LATER WEEKS

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Weeks have past by a no word has come back from the missionary camps, we were all getting worried but surely God will pull as through.

My school or should i say Park, has become more distant and less open to the community, we did are daily farm work and delivered all the produce in time. Most fathers were of to the war and occasionally gun shots could be heard in the distance. No number of riots could over through the deranged government, and that was the sad truth. It is 21st November and we have gathered around with the other village people and we have been talking about the war and how no body has received any information.
A young man, who I presumed was a messenger came with a leather skin bag filled something.
Every eye was turned onto this mysterious figure and every mouth that one spoke was zipped tightly awaiting for his mouth to gape.
He let out a strained cough and all of our wondering eyes examined his physique I could tell he was uncomfortable but he showed no sign of care or equity.

He opens his little leather pouch and a stack of distorted letters rapped in a hay piece is held in his hand.
He quickly says " you should know why I am here if you don't I'm from the missionary camps, these are the letters from the men that left here"
He had a thick Somalian accent but his English was quite exotic in my opinion.

He seemed distracted and his eyes were gazed upon my skin as though i were a rare artifact, i could sense a glint of guilt and pain flash in his eyes.

HE spoke again" half of the men sent to war are deceased" he spoke in our native language and all heads snapped, mothers with tear rimmed eyes, children with pain aching expressions, and elderly with confused and absentminded faces all in the crowd of this visitor. Everyone had acted as though they were all dead, they new it was better to mourn them for they were already lost at war. Even if they did survive they wouldn't return, some would be held captives others would have lost, limbs and other things, that they wouldn't be able to respond to any human interaction, and that was their dept to pay.

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