Loud screams filled the air and woke me up. It was that time of the year again. I was only four but I knew that tears, blood and death were common at this tim...
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I walked down the street for the hundredth time. Johns passed by, trying to get my attention but I was not here for that. I had spent too much tim...
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It was time for school again. Most of my classmates would be dreading this time, I was excited. I packed my bags and stood at the bus stop waitin...
All children have dreams. Ideas of what they want to become when they grow up. Sometimes these dreams end. I was once this child, full of happiness, but all...
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Hi mum, if you’re reading this then it means I didn’t have the heart to tell you in person. Mama, I need to explain to you in detail why I chose t...
I grew up in the slums, poor and hopeless; my education was limited and my future bleak. I saw death at an early age, contributed to it in so many ways. I n...
"Child soldier in the Ivory Coast" By Gilbert G. Groud
I was twelve years old when it happened. Our village was attacked at sundown. My friends Tumaini and ...
Lulu Akaki is a trained journalist, writer and a social media manager. She loves spoken word, live music performances, photography and is a bookaholic with an addiction for romance novels. She has a phobia of the unknown.
