THE ROAD BACK HOME by Amina Jarso (electronic reader .TXT) 📕

still had to visit and the important people…
My dad...his face just popped up and for some reason I cried harder.
He was the guy who could make it happen for many, just this once I wished he would for me too.
Soon a gang of about five men stood around me all holding guns, pointed at me.
“lailahailallahMuhammad an rasullulah “ I heaved.
All I remember is they must have shot me beyond recognition because that is what I had most people saying at my funeral. They were crying but I did not cry because I was gone but because real soon, I would be forgotten and no one would bother to find out why they were so angry at me.at my family name.
I write this to you, dear cousin because we share a family name and I hope you will remind the world that somewhere lies an unsolved mystery,a pending issue that if not solved might just be your demise as well :that ghost lurking on the road back home.
Regards.”

I woke up sobbing.
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Text: chaltu jarso
Publication Date: 10-02-2012

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Dedication:
My dad Jarso Guyo Mokku My mum Halima salesa for raising me to believe in my abilities, my friends Fatoumata and Ian and family Abdullahi,Halkano,Guyo and Hadija for editing and giving me feedback and Bookrix for publishing.