Myfeel Word

             Immediately I saw him, I carried Amina and was about to run away but I wasn't fast enough. He ran towards me and pushed me. I fell in such a way that my head hit the edge of the bed. The pain was overwhelming. He dragged me by my hair, tightened his fist and hit me hard. Before I knew what was happening, blood began to gush out from my nose. At that point, I wanted to fight back but I didn't have the strength. I laid on the floor almost passing out and when I turned to my right, I saw Amina on the floor. I saw her move part of her body, which meant she was still alive. I was glad amidst all the pain that she was, I didn't want to loose her. The man came to me, held my legs and began to drag me outside. All of a sudden, I saw a knife come out of his shirt and blood gushing out. He fell down on his kneels, and then on my body. I struggled to push him out and stood up in shock. My clothes were stained with blood...

             Immediately I saw him, I felt a bit relieved. I told him that I needed to get something for the baby to eat and that I needed his help. How I got that kind of courage to talk to a killer like that, I don't know. All I knew was that I needed to do everything for that child to eat, even it meant me going through hell in the hands of the men. The boy looked at me for a while without saying anything, then suddenly he said '' follow me ''. I wondered what he was thinking of at that point, but I did hope in my heart that he was becoming better and having his emotions back. I followed him as he took me pass the tents where the men were sleeping. While we were walking, I saw a big spider. I am allergic to spiders, any contact made with them gives me skin rash instantly. When I saw this one, I wanted to scream but the boy quickly closed my mouth. He warned me that if the other men heard my voice, they would kil...

          The sound of the gunshots woke me up from sleep. I heard little children screaming outside. I quickly put on a black t-shirt and a short lemon nicker. I ran outside and saw a death pool of catholic sisters and some children, blood flooded the whole environment. I ran to where the other children were and I saw them crying with blood stained hands and clothes. Tears filled my eyes but I couldn't cry because I knew it wasn't the time for emotions. I closed the door of the room where they were hiding and told them to keep shut. All of a sudden, the whole place became really quiet, then I could hear their voices. I peeped through a small hole in the door and saw them with guns, cutlass and all sorts of arms. They walked through the dead bodies and made sure no one was alive by shooting them twice. There was no conscience in their eyes. There was no pity. At some point, I asked myself if they were humans, because I knew every human being ...