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THE LAST MINUTE

 

Danladi struggled the rough paper out of the pocket of his green khaki shorts; the pen ink was already fading as he made futile efforts to scribble something. His breath was seizing, so, he put the paper aside; his hands, shaking and dripping with blood, holding on to the bullet wound.

He croaked “I wan go school, na pilot I wan be but they come and give me gun, they say I should be shooting people, I never like am…. ”
He thought out aloud when the last bullet pierced through his head splattering blood all over his face.

Written by Lord’sfavour
INTERNATIONAL DAY AGAINST USE OF CHILD SOLDIERS

 

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