WAR’S WAYS


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The noise gets louder and things start to lose balance

Then she screams out “Nooooooo…don’t hurt us, I’ll surrender”

In a matter of seconds, they’re all sent six feet under

I turned to face him, him who was about to send me next

He laughed at me when all I could do was flounder…

 

  • WAR CAN BE PREVENTED IF WE ALL LEARN TO TOLERATE ONE ANOTHER. THE ABOVE DESCRIBES A WAR PRONE AREA. THE EFFECTS OF WAR ARE DEVASTATING TO FAMILY AND IMPEDE DEVELOPMENTAL PROGRESS.I APOLOGISE FOR THE USE OF ANY OFFENSIVE WORDS IN THE FOLLOWING TEXT.

 

As night stole the day, their faces were carved with worry. I had a bedroom but today I was sleeping in the basement. It had been like this for about a week then. The only times we were to go out, were at dawn, and an hour before the curfew, because by that time we were sure that the soldiers were patrolling around. Not all of them were helping us. They were actually the ones committing the bad deeds.

I was only 9 years old and my birthday was a week away. But honestly I knew there wasn’t going to be any celebration. I wasn’t happy, no one was.

When it was exactly seven o’clock, my Mum rushed all of us, my brother, sister and two cousins into the basement. She shut the door tight and lay a bed sheet on the king size mattress which we all slept on.

“Mama, are they around again?” I asked. “Yes they are, hush now and be quiet” she said. “Will we survive death today Mama? I’m scared” I asked with tears forming in my eyes. She placed two fingers on my mouth and said, “My child don’t talk like that again. I promise you that we’ll see the start of tomorrow, now be very quiet and try to sleep.”

The room was very dark and starkly quiet. We could all hear the sounds of our hearts beating. My two cousins and my younger brother soon fell asleep. My Mama was by the window, keeping watch and turning every five minutes to see if we were okay. So it was just I and my sister, who was a year younger than me, awake.

We looked at each other and smiled. We were going to play the blinking game.

I motioned with my fingers, counting one to three and then I gave her the longest stare that I could. She made a funny face that never ceased to make me laugh. I gave in, blinked and laughed out loud. Too loud that my Mama got startled and walked straight to us. The look on her face told us that she was very displeased with us. But I could tell she was more worried than annoyed. My sister and I hid under the covers to let her know we were done fooling around. Soon sleep crept in and my sister became a victim. I was next and it wrapped around me. I dreamt about beautiful things, like playing in the park, my Mama spinning me in the air and laughing with my siblings and cousins.

I opened my eyes as fast as I could. I heard a noise, and immediately I knew they were here. My Mama gathered us and we stood in one corner of the room. “Be very quiet, don’t breathe too hard,” she said almost in tears. “I love all of you.”

She held us very tightly. I could hear footsteps above us and things crashing to the ground. Whatever was going on up there was chaotic for sure. Then they broke the door and entered the basement. It took them no time in finding us. Two robust men stood in front of us. They were armed, and their faces covered. My Mama screamed in alarm, “Don’t hurt my babies, please don’t hurt them. Take me, do as you please but just leave them.” One of the men hit her across the face and held her. I heard him say, “I’ll deal with her.” He pushed her to the ground and forced himself on top of her. He was thrusting himself up and down, and my Mama could only cry, she didn’t resist because if she did, the worst would take place. This wasn’t the first time she had been through this. We were lucky the first time, they didn’t kill us. I could only hope they would do same today and let us go. I couldn’t stand to watch my Mama in pain because of whatever it was that the huge man was doing to her. My sister was in tears, screaming out stop! He then got up and pushed her again. He shouted out, “Fuck you woman!” And then the worst moment in my life happened. It was inevitable but why did it have to be now? He shot her in the head. Blood splattered everywhere, and at this point I could not stop the tears from flowing. I had tried to be hard and hold it all in, but now I couldn’t. Then he shot my sister, brother, and then my cousins. There was so much rage inside of me I had never felt before. I screamed out at him, “Fuck you!!!!!!!!!!” I didn’t know the meaning but I had come to know that they, the soldiers, used this word whenever they were angry. I ran to him and kicked him in the groin, and shouted in tears, “Why did you kill my Mama? Why did you kill them?” I was hitting at him, I didn’t care what he would do to me. He pushed me to the ground and laughed. Then he aimed his rifle at me and shot my leg. I would have died that night, had it not been for his mate who called him because they had to go to their next destination. They left, left me crying endlessly.

So now I was an orphan. I sat wounded on the ground, looking at my Mama drenched in blood. She had been a brave woman. She would forever be the one person I would look up to. She sacrificed everything, even herself to save us. My brother, sister and cousins were gone too. Who was I going to play with now? My mind went back to the last game I played with my sister a few hours ago. I was very close to her and she had been taken away from me. They were all in Heaven now, who knows laughing with my Father. I wanted so bad to join them. I took a sharp nail and targeted the side of my waist. Then an old lady rushed in and stopped me from my actions. She carried me out of the room and we walked away from the house. Silence prevailed again.

22 thoughts on “WAR’S WAYS

  1. Elsie….I couldn’t tell if this was a story, or a memory for sure, but no matter which, a horrendous experience. To have lived through that, and come to where you are, shows me a great deal of courage, as well as compassion. I know that this experience is all too common in today’s world, and as a man, it makes me want to find those assholes and give them back some of their own medicine…. a great deal of it. I hope you may always be strong enough to keep your memories fresh, yet continue to grow beyond them…. well written, compelling, and beautifully compassionate. Kudos…..

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    1. Thank you for taking time to read. I didn’t go through this fortunately! But it hurts me to know that people went through this and some others out there are also suffering this terrible fate.Maybe I should have made it clearer that it was a story. But this madness should be stopped. Thanks again for reading and stay blessed.

      Elsie.

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      1. I’m relieved to find it is not your own story….it was written so well, it seemed to be real. It’s all to common, as I said, and the entire world needs to just stop the killing….but how can human nature be elevated beyond the baseness of the scum? Tough to know….you take care as well….

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    1. Thanks again for reading. Unfortunately this is something too common.
      😦 More love is needed in this world. Raise a child in a good environment and they will
      most likely grow up to be loving, kind and compassionate people.

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  2. Your story is very heart wrenching, which means it’s touching and very well-written. I’m glad it was not you. In the very beginning of the story, I thought of Anne Frank. Of course, Anne’s family and her hid in an attic, but this is unfortunately a tragedgy of war repeated through history. Despite what the Nazis did in World War II, the Soviets went in and raped a possible two million women. You’re right … this story relates to every worn torn place in the past and pressence.

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  3. Elsie……What can I say? I’ve heard and read of similar situations so many times before and each time they still leave me seething with anger and rage at the atrocious injustices that occur in so many nations against women and children. When the children of Israel were oppressed, they cried out to God for deliverance and it eventually came. We must never cease lifting up these matters to our Father and asking for His justice and in the meanwhile do whatever we can to help in our own way. The piece was very well written. Thank you for sharing it and helping to raise the awareness which one day, I pray will lead to change………Be encouraged!……Kim

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  4. Elsie I came upon you by luck; Beth another blogger mentioned you in a post. I am so glad she did. This was such a touching story and honestly it brought me to tears. What a beautiful gift you have. Your post has reminded me what is truly important in life. Blessings always.

    Elvie

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  5. this is very well written…… thank u for showing us all hw horrible war is…… My heart goes out to ani one who has suffered a similar fate……. Our deliverer is in Jesus Christ….. only he can set us free from this madness

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