Boys are not intruders. By soboye Danagogo
He had lost his
innocence on a similar night at this, eighteen years ago. The moon had been
just as bright when Father John invited him to his quarters.
The priest had
forcefully torn through the Senibo's innocence, creating in him a rage that
knew no calm until he watched the abusive Reverend Father as he bled to dead in
his arms a week later.
He turned thirteen
when he stabbed the shameless pederast on the vein through the neck with the
sharp edge of a broken bottle.
It is how he ran away
from Mother Cecilia's orphanage and took refuge at the slum close to the bridge
where different people footfalls are the way fear is described.
It is where he learned
survival. The begun his thorn-filled career into petty crimes, because for him
how to thief is a distributive perceptive, where two or three comes and share
ideas on how to obtain what isn't theirs.
He met the money he
had been longing for but what happened to Senibo made his ghost realized; a boy
is a snow build close to the river. It is not because Senibo had it all wrong
but it was because even the boy child has a case that needs people to ask about
really happened to Senibo at the orphanage where he met Anuty Amaka.
Who then was so sympathetic,
lovely and supportive but what do we expect from a boy who claims a tree filled
with ants with nakedness. They went for robbery and as they entered, it was a
woman with her three girls.
The rules are not just
pick the money but loot everything. So as a gang they held the rule on the
throat.
Anuty Amaka requested.
"I want to see the face of the man that wants to rape me?"
He unmasked, and she
cried out "Senibo, it is me Aunty Amaka, please don't do this"
He stopped but
according to the rule, if you don't like to loot allow others, yet Senibo
refuses and the end came calling.
No one knew of him
again or had heard of him; he became breathless boy running errands for bullet
holes.
© @ soboye Danagogo
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