Today, almost a year later, with some nostalgia, I remember my last trip to Mocímboa da Praia in November-December 2019
Traveled from Maputo to Pemba on a LAM flight on Friday 29 November. The following Monday, day 2, at 3.00 am, I took a motorcycle taxi that took me to the airport crossing. The bus from the carrier Nagi arrived at the place a few minutes after 4.00 am (I stayed almost 1 hour on foot, since there is no place to sit there at the airport crossing!).
At 5 o’clock we left … I was apprehensive as anyone can imagine taking into account the wave of attacks on vehicles along the N380. Several thoughts occurred to me …… my youngest son and wife… what would become of them if something happened to me… ..Anyway, I couldn’t change anything. It was already there! The first sign of violence soon appeared in Silva Macua (detour to the districts of Macomia and Montepuez. There was a truck parked that carried a recently charred truck cab.
We arrived at Macomia and, in control, UIR agents took the bus for proper control of the identifications and questions about the reason for the trip. We continued and soon after we started to see the villages recently attacked and burned in Mianguelewa. There was a detour because of the bridge works over the Messalo River that were forced to stop due to the attack on the contractor. All the equipment had been abandoned on the spot. We advanced to the entrance to the Muidumbe district.
From then on, there were several burnt villages: Mucojo, Quitarajo, Mbau. Strangely, I wasn’t scared. I rehearse a conversation with two passengers sitting with me … I discover that they are agents of the UIR … but the conversation flows … you cannot go into many details of the situation: they say they cannot speak because it is not known who is on the bus. The new recruits of the insurgents from Memba, they said, and other parts of Nampula could be there … many had already been found and captured during their travels.
We finally arrived in Oasse (Diaca). The inspection post has multidisciplinary teams from the SDS. All passengers were required to descend with their belongings. A line is made and you enter a room where everyone, including their luggage, is searched and their identification verified. There was a short interview about the reason for the trip. In my case, the agent asked me for the credential. I notice a lady beside me being searched … unfortunately in war situations there is no modesty etc … the agent touches you … anyway. From Oasse to Vila Autárquica de Mocimboa da Prai it is 42 kilometers. We did the distance in 40 min. It was the first time I traveled from Nagi … I just heard about it … the speed is dizzying and terrifying … I confess I didn’t like it and we finally arrived at the village: It is a militarized village … tanks and BTRs, mahindras with military and special forces hooded circulating at high speed. The looks were intimidating. I told my family that I had already arrived. It was a beautiful city, very well designed. With all the military apparatus he saw, he naively believed that he was in one of the safest places in this country. Months later everything changed! My Mocímboa was torn, outraged, raped by a human strain that cannot be homo sapiens. I think beyond belief that there are bipeds that have been delayed in human evolution. People are not, they are something else. My Mocímboa was torn, outraged, raped by a human strain that cannot be homo sapiens. I think beyond belief that there are bipeds that have been delayed in human evolution. People are not, they are something else. My Mocímboa was torn, outraged, raped by a human strain that cannot be homo sapiens. I think beyond belief that there are bipeds that have been delayed in human evolution. People are not, they are something else.