The day she was kidnapped, I almost ran mad. I searched and called for her all around the neighborhood, my ten years old mind almost snapping with the pain I felt. The day after when I picked the broom to sweep our compound, I was reminded of how she would have bounded up to me, grinning widely and getting in between my legs while I bent down to sweep. I broke down and wept hard.
30th July 2017 — Comments are off for this post.
To Them Who Stood By You
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