political, that is, they are not driven by personal desires or ambitions. The rules of international law governing militancy combat and tactics are not observed. In other words, all targets are legitimate. No innocents or high collateral damage is the objective.

TYPES OF TERRORIST WEAPONS OR ATTACKS

"First is the concept of mass destruction: weapons that cause structural damage to buildings or other structure. The goal is to cause damage to infrastructures of society e.g. World Trade Centre-9/11. Mass casualty: weapons that cause massive death. The goal is to cause death rather than destroy buildings. Mass disruption: weapons that cause social, political, economic damage to society. The goal is to psychologically impact the broader society to change policy or behaviour.

All the identified three types can be incorporated in one attack for example; the September 11, 2001 attack on USA could be described as mass destruction (WTC, Pentagon), mass casualties (about 3000 dead) and mass disruption (airports shut down, laws changed, behaviour changed).

Terrorist incidents can be divided into two types of objectives (1) Objective driven—the act is committed in order to get certain demands met by a government. For example hostage taking: US soldier in Mogadishu 1993. Iranian Embassy 1980, in these types of incidents individuals will perform and act, allowing a government entity the chance to negotiate terms (reasonable or not) towards the release of the hostages (2) Terror driven: the act is committed as retaliation for a perceived wrong or as a warning of future incidents if the intended audience (a government) does not comply with demands made by the operator. For example, such as those in the Palestinian-Israeli conflict, WTC, Pentagon, UN building, Abuja attacks. A proper threat or security assessment must prepare for both of these types of incidents."

NATURE OF TARGETS

"Old school terrorism was direct in its targeting. There was a recognition of innocents and the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate targets. Before the 20th Century, terrorists attacked political and religious leaders to cause fear and compel behaviour change. After the 20th Century, with the advent of elected bureaucratic governments, terrorists found that the death of a single individual didn’t change policy.

New school terrorism is indirect in its targeting. Innocents are attacked in order to create political pressure or instability in the government. The Christmas Day terrorist attack on St. Teresa Catholic Church, Madalla, Niger state leaving forty three worshippers dead and the Kano blasts of January 20, 2012 leaving about 250 people dead including security personnel in Nigeria are examples. In this wise, terrorists create fear, lack of confidence in government’s ability to maintain order and safety and create public anxiety. According to Simonsen and Spindlove, 2000 and White, 2002, anyone can be a victim. Second, targets are not randoms, seemingly random attacks cause public anxiety and change public behaviour—which is the point. Third, attacks need publicity, the intended audience must know of the act if it is to cause fear. Targets are chosen for their symbolic value (The WTC, Louis Edet House) or their ability to cause the most amount of public anxiety (bombing of public places). Fourth, everything can’t be protected all the time.

Gradually, terrorism is metamorphosing into a noon star with capability to frighten adults.

We need to also know that in principle it isn’t the nature of the perpetrator or the type of violence that is used that makes an act a terrorist act, it is the intent of the act and the affect that the act has on the immediate victims and upon wider audience, according to Claridge (1998). The victims of a terrorist attack are not the main intended audience. The intent of the terrorist attack is to send