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The Cry of an African Child(Part2)

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by Oluwaseyi Tomosori Catherine

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If you missed part1 Click here

We walked the mountain terrain during the day and slept in the caves at night.The cold came,drought came,many died but i kept going...I wondered why..What other life could be out there for me other than this which i'm living at the moment?

I was trained to carry guns,to kill,to survive!I endured bites frm mosquitoes,the cold and the heat..i found succour in d rocks which had become my bed and pillow,raw meat at times was all i could eat,the water from the rocks,an ambrosia to my lips.

Today we march on to conquer a village so small...Orders are being given,I've been assigned to the fifth division..we march at sunset..I'm so scared,so terrified...i'm going to kill once again this evening..this time around,is it gonna be an adult or a child?a man or a woman?...I can hear the soldiers making their rounds,giving the usual dose of morphine..They barge into my room as usual,drag me down and inject me..Now i'm strong,my emotions are gone,i'm ready to hunt and kill.

At sunset,we marched...we entered the village,killed every adult,took every supply in sight,put each child in manacles and set the village ablaze...We left and got to a point ontop of a hill n here we made the children watch as their once cherished home and family burn to the ground...we destroyed and erased a part of the human race within 2 hours.

Tonight is the night of celebration and as usual,two children or rather captives are made to fight each other to the death..The effect of the morphine has worn off..I just can't watch this..i must return to my room...i turned and left for my room...i entered and laid on my rock of a bed and then drifted off to dreamland...

..."someone is here with me,he is trying to part my thighs..i can't feel my hands..is this another nightmare?"
Suddenly,my eyes are open..this is certainly not a joke..there is a man standing over me..it's Mohammed...i'm tryna scream but i can't; i've been gagged and tied up...Mohammed came down on me,tore that tiny veil; 
he stole my innocence!!!

I've accepted my fate...and now, i patiently await the day i would have the pleasure of driving my dagger right through his heart and take my revenge on my captors,set the captives free as we all sing and chant "Freedom at last"



I am that African Child whose cries await discovery......

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