Goodnight Pain. "Thieves" he screamed, it
was almost funny. Not until more voices joined the chorus as they screamed and
shouted on us. We could have run at least to save our lives, but our intentions
were genuine and little did we know how the day would end. From a handful of
young men shouting and throwing questions at us, it escalated to a crowd of
angry mob. There was no way we could escape this one, so we calmed down. They
pushed us around and then stripped us all. These men pulled us pants down; we
were more than embarrassed, the whole community watched, I recognized few faces
from the crowd. Obviously they were so afraid to say "stop" then the
beating started, I wished it to be just a nightmare. But it was real, these men
were determined. They dropped heavy rocks on our heads, they pounded our faces
with large planks, blood covered our eyes, they matched and kicked us right on
our bleeding nostrils, and we couldn't breathe.
"Bring tire" one of the men repeated,
until they brought the tires. "Oh God!" We watched the crowd watch
us, we raised hands of plea, we couldn't speak, some hid, and some shot videos
and took pictures. There was no one to stop this. This was the point we knew it
was over. We felt pain, helpless and hopeless. I thought of my siblings, I
wondered how my mum would take this. She would fall apart. I begged God to hold
her for me, comfort and make her strong for me; I prayed same for my friends.
Then we started crying, we cried together. The tears gave us headaches. We
looked up high, the sky was still. Rings of tires landed on our necks, they
kept hitting us, but we were numb already. They set us ablaze. We rolled around,
tried to reach for each other, I wondered who would give up first, and the fire
burned our bodies. It hurt, it hurt and then it hurt. But suddenly the pain
stopped, and then I couldn't hear any other thing, but silence. I thanked God. The
pain was over and Gods glory was revealed. Goodnight pain. RIP ALUU#4:
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