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 was now fool war. Four of the six zones of the country had been declared war zones and the two remaining zones were not totally safe. Many had been slain in an unknown numbers; even the most careful had lost count. The many bodies which had been left to rot were the bodies of friends, loved ones and neighbors. Troops quartered in the nearby villages killing and looting many treasures. Large number of country's manhood had already died in the battle and many others were on the death list. It was bad to be young at this time of war. Many who do not know the rules rebelled against the regimentation of military life and were sent to their early grave. For others they tried to endure.  They endured under the greatest and severest test ever known in the history of unrest in any black nation.

As the routine of army life absorbed them, they dreamed hopelessly and aimlessly of the future they never knew, they could live to attain. Every young man was a moving corpse. He could die at any moment like the others and never to come back. These were continuous and they were sometimes at their hidings to come back in the plain dark nights to watch the awful desolation the war had produced. Men and their children hacked to death, to pieces, to sad end and children and their mothers chopped down. Corpses lay strewn about; no grave, no coffin. Nothing. They were too many to be buried.Many days ahead would still be too bad for them.

 As for General Kofi, he ensured the delivery of arms and equipment for his trained men. He had prepared himself for these. He had prepared for those days. Everyone knew that the survival of these men depended on importation of materials from abroad to sustain his war efforts and the only route was through the Atlantic Ocean.  All authority for the handling of the state affairs had not been given him. As part of strategic planning, he had bought the men of the boarder over with promises of a post as the Mr. security staff for the new dispensation and so from the moment the signal for the war was heard they blockaded the region from the sea thereby preventing shipment of arms, equipment, food and other war materials and services into the southern and eastern region.  At the same time, all

 flights to the region were cancelled and the international community was informed that no flight to the region would be accepted without clearance from Trevor . Then the news media service house, the former office of the head of state where trained men to continue to portray the war as one to re-unite the country and the two generals mounted a very strong propaganda that things will be put aright. They said their sorry for the casualties; all in pretence. 

         Each part which the war had reached had it own verse of the story about the war. It was now a total war. The country's unrest was rapidly approaching the flashpoint. Violence was overrunning the entire country, leaving blood and tears in its trail. Roads, footpaths and many gates were strewn by strands of human bones.

 Near the outset of hostilities, Kofi the self made Head of State imposed a massive blockade on the East, which kept out food, medicine, and essential goods from this region. Meanwhile, war destroyed the harvests of the East and there hope got thinner by day, the villagers who had been in expectation of their loved ones were loosing hope. Each night on world news, audiences around the world saw the results: the unblinking eyes of children waiting to die; the pleas of a mother as she showed her starving newborn to the cameras; the hoards of flies coating the faces of those too weak to wave them away, the young soldier who does not know who to shoot and who not to, the wounded soldier who wrapped his wound but could not secure a first aid, women and their children on a head load of their cloths and few cloths tied all around their waist; then many corpses. At its peak, foreign observers estimated men of the east death toll to be 10,000 to 27,000 a day.