This was told to me by my cousin Becky. It is the main reason I've not posted much lately as we were trying to get her home. She is now safely back in the States. You need to be aware that the Black New World Order operates in many ways. To tell her story I must occasionally shift between the narrative and the first person...
Red flags were everywhere but we were too naive to see them. It was the spring of '21 and even with Covid restrictions the college class at church felt "lead" to take a month-long mission trip in '22. We wanted someplace that needed the gospel and offered a chance to go overseas.
Though my best friends Katie, Linda, and I were still seniors in high school we were invited to join in the planning and fundraising for the trip.
Our church is in what I would call a big-small farming town. We're about 40 miles Southeast of Springfield Missouri. It is a Fundamental Baptist Church that has its headquarters in Springfield. Counting the three of us, there would be 9 going. Six young women and 3 men.
We looked at ideas for trips put out by the Denominational Association and none sounded right. However, online we found companies that hosted overseas trips and found one that stood out. It was to a country in Africa called Mali. They even had a representative in the US who was available to talk to churches and church groups about mission trips. We arranged for the representative to come by and speak to our congregation one Sunday night.
In heavily accented English, Samsweato "Please call me Sam" made a presentation that resonated with the entire congregation. First, he gave a short sermon. He then showed a before and after video of a farming village that a missionary group had visited 2 years ago. The changes were miraculous and sold us, the church deacons, and the pastor that this was "our calling".
With online guidance from "Sam," the next 13 months were a whirlwind of activity. Getting passports, fundraising, getting our inoculations, and more fundraising.
Sadly, tragedy struck our group when 6 months before our scheduled departure, Billy, one of the guys who was going with us and the oldest of our class, was killed in a farming accident. We almost canceled the trip but his parents insisted on us going. They even donated a substantial amount of his insurance towards the trip. We dedicated the trip in his honor.
Finally, departure day arrived! Flights to St Louis, then New York then to London. After overnighting there we made connections to Bamako Mali arriving just at sunset.
"Sam" met us at the airport, helped us quickly clear customs, and got us to our hotel in time for dinner, showers, and a short night's sleep. Tomorrow a trio of puddle jumpers would fly us to the province of Gao.
For breakfast, "Sam" had a table of native fruits and juices waiting in the hotel lobby as our luggage was loaded into taxis for our ride back to the airport. He also introduced us to our "guides" for the final leg of our trip. Luke and John would accompany us girls, 3 to a plane while the 2 men would make do without a guide in their plane so they could carry our bags. "Sam" would fly out later in the day. To save weight we even tossed our backpacks and wallets on the third plane.
After takeoff, the flight to the dirt strip airport was uneventful except for the heat! We had been warned but nothing could prepare you for the heat. Each plane had a cooler full of cold local canned fruit juice which we eagerly drank. There were also sack lunches.
Luke tried to be a good guide pointing out features from the air but soon the prior travel, the drone of the engines, and heat got the better of us and we 3 drifted off as best we could.
We were jolted awake by the dirt strip landing. We disembarked and noticed the plane carrying Earl and Lester hadn't landed. The other pilot quickly told us they had experienced engine trouble but were safely on the ground. "Sam" would pick them and our luggage up when he flew out later in the day. Reasonable enough.
Luke and John escorted us to the shade of an open-sided shed. They said there would be trucks to meet us soon. We girls all quenched our thirst with more of the canned fruit juice.
Within minutes several trucks roared up. One truck which had a fuel tank strapped in the bed stopped by the two planes and the rest came over to the shed. We girls all noticed the occupants were armed. John said "Don't be alarmed. They travel with guns in case of thieves." One of the men had hopped from a truck. Luke introduced him as Major Isabmie. After a quick conversation in their language some laughter and more than one sideways glance, Major Isabmie told us Samsweato would catch us in a few hours and we must come with him. It wasn't like a request but more like an order. There was a problem. We all needed to go pee. We were told just go squat behind the trucks. Nobody would watch.
In anticipation of the mission trip, a couple of us girls had tried to learn some of the native tongues. One of the older girls, Carol looked at me as we both heard Major Isabmie grinning and tell John and Luke (thinking we wouldn't understand) "Samsweato with these did well." They all 3 laughed as we loaded into the trucks.
Carol asked if I understood what he said and I nodded. We were both worried.
Now is a good time to let you meet all the important characters.
Major Isabmie. Mid 40's. Human smuggler and slave trader. Local Chief of Police. Corrupt to the core and a Sadist at heart.
Samsweato "Call me Sam" was a scout on the prowl for ignorant White Christians. A true adherent of The Black New World Order, most of his ancestors had been slave traders before being hunted down, brutally tortured, and killed by White Abolitionist Christians following the US Civil War. He still had generational hatred in his blood. and thought he needed real Reparations from White Christians.
My cousin Becky who turned 18 two days before departure, 5'4",110lbs, short dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, freckles, farm girl tan, slender build 32B-26-34. Loves horses. Virgin.
Katie is 18, 5'9", 125lbs, with black hair (always in a ponytail), blue eyes, clear medium complexion. Softball and volleyball player lettering in both. 34C-30-34. Not a virgin but only had sex once. No boyfriend.
Linda 18, 5'1" 100lbs, long carrot red hair, emerald eyes. Light complexion with freckles. Speech and debate and flute all 4 years of high school. 30AA-24-30. Virgin dating is mostly nerds.
Carol 22, 5'10" 135lbs. 1st cousin to Katie with black shoulder-length hair. Daddy owns a dairy farm where she works weekends and during the summer. 34D-30-36 and strong. Not a virgin but not promiscuous. Wranglers and a Carhartt T-shirt were her normal attire. Something of a rebel.
Patrica and Paula. Identical twins. Preachers are kids but very devout. 21, 5'4" around 130lbs. but with the loose-fitting blouses and knee-length skirts they always wore, their measurements were something of a mystery. Both have long blond hair with Paula wearing hers in a braid most of the time. They were Juniors at Baptist Bible College in Springfield even attending daily chapel. Both wanted to be Missionary wives and have babies. Knowing the rigors involved in a mission trip their mom had persuaded their *** to let them were khaki pants on the trip.
Earl, 23, and a big old farm boy. 6'6" 250 lbs was an All-State Lineback in American football. Sun-bleached short brown hair, farmers tan, and popular with the ladies. He was a first-string player at Evangel University majoring in ancient languages so he wasn't stupid by any means. Was thinking about becoming a Marine Officer after graduation.
Lester. 19 and the polar opposite of Earl. 5'11", 120 lbs with brown hair and medium complexion. A nice average guy in high school he worked at the local Dollar General.
Billy deceased.
John and Luke. Really bad men in their 20's who worked for Samsweato.
As instructed we all climbed up in the back of a very large old army truck. It appeared that Carol and I were the only two concerned about what lay in store. In the back of the truck stood several men all of whom were armed. One of the things that bothered me was that instead of looking out for thieves and bandits they seem to spend their time looking at us girls.
Enduring the rough ride of about an hour we finally pulled into a half-acre clearing surrounded by grass huts and several cinder block buildings. A few women and children came out of the buildings joining several others who were already in the clearing. In the middle of the clearing were two metal tanks full of water. In the background, you could hear an engine running which we later learned powered a generator.
Getting down from the trucks several native women and children came up to us chattering excitingly. Quickly, the men shooed them away as Luke and John escorted us into the largest of the buildings. Two guards were standing inside. There we found a large desk and a semi-circle of metal folding chairs. While not cool inside at least we were out of the Sun. We all took seats. After a few minutes, Luke told us Major Isabmie is coming.
"Stand up when he enters." That sounded a bit strange but as he walked in the door we all stood.
He told us to sit down as he stood behind his desk. He had some papers which he began to read from in formal English. Becky said she would never forget the next words out of his mouth.
"Lady's, this radio came in while we were driving here. I will translate it for you. It seems the plane for your friends landed safely only to be surrounded by bandits. We know the pilot was killed but the fate of your companions is unknown." We all gasped as Patricia and Paula started to pray, "Now ladies settle down, the bandits stole all your bags and burned the airplane. Did anyone retain their passports or were they in your bags?"
None of us had, "This creates a massive problem. By Mali law, without passports, you are technically in our country illegally. As such, three things are truthful as of now. You are all under arrest for illegal entry. As far as your government is concerned you do not exist. Last, since you do not exist and until things are straightened out you are technically the prisoners of the local police of which I am the Chief."
We began to protest but Major Isabmie loudly yelled "SILENCE!" "You are not in your soft-hearted America now. You're subject to our laws. For all I know you may be drug smugglers or carrying contraband on your persons."
Once more we protested telling him he saw us get off the plane and that he knows what we were there for. He only laughed that maniacal laugh of those who have ultimate power over those who have none.
"Are you done now? All of you, against that wall." We quickly complied, he looked at the twins "You each love your sister very much, if you do as you are told both of you will live, if not, being suspected smugglers one or both of you may die, do you understand?"
Paula and Patricia both nodded meekly. By now a definite silence had fallen over the room. The Major quietly gave his next order, "Strip."
Paula said, "No, we cannot our bodies belong to God."
Suddenly a loud explosion and dust filled the room. and a bullet hole appears in the brick immediately beside Patricia's head. Ears ringing, can hardly hear, "Both of you strip or I will send her to meet your God!" Screamed the Major.
Slowly the twins began to unbutton their blouses. The Major said something to Luke and John. The pair moved quickly to the twins and began ripping away their clothes. One or the other told all of us to obey quickly or we will be shot.
By now the twins were naked using their hands to hide their nudity. Even the guards at the door laughed. The rest of us were told to strip as well. All complied except Carol. She gave the door a furtive look and started that way.
It was hopeless and Carol found out the hard way. A fist from one of the guards caught her square in the face and she was out cold. A barked command from the Major and she was dragged out the door.
Once we were all naked we were led outside to see Carol naked, tied to what Luke called the whipping posts. Best described as two posts set in the ground about 7' apart. She was tied by both ankles and wrists on full display. She had been splashed with water to awaken her and clear away the blood from her nose and face.
"Watch closely ladies. This could be you." He said as he nodded to a tribal woman holding an electric cattle prod. Carol's eyes snapped wide when she heard the current jump between the exposed tips. Something she had done hundreds of times to stubborn cattle was now going to be done to her.
Red flags were everywhere but we were too naive to see them. It was the spring of '21 and even with Covid restrictions the college class at church felt "lead" to take a month-long mission trip in '22. We wanted someplace that needed the gospel and offered a chance to go overseas.
Though my best friends Katie, Linda, and I were still seniors in high school we were invited to join in the planning and fundraising for the trip.
Our church is in what I would call a big-small farming town. We're about 40 miles Southeast of Springfield Missouri. It is a Fundamental Baptist Church that has its headquarters in Springfield. Counting the three of us, there would be 9 going. Six young women and 3 men.
We looked at ideas for trips put out by the Denominational Association and none sounded right. However, online we found companies that hosted overseas trips and found one that stood out. It was to a country in Africa called Mali. They even had a representative in the US who was available to talk to churches and church groups about mission trips. We arranged for the representative to come by and speak to our congregation one Sunday night.
In heavily accented English, Samsweato "Please call me Sam" made a presentation that resonated with the entire congregation. First, he gave a short sermon. He then showed a before and after video of a farming village that a missionary group had visited 2 years ago. The changes were miraculous and sold us, the church deacons, and the pastor that this was "our calling".
With online guidance from "Sam," the next 13 months were a whirlwind of activity. Getting passports, fundraising, getting our inoculations, and more fundraising.
Sadly, tragedy struck our group when 6 months before our scheduled departure, Billy, one of the guys who was going with us and the oldest of our class, was killed in a farming accident. We almost canceled the trip but his parents insisted on us going. They even donated a substantial amount of his insurance towards the trip. We dedicated the trip in his honor.
Finally, departure day arrived! Flights to St Louis, then New York then to London. After overnighting there we made connections to Bamako Mali arriving just at sunset.
"Sam" met us at the airport, helped us quickly clear customs, and got us to our hotel in time for dinner, showers, and a short night's sleep. Tomorrow a trio of puddle jumpers would fly us to the province of Gao.
For breakfast, "Sam" had a table of native fruits and juices waiting in the hotel lobby as our luggage was loaded into taxis for our ride back to the airport. He also introduced us to our "guides" for the final leg of our trip. Luke and John would accompany us girls, 3 to a plane while the 2 men would make do without a guide in their plane so they could carry our bags. "Sam" would fly out later in the day. To save weight we even tossed our backpacks and wallets on the third plane.
After takeoff, the flight to the dirt strip airport was uneventful except for the heat! We had been warned but nothing could prepare you for the heat. Each plane had a cooler full of cold local canned fruit juice which we eagerly drank. There were also sack lunches.
Luke tried to be a good guide pointing out features from the air but soon the prior travel, the drone of the engines, and heat got the better of us and we 3 drifted off as best we could.
We were jolted awake by the dirt strip landing. We disembarked and noticed the plane carrying Earl and Lester hadn't landed. The other pilot quickly told us they had experienced engine trouble but were safely on the ground. "Sam" would pick them and our luggage up when he flew out later in the day. Reasonable enough.
Luke and John escorted us to the shade of an open-sided shed. They said there would be trucks to meet us soon. We girls all quenched our thirst with more of the canned fruit juice.
Within minutes several trucks roared up. One truck which had a fuel tank strapped in the bed stopped by the two planes and the rest came over to the shed. We girls all noticed the occupants were armed. John said "Don't be alarmed. They travel with guns in case of thieves." One of the men had hopped from a truck. Luke introduced him as Major Isabmie. After a quick conversation in their language some laughter and more than one sideways glance, Major Isabmie told us Samsweato would catch us in a few hours and we must come with him. It wasn't like a request but more like an order. There was a problem. We all needed to go pee. We were told just go squat behind the trucks. Nobody would watch.
In anticipation of the mission trip, a couple of us girls had tried to learn some of the native tongues. One of the older girls, Carol looked at me as we both heard Major Isabmie grinning and tell John and Luke (thinking we wouldn't understand) "Samsweato with these did well." They all 3 laughed as we loaded into the trucks.
Carol asked if I understood what he said and I nodded. We were both worried.
Now is a good time to let you meet all the important characters.
Major Isabmie. Mid 40's. Human smuggler and slave trader. Local Chief of Police. Corrupt to the core and a Sadist at heart.
Samsweato "Call me Sam" was a scout on the prowl for ignorant White Christians. A true adherent of The Black New World Order, most of his ancestors had been slave traders before being hunted down, brutally tortured, and killed by White Abolitionist Christians following the US Civil War. He still had generational hatred in his blood. and thought he needed real Reparations from White Christians.
My cousin Becky who turned 18 two days before departure, 5'4",110lbs, short dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, freckles, farm girl tan, slender build 32B-26-34. Loves horses. Virgin.
Katie is 18, 5'9", 125lbs, with black hair (always in a ponytail), blue eyes, clear medium complexion. Softball and volleyball player lettering in both. 34C-30-34. Not a virgin but only had sex once. No boyfriend.
Linda 18, 5'1" 100lbs, long carrot red hair, emerald eyes. Light complexion with freckles. Speech and debate and flute all 4 years of high school. 30AA-24-30. Virgin dating is mostly nerds.
Carol 22, 5'10" 135lbs. 1st cousin to Katie with black shoulder-length hair. Daddy owns a dairy farm where she works weekends and during the summer. 34D-30-36 and strong. Not a virgin but not promiscuous. Wranglers and a Carhartt T-shirt were her normal attire. Something of a rebel.
Patrica and Paula. Identical twins. Preachers are kids but very devout. 21, 5'4" around 130lbs. but with the loose-fitting blouses and knee-length skirts they always wore, their measurements were something of a mystery. Both have long blond hair with Paula wearing hers in a braid most of the time. They were Juniors at Baptist Bible College in Springfield even attending daily chapel. Both wanted to be Missionary wives and have babies. Knowing the rigors involved in a mission trip their mom had persuaded their *** to let them were khaki pants on the trip.
Earl, 23, and a big old farm boy. 6'6" 250 lbs was an All-State Lineback in American football. Sun-bleached short brown hair, farmers tan, and popular with the ladies. He was a first-string player at Evangel University majoring in ancient languages so he wasn't stupid by any means. Was thinking about becoming a Marine Officer after graduation.
Lester. 19 and the polar opposite of Earl. 5'11", 120 lbs with brown hair and medium complexion. A nice average guy in high school he worked at the local Dollar General.
Billy deceased.
John and Luke. Really bad men in their 20's who worked for Samsweato.
As instructed we all climbed up in the back of a very large old army truck. It appeared that Carol and I were the only two concerned about what lay in store. In the back of the truck stood several men all of whom were armed. One of the things that bothered me was that instead of looking out for thieves and bandits they seem to spend their time looking at us girls.
Enduring the rough ride of about an hour we finally pulled into a half-acre clearing surrounded by grass huts and several cinder block buildings. A few women and children came out of the buildings joining several others who were already in the clearing. In the middle of the clearing were two metal tanks full of water. In the background, you could hear an engine running which we later learned powered a generator.
Getting down from the trucks several native women and children came up to us chattering excitingly. Quickly, the men shooed them away as Luke and John escorted us into the largest of the buildings. Two guards were standing inside. There we found a large desk and a semi-circle of metal folding chairs. While not cool inside at least we were out of the Sun. We all took seats. After a few minutes, Luke told us Major Isabmie is coming.
"Stand up when he enters." That sounded a bit strange but as he walked in the door we all stood.
He told us to sit down as he stood behind his desk. He had some papers which he began to read from in formal English. Becky said she would never forget the next words out of his mouth.
"Lady's, this radio came in while we were driving here. I will translate it for you. It seems the plane for your friends landed safely only to be surrounded by bandits. We know the pilot was killed but the fate of your companions is unknown." We all gasped as Patricia and Paula started to pray, "Now ladies settle down, the bandits stole all your bags and burned the airplane. Did anyone retain their passports or were they in your bags?"
None of us had, "This creates a massive problem. By Mali law, without passports, you are technically in our country illegally. As such, three things are truthful as of now. You are all under arrest for illegal entry. As far as your government is concerned you do not exist. Last, since you do not exist and until things are straightened out you are technically the prisoners of the local police of which I am the Chief."
We began to protest but Major Isabmie loudly yelled "SILENCE!" "You are not in your soft-hearted America now. You're subject to our laws. For all I know you may be drug smugglers or carrying contraband on your persons."
Once more we protested telling him he saw us get off the plane and that he knows what we were there for. He only laughed that maniacal laugh of those who have ultimate power over those who have none.
"Are you done now? All of you, against that wall." We quickly complied, he looked at the twins "You each love your sister very much, if you do as you are told both of you will live, if not, being suspected smugglers one or both of you may die, do you understand?"
Paula and Patricia both nodded meekly. By now a definite silence had fallen over the room. The Major quietly gave his next order, "Strip."
Paula said, "No, we cannot our bodies belong to God."
Suddenly a loud explosion and dust filled the room. and a bullet hole appears in the brick immediately beside Patricia's head. Ears ringing, can hardly hear, "Both of you strip or I will send her to meet your God!" Screamed the Major.
Slowly the twins began to unbutton their blouses. The Major said something to Luke and John. The pair moved quickly to the twins and began ripping away their clothes. One or the other told all of us to obey quickly or we will be shot.
By now the twins were naked using their hands to hide their nudity. Even the guards at the door laughed. The rest of us were told to strip as well. All complied except Carol. She gave the door a furtive look and started that way.
It was hopeless and Carol found out the hard way. A fist from one of the guards caught her square in the face and she was out cold. A barked command from the Major and she was dragged out the door.
Once we were all naked we were led outside to see Carol naked, tied to what Luke called the whipping posts. Best described as two posts set in the ground about 7' apart. She was tied by both ankles and wrists on full display. She had been splashed with water to awaken her and clear away the blood from her nose and face.
"Watch closely ladies. This could be you." He said as he nodded to a tribal woman holding an electric cattle prod. Carol's eyes snapped wide when she heard the current jump between the exposed tips. Something she had done hundreds of times to stubborn cattle was now going to be done to her.
- Next: Red Flags II
