Koboko
A Corrupt Politician becomes an unlikely Superhero to fight Crime and Corruption in the African state of WaZoBia
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The bank robbery was proceeding as planned, with practiced precision and sheer intimidation.
Two bandits with their machine guns pointing upwards were behind the wheels of the getaway cars, keeping a lookout outside.
There was a gunman with his finger on the trigger at the ready outside the door, helping to keep an eye on the goings-on outside.
Another gunman was at the inside of the door training his riffle on the hapless, fear-gripped victims spread-eagled on the floor throughout the banking hall floor.
Two robbers were goading the bank clerks with guttural barks as they stuffed bags with bank notes from their registers.
The remaining two which included the leader of the gang dragged the manager off to the vault to load up more cash.
In a matter of minutes, it would be over.
The bandits would ride off into the sunset with their loot.
The bank manager would shrug it off as one of those things and count his loss.
The customers would dust up their behinds, thank their stars that they had survived the ordeal and curse their luck for being caught up in it all.
Enter Koboko.
He seemed to materialize from nowhere!
Cue commotion!
Whack! Whack! Whack!
The gunman at the inside of the door took the first hit, a couple of whacks or more that completely rendered him kaput.
Before he could say “Whadda?” he was already on his ass, groping at the horrendous tearing pains in his backside and rib cage and calves and letting out a tortured cry of “ee-wooo!”
And just before they turned and saw the green-clad phantom and just moments after they heard the swooshing sound of the snarling wiry lips of his horsewhip, the two gun men who were goading the tellers to stuff their bags felt the stinging pains in their backs and torsos.
The first man caught two simultaneous blows to the torso and jaw that knocked him backwards into the far wall. His gun flew out of his right hand and clattered harmlessly to the floor. The bag of money he was holding in his left hand flew into the air, releasing a cascade of bank notes.
The second man only caught a slight blow in the first volley. Quickly, he grabbed the barrel of his gun which was dangling by his side and brought it up to his front side. Screaming wildly, he squeezed the trigger with all his being.
Rat tat tat tat.
Bullets from the machine gun ricocheted off the ceiling, scattering bits and pieces of plaster all over.
Whack!
The gunman caught a blow on his wrist, dislodging the gun from his grasp. He yelped in agony and lurched towards Koboko in rage.
Whack! Whack!
The horsewhip snarled back and forth with a whish, twisting around the man’s torso.
He gave another yelp and fell forward on his face.
Just then, the two bandits who had gone off to the vault having heard the melee, raced back into the bank hall.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
In quick succession!
And just like that, the two men were flat on their backs, writhing in pain on the floor, their guns flung far away from their reach.
Not that they would succeed if they tried.
The gunman outside the door had heard the commotion inside the bank and was peering frantically through the glass door.
Whack!
Koboko was behind him.
He came hard against the glass door, shattering it and crashing into the bank hall.
The two gunmen keeping a lookout beside the getaway cars were still trying to figure out what was amiss when the whipping blows caught them.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
The first man was sent reeling backwards as he caught one on the chin and on the head. He lifted his gun to shoot but the long snarling lips of the horsewhip caught his ankles, wrapping them in a firm grip.
Then with a little heave, he was thrown clear of the ground and sent flying six feet into the air in one direction while his dislodged gun flew in another direction.
He came back down hard on the pavement and went to sleep right away.
The second man did not fare better.
As the lips of the whip curled around his waist and wrapped him in a crippling grip, he squeezed the trigger of his gun but the bullets fired wildly into the air.
Another heave and he was hurled hard against the side of his getaway car. He crumpled to the ground and was out like a light in a split moment.
It was over.
The robbers were all out cold and bound up.
It would take a while before they came to.
By that time, the police would be waiting with handcuffs.
A sizable crowd of people had gathered and was cheering excitedly.
The customers and workers from the banking hall had come out into the street and were clapping their hands triumphantly.
Koboko then pulled out stickers and pasted them on the backs of the disabled robbers.
The words on the stickers read; CRIME DOES NOT PAY.
Satisfied with his work, he gave a wave to the jubilant crowd and was gone!
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Koboko
When Dr. Ted Milo Moro closed his successful medical practice in the USA and returned to his African homeland of WaZoBia, he had only one thing in mind; to run for political office and help bring about much needed reforms to WaZoBia.
However, he soon realized that the problems that plague his homeland were way bigger than any one man and required much more than honorable intentions.
Frustrated and nearly out of money after two years of trying to gain a foothold in the political arena of WaZoBia, he was faced with the option of either embracing corruption or packing his bags and returning to the US. He chose to embrace corruption and settled in to enjoy the spoils of high political office.
But when a bizarre and near-fatal encounter with a swarm of an unknown species of wasps transforms him into a super human with formidable abilities, he becomes an unlikely hero to take on the scourge of crime and corruption in WaZoBia.
About the Author
Uche Nwakudu's style of writing has been hailed as unique and audacious. He infuses an intuitive philosophical slant in his writing that gives his reader a pleasingly stimulating and daringly fresh perspective of viewing things. He has devoted much of his writing to biographies, political and social commentary, poetry, non-fiction and fiction.
While living in Nigeria through the late 1990s Uche worked as a newspaper journalist, magazine editor, public relations consultant and publisher and wrote scripts for television and movies.
Uche was born in Kano, Nigeria and attended Government College, Ughelli and University of Port Harcourt where he studied English Literature. While at the University of Port Harcourt, he founded and published Campus Watch, a campus rag which helped invigorate and accentuate campus life in one of Nigeria’s premier universities in the late 1980s.
He holds a Juris Doctor (JD) from the John Marshall Law School, Chicago, USA and is the Principal of the Chicago law firm; Uche O. Nwakudu & Associates, Ltd.