Here's is my entry. Thanks for this wonderdul opportunity.
In the village of Anambra, not a day passed without a white man coming to take some of the kids away. My parents were scared out of their wits that I may fall victim to such vility, so they tucked me far away in a distant house. The house was fairly dilapidated with unsavory scars etched all over it. Sometimes when it rained it would seep through it and i would be made to stay up all night. Other days when the sun scorched so hard, it felt like the building would crumble down onto my head so I'd stay outside and watch on as my heart sunk into my belly. It wasnt until the white man finally lost the mantle of leadership to the Anambra people that my parents came to get me. When they came, I wore a saggy old sleeve matted with dirt. My daddy handed me a small rock-like fruit which i couldnt name, and told me we were free. I bit into its hardness and allowed the dryness of the day dissipate from my face as freedom lit up a fiery confidence in me.
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