[b] The south wind blew sarcastically at the dust clouded village. Trees were using their army of leaves to fight of the ferocious spears wind threw at them. The sun seemed to be at loggerheads with the wind as she gradually faded into the cloud.
The cloud was black with anger that sun left her all by herself she knew in no distant time she'll start crying.
Harmattan was having its final lap, sooner or later the sky would pour down what it sucked up.
That alone was a relieve, atleast children would no longer look like masquarades, trees would flourish and the thick dust on their leaves would wash away like grims beneath springs.
The aura around us was getting darker with each passing jiffy.
I was seated on a plastic chair while zainab stood behind me, braiding my hair.
Zainab was a pro at with she do, unfortunately that didn't stop my tender scalp from responding to the pulls and twists messaged by Zainab's plaiting fingers.
My name is Aisha, a sixteen years old from a family of six children. Zainab was my cousin, she was twn years older than i.
Being the first daughter of a poor family, i had to let go any idea of schooling and concentrate more on helping my parents make both ends meet.
It wasn't a big deal to me, afterall its not how well educated you are but how willing God is to bless you.
Like most young girls i have dreams, very big dreams.
I hope of being a media personality someday, get married to a very rich man, live in a house of my own, help those around me and most importantly have kids to call me 'mother'.
Yes we may be down to earth today but hey! Every cloud has a silver lining, the future is always pregnant and not even the wisest of men call decipher what the baby is. We know our past, witness the present but can never write the future. Moreso the ball is in your court, you decide what ink and on what paper your tomorrow would be written.
Mum never hesitate to remind me of this.
Oh my! I almost forgot i dried my clothes on a rock behind our house, from the look of things the very first rain of the year would pour down today.
"hang on Zainab, we must get our clothes before the cloud rain her tasteless tears on them"
"kai! Wallahi i'm so happy it would rain today, no more visiting the far away beck" Zainab poured out her euphoria.
We strode past our little house to the rock. Just then we heard rattling sounds of trucks, terrifying music of guns and heart wrenching thuds of battalions.
Zainab and h took cover behind the rock, we only heard it on the grapevine that the terrorists have invaded our state! It was true all along oh Allah, why did they choose our little village?
Most of them wore masks while others had their faces painted. Just a glance at their weapons was enough to terrify a gladiator.
We were hearing loud wails, groans and cries for help from surrounding houses.
Help himself wouldn't dare show up.
"its not safe out here, lets go home" zainab whispered. Best thing since sliced bread! That was the only option we had.
We forsoke our ideal mission and practically crawled back home.
While at the verge of entering our compound, i met the shocker of my life!
Two of the ferocious men stood before our house. All members of my family and a few other persons knelt before them in two rows. The first row was made of men. Women and boys while the second, the most scant was only females.
Bolts of electricity exploded in me, sending shivers to each cell in my body. I was shaking vigorously, after seeing the cruel and inhuman treatment administered on members of the populated rows.
I watch with my own very eyes as the people i cared most about were being slaughtered by those beast.
They'd mutter some arabic rubbish! And slaughter people like animals. I couldn't take it when my beloved mother was about to be slain. "nooo!" i screamed, not minding they'd find me.
Mum gave me one last look, i look filled with honest and true love.
"i love you Aisha" she managed to force out before the god damned sword slit her throat.
By now i was already tied and dragged to the row of young ladies.
The beasts finish their killing festival, making the house i grew up in, a pool of blood. The very blood of my dearests.
Tears were far away from me as i stared blankly at the flowing redness, flowing lives!!!!
To cut the lon story short, we were taken to a truck, zainab and i managed to escape. We joined the company of other villagers and ran to a safe location which now serve as our camp. All my dreams were shattered in just one day!
THE END[/b]
The story is fictional, alot of IDP's went through hell....please always do remember them in your prayers.
