Book Title: The Last
Bature by Kenneth Ryeland
ISBN 9781458093325
Part of Series:
Author: Kenneth
Ryeland
Price: $2.99
Number of words (approximately): 102 755
Star Rating (of five): 4
Summary: Nibana has
gained its independence from Britain ,
and the tribal leaders scheme to gain or hold onto power. The few British Policemen try to maintain
order and respect for the law in the face of political intrigue, superpower
scheming and tribal hatred.
Extract:
- “Comrade Colonel, you now have a basic idea of how
the deal with the North Koreans and the Nibanans will be implemented. What I
want from you and your people is for Nibana to slip slowly into chaos over the next
nine months or so. I want strikes, walkouts, riots, sabotage and mayhem on the
streets, though nothing must interfere with the mining operations or the
transportation of the material to the docks. Our own people control the
ore-ships, so there will be no disruption from that quarter. Whilst the
military government is trying to deal with all the chaos, the police will be at
full stretch trying to keep control of the streets and we will be moving more
of our advisors into prime government positions. By the time they have realised
what has happened we will have full control of their country through the local
Communist Party of Nibana (CPN). With our infiltration and indoctrination of
the military and the civil service we shall control the country no matter what
form of government they employ, military or civilian, it will make no difference.
Naturally this is a long term plan, Comrade Colonel, but what I need from your
agents right away is for them to start spreading rumours about the possibility
of someone in the military getting their hands on a ‘secret weapon’. No
specifics, just fact mixed with fantasy in the usual way. I especially want to
ferment trouble between the Yubas and the Obis. They are at each other’s throats
as it is, so it won’t take much to push them over the edge. Don’t forget the
Usmars, though. They are still sitting in their region licking their wounds
after the recent coup that ousted them. I want unrest in the north too.”
“Comrade Ambassador,” replied the colonel, “I will
start my people on this project right away. You have no need to worry. We will
deliver Nibana into the hands of our glorious leaders at the Kremlin. Soon the
rest of Africa will follow, especially since our infiltration of the African
National Congress (ANC) in South
Africa is well ahead of schedule. We are
just waiting for the day when, inevitably, the Boer government is ousted by the
pressures on them from the so-called free world. Once the ANC assume power in
that mineral-laden country, everything will be ours. How strange to think,
Comrade Ambassador, that often it is the liberal bleeding-hearts in the West
who do our work for us by insisting on the ridiculous concept of one-man
one-vote, in Africa, of all places.
“You will no doubt be aware that the next great prize
of Africa to turn to us will be Southern Rhodesia; (Now Zimbabwe .) we
are working very hard there supporting the so-called freedom fighters with
money and weapons, Comrade Ambassador. Furthermore, our operatives and fellow-travellers
in the British Labour Party are fermenting trouble in the British parliament to
ensure that Rhodesia is
pushed into declaring unilateral independence from Britain in the not too distant
future. Once the white Rhodesians do that, the freedom fighters will begin
their destruction of the state and we shall have a new ‘friend’ in Africa .”
Both men smiled again and the ambassador walked over
to his drinks cabinet and poured two vodka shots. The sound of the bottle and
the glasses clinking together nearly deafened the agent on the other end of the
very sensitive microphone link.
* * *
Now, almost twelve months on, Nibana’s infrastructure
had deteriorated and the Obi-dominated military government’s relations with the
civilian population had worsened considerably. Inter-tribal affairs were strained
to the limit, strikes and walkouts were commonplace and civil unrest in all the
major towns was widespread. Though they
had tied very hard to be the instigators of these
difficulties, the Soviets were not the people responsible. The problems were
the natural consequences of a corrupt and venal civilian government and an even
worse military regime, therefore the backlash from the people was quite normal
for Nibana in its post-colonial era. The raids on the national treasury by both
the civilian and military governments had left the country bankrupt. Only the
oil revenues helped to keep Nibana from collapsing altogether. Furthermore, the
Soviets had forgotten, or had never learnt, that every Nibanan, from the head of
state to the night soil men – they who collected the buckets of faeces and
urine from the township houses every day, for there were no water closets or
septic tanks except at the houses of Europeans and rich Nibanans – was a
capitalist at heart. Each one dreamt only of personal fortune. Collective
activity to ensure the benefit of the village, town or indeed the state was
alien and unnatural to them. Every Nibanan, from a very early age, learnt that
he must obey his village chief and render to him whatever the chief required,
be it food, money or wives. Even to the extent that obeying the chief meant he
prospered whilst the village people starved. Slavery, which was rife in Nibana
before the British colonised the area and declared it illegal, depended
entirely on the greed of the local chiefs and the compliance of the villagers. Without
their connivance, the trade could not have flourished as it did. It follows,
therefore, that almost every individual Nibanan’s ambition was to live like a
chief and to hell with helping anyone else, let alone the country as a whole.
As for the Russians at the Embassy, they suffered
several very serious setbacks. In outlining his plans regarding the uranium
mine and the destabilisation of Nibana to the military attaché in his office
all those months ago, the Soviet ambassador had unwittingly told the British
too. Three months before the Soviets moved into the building that was to be
their Embassy, the British high commissioner had arranged for it to be bugged.
Several Nibanan operatives working for the British secret service had posed as
workmen and planted very sophisticated listening devices all over the building.
The British even managed to compromise the so-called secure room. Armed with
the details of the Soviet plan, the West African bureau of the British secret
service had enacted countermeasures and largely negated the Soviet’s efforts to
destabilise the capitalist system in favour of a communist-style government.
The British, quite naturally, had to co-operate closely with the Nibanan
military in order to thwart the Soviet plan. However, notwithstanding this
close co-operation, they did not tell the Nibanans everything of course,
especially information relating to the mine and the nuclear device. Nonetheless
they were able to persuade the military government to expel most of the spies
at the Soviet Embassy and the Russian ‘advisors’ in the various government
departments, proscribe the Communist Party of Nibana, imprison its members and
generally flush out the ‘lefties’ at the universities and schools. Thus, the
secret Soviet plan failed and the British gained immense favour with the Obi-dominated
military government, who, in a weak moment of emotion, almost forgave the
British for placing the country in the hands of an Usmar civilian government at
the time of independence.
The information regarding the uranium mine in the Omdu
Hills, however, remained with the British secret service. They were not prepared
to say or do anything about it for the moment. The information was to be the
ace up their sleeve. Amazingly, the true product of the mine had remained a
closely guarded secret thus far, simply because the Eastern Region military
governor had decided to pay nominal ‘gold revenues’ to the federal treasury. With
money rolling in regularly from the region, the military in Laguna paid little
attention to the details of the project. They believed what the regional
governor had told them: the mine was simply a marginally profitable gold
producer. The revenue smokescreen had worked well and had not cost very much
since the ‘gold revenues’ were in fact a minute proportion of the special ‘invisible’
oil revenues that the regional governor had negotiated with the oil companies.
The money he received from the North Koreans for the uranium payload shipments
paid all the mining expenses and so the whole operation was pretty-well budget
neutral.
However, the regional military governor now had a
prize that, in his opinion, was more valuable and more significant than all the
oil and mineral revenues of Nibana put together. He had a highly portable and
powerful nuclear device with which to threaten his brother. -
Reviewer’s Comments:
Structure: The book is
correctly structured and reads easily.
Content: In this story
of the dissolution of an African country, assisted by the separate interests of
Britain , France , Russia ,
North Korea , the United States and South Africa , and driven by the
greed and corruption of the local politicians, one of the last British
Policemen works to find a nuclear bomb that is to be used in a coup attempt.
Reviewer’s Comments: The tone of
the book is set in the dedication: ‘For
the many subjugated people of Africa . In the
hope that one day, they may be blessed with honest leaders.’ The author has a good understanding of the
simplistic thinking used by many African politicians to gain control of the
wealth of their nations. His
descriptions explain why so much that happened in Africa
when the colonial powers handed control of the fledgling countries to men whose
only aim was to benefit themselves. If
you wish to understand the mess that Africa
became in the 1960s, you need to read this book.
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