Sunday, 22 December 2013

In our Midst

Boom!!! The sound of shattered glass and people screaming rang through his ears like music, he looked around and saw nothing but dust, rubble's and broken pieces of cement on the floor, looking around he saw a lady crouched in a position like she was trying to protect something from getting harmed in the explosion, a large rock dropped from d ceiling hitting the lady and causing her to roll over. He noticed a baby covered in blood, the lady had given up her life to shield her baby from harm. He approached the baby, and noticed the baby couldn't be older than six months old, people regain their consciousness began to look for their friends and family in in the remains of the building , the baby soon began to cry but no one paid attention to her ,  he put his hands around her and slowly lifted her up , he noticed blood started to fall onto the  baby’s cloth and it took him a while to realize the blood was his , he had a gash going from his right brow to the tip of his right ear, he put the baby down and began to wipe the blood ,but the blood continued.
People were running around screaming, turning bodies around hoping it was their friend of family , a wave of joy and disappointment came on their face when they saw that the faces they see was not known to them , the ones that had found bodies began to shake  them and asking and begging for the person to wake up .
   A man looking upon the decapitated body of lady flabbergasted, he looked like his soul had left his body, the man showed no remorse and was still like a statue, he couldn't decide the man’s relation to the decapitated lady, looking at his finger he noticed he had no wedding ring but the lady had an engagement ring on her ring finger, she was covered by blood and dust.
He turned around to pay attention to the baby who had begun to cry but no one paid attention to her, he picked her up and began to make his way for the exit, the security officer that held the door open for him on his way in, was still sitting on the chair, he had a piece of glass lodged in his torso, the baby looked at the  security with a blank stare, he  covered her face with his hands this was enough horror to last an adult a life time not to talk of a baby.
When he got outside he saw spectators looking at the remains of the building in awe, some held their hands over their mouth, other had their hands on their head in pity, bodies were beginning to pile up at the entrance of the building, there was no police officer or ambulance member to be seen in place it was up to the spectators to find the survivors and try and prevent them from giving up as ghosts. He walked and crossed to the other side of the road, he saw that half the building was damaged, all in the name of Jihad, a restaurant has turned into a mass grave, he felt a felt happy smiling at his accomplishment, keeping the baby as a souvenir, his first job had been a success and he looked into a future of more thrill. Mouthing the word Boko Haram he turned his back to the scene and made his way home, this was his first mission and also his initiation into the terrorist group.
Halting to get a bike at the end of the road at this point he couldn't see or hear any of the commotion going on in the newly blown apart building, he contemplated what he was going to do with the child during the journey home.


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