As I was telling you before I headed to Libya, I had come up with a peace keeping plan to save the birds of Benghazi from being killed by loneliness.

 As you remember at the time I was telling you this, their hunters had deserted them and were shooting their way to Tripoli. My calculations told me that the hunters would be gone for some months and before they ‘capture’ Tripoli and start celebrating, I would have reached the peak of my ‘peacekeeping’ mission and start winding up to return home with many stories to tell about Libyan birds.

Yes, I did go to Benghazi. As it is with all peacekeeping missions, after landing safely, I did a recon around the area to establish how many hunters were left behind and how many birds were in the town in total.

I realised that the only hunters left were those injured at the battlefield and those too young to carry a Kalashnikov.

I did not have any problem calling for a town meeting because when I arrived in town, I naturally drew attention due to my skin colour. Young children deserted their homes to come and witness an alien with their own eyes.

Of course when kids leave their homes in a rush, their mothers and sisters will want to know what the trouble was. That is how I managed to present my agenda.

Despite my being an alien, the birds, old and young did not seem to be bothered because they seriously needed security and assurance. My calculations were right after all.

You should have seen me amidst a sea of Benghazi birds, explaining my peacekeeping plans. Unfortunately you will not be able to see the photos because I forgot my camera.

Well, the peacekeeping mission started off well, and the birds had trust in me, apparently because they had heard stories of what a good job my compatriots were doing in Sudan’s Darfur.

The door-to-door Patrols went on very well and I was beginning to make some acquaintances here and there. Birds were apparently naïve about issues of bird hunting but I laboured to explain as much as I could. Things were rolling on smoothly until the first vehicle arrived full of casualties of war.

I ceased to be the centre of attraction in town as everyone went to see the injured hunters and hear their stories at the battle field.

I was told by one of the birds that I had gotten close to, that things had changed at the battle field and the King of Kings was turning tables and bringing the war to Benghazi. The injured hunters talked of the King of Kings raining fire from the ground and the skies.

I immediately knew that game was over.  Before long, vehicles started to arrive full of casualties. I started devising a pull out plan immediately before the hunters came and mistook me for a Gadaffi mercenary. 

I melted into the shadows and started to plan departure without any detection because you never know what hunters fresh from battle can do when they discover that you are a fake.

I joined a group of people who were heading out of town to escape a possible onslaught on the town by forces loyal to the King of Kings. We had to walk all the way to the Egyptian border in the scorching desert sun.

On the way, I tried to do some hunting – refugee to refugee but it did not work because all the birds were too afraid to open up.

They feared that the big man’s planes would fly over any time and unleash hell on them from above. But luckily, this never happened and we reached the border safely.

I am now back and I don’t intend to venture into peacekeeping again soon.

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