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The little boy sat by the overflowing dumpster wailing. His shrill, small voice, a croaky nuisance adding to the chattering from the market women hawking their goods. He sat slouched against the dumpster amidst the nauseating odors, already used to them. He opened his small mouth, lips cracked from the harmattan wind, his grime-covered face bearing dried tear trails. A small inconspicuous form overlooked by passers-by, clad in dirty rags, dishevelled and tortured by tumultuous pangs of hunger.
His eyes trailed after the buyers who went by with aromas of food tailing them. He blinked tears from his eyes and huddled his knees to himself. His stomach churned in revolt and he squirmed, suffering. A child laughed, a bright warm giggle that caught his attention. The boy was not much older than he was, a fat kid wearing the best clothes. The boy’s black shoes gleamed a catchy silver in the afternoon sun as he bubbled cheerily about his mother, holding on to her skirt.
A tear escaped and trickled down the starving child's cheek. Dreadful memories from a silent night blurred his vision. Memories of his mother passing away in his arms, on a quiet night in the still moonlight, in a dilapidated building. Since then he had been all alone, left to fend for himself and live off the scraps from the local dogs. He let his eyes roam to the gossiping women in their stalls, basking in dusty kiosks amidst filth, attending to bargaining buyers. He gulped, he wished someone would toss him a morsel. The old woman that sold fried fish under the baobab tree had not come today. She usually gave him a stick of fish.
In one of the farthest stalls, a mocking laughter rung out. He knew the voice too well, He cringed with disgust. She was called Mama Vera. A robust pugnacious woman, infamous for her uncouth demeanor. She was abusing another customer again, beating her heavy chest loudly and gesticulating as she rained a tirade of curses. The poor victim was a much younger and smaller woman, visibly intimidated by this manly excuse for a woman.
"Foolish woman! Do you know how much we buy a cup of Garri these days!" Mama Vera screamed, face flushed, eyes beady and veins on her forehead protruding, making her resemble a demonic depiction. Everyone around her cowered. The neighbouring market women whispered and muttered, cautious not to draw her attention.
"Get out of my shop!" She screamed as she flung an arm to point the way, simultaneously shaving a small sack of Garri and causing it to tilt slowly but surely. The starving child focused on the food stuff while the woman went on in her fury. The content of the sack began to spill, a small trickle Garri began pouring to the ground.
His heart lurched in joy! Quickly he scampered to his feet and rushed to it, ducking low amidst the growing crowd that had begun to surface, witnessing Mama Vera's scene. He got to the pouring sack which had formed small heap of Garri on the ground below. He squatted over it, teary with joy and helped himself to handfuls, stuffing gritty flakes into his mouth...
"THIEF O! THIEF O!" A provocative scream rended the air frightening him and making him jump back in shock and into the waiting arms of Mama Vera. Her grip closed around the scruff of his shirt like a vice and her other iron hand yanked him into the air.
"I WILL KILL YOU TODAY!" She spat into his face as her blinding slap met with his face eliciting a shrill yelp from him and stream of tears begun to stream from his eyes. Her powerful hands tousled him before slamming him down hard on the stony ground and heavy slaps rained on him at shocking speeds, leaving him in a state of pain and shock. The scowling faces that begun to gather all around him and those talkative lips that rained derogatory remarks on him, unaware of what was coming next, frightened and dismayed, his face swollen in different areas.
Mama Vera handed him over to the local ruffians. School dropouts and jobless youth that dominated the market as vigilantes, extorting from the market women on a daily basis, weapons for hire. No sooner than later, the child was being dragged in the dusty roads, his wails had now turn into full-blown screams, begging for mercy. The ruffians ripped off his rags and splayed him naked in the street. The market women had left the stalls to bear witness to the evil that happening, excited to be a part of an unusual event. Passers-by also gathered too, sympathetic faces and apathetic faces alike watched silently.
The starving child trembled in fear, weak and exhausted from the commotion, grimacing in pain. The ruffian leader fetched an old tire and slung it over the child's head. Realization hit the little boy like a sledgehammer, he had witnessed one of these events before..
Impulsively, he started screaming, shuddering in horror of what was about to happen to him. The ruffians flogged him with their whips in their bid to shut him up. The first lash tore across his back, leaving a burning trail and causing him to empty his bladder, his urine caked the earth under him and he writhed and squirmed in it, reacting to the burning pain. More lashes racked all over him, bruising him, leaving blisters on him and causing him to scream even louder. Somewhere in the crowd, he could still hear Mama Vera taunting the ruffians, urging them to finish him up! "That is how he has been stealing my goods, Kill HIM!"
Then acrid streams doused him, its fumes dispersing in the air. The child knew the smell well and he had seen what it could do to human flesh and now it covered him from head to toe. His worst nightmare happening right before his eyes. He said a little prayer in his head and he screamed again. A ruffian gagged him and then the crowd backed from the writhing child as the leader flicked on a lighter. The child watched, dazed as the young man approached him with his death sentence, wishing he could turn into thin air...
Then a familiar but jarring siren invaded the atmosphere. As quickly as the bustling crowds had gathered, they began to disperse, fleeing in all directions. The ruffians raced from the scene and so did Mama Vera, abandoning the goods she had been crooning about. The starving child laid there, bundled, sore and bruised, but utterly grateful, knowing he had escaped the clutches of death by a strand...
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AUTHORS NOTE:
Most children like the one in this story are not as lucky. It is heart rendering to confirm that these incidents are real and still happen in most African countries. This story is based an event that happened three years ago in the southern state of Nigeria,, Akwa Ibom. A girl was publicly killed for stealing some money to buy herself a meal.
Sometimes, the police interferes and manages to rescue victims from the mobs and some other times, abandoned and starving children, men and women are burnt in public like common animals. Jungle justice is also accepted in some cultures, being eminent in most primitive norms.
Sadly, the victims of this justice are usually homeless children, men and women alike, distraught and displaced with no skill or family nearby and are sometimes refugees from neighbouring countries.
Also, crimes such as theft has been deemed punishable this way.
A Teenager Burnt Publicly For Stealing A Phone
Reference Read: https://www.google.com.ng/amp/s/www.informationng.com/2016/11/7-year-old-boy-lynched-lagos-stealing-garri.html/amp
A Man Burnt Publicly For Stealing A Motorcycle
Reference Read: http://www.naijaloaded.com.ng/others/man-burnt-ashes-stealing-motorcycle-akwa-ibom
I stand against Jungle Justice. I know human beings are most times driven to the edge by economic crisis and other forms of strife but taking life to correct one's wrong is inhumane. Far worse it is, when human life is taken to correct petty wrongs.
This piece is aimed at creating awareness AND TO provoke adequate measures that will curb these occurrences.
I Also want to Thank @raj808 and @promo-mentors for helping me workshop this post.
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I respect you dearly for your writing skills.
Jungle Justice is the order of the day in third world countries. When i read about the brutal killing of that child, i did cry.
Thank you for bringing this topic here, i join you to speak against Jungle Justice.
Keep it up,ma @rachelrick
Thank you for reading through and standing against this evil. Spread the awareness
As I was reading the blog i hoped that somehow this is not real..not nowadays!!! I have no words to express the utter disgust that such inhuman behavior brings !! This is not jungle rule this is worse then that! We are rational humans, I tend to believe, but this..this is just utter violence and inhuman behavior!! Your blog definitely brings awareness, as it is truly something disturbing..
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Jungle justice is just simply inhuman, no matter how right people think it is. This post was wonderful @rachelrick
My thoughts too. Thank you for reading through
I’ve been sitting here with my comment box open completely unsure of what to say. Your writing is absolutely beautiful but I’m just speechless on how to react. Heart breaking to say the least.
Resteemed.
Thank you for reading. I didn't know how to react too when i found these pictures. It left me speechless.
Your writing is wonderful but the pictures are chilling
These are events you wouldn't believe if you were told. It saddens me
I feel bad for what happens unfortunately and I hope that the good will happen and not that
I felt very sad looking at those picutres @rachelrick
so did i. Thank you for reading through
Hmmmmmmn, it got to me, the incident was really unfortunate.
Love the way you surfaced this story... Great writer you are!
Mehnnnn, in most of the countries today, jungle justice had become the order of the day. And I have wondered what will be the fate of our next generation if this ugly menace continues..
My sympathy to those victims.
Very artistic and excellently written.
It's only in Nigeria that you would see all this Shit happen. May his soul rest in peace.. Nice write up.
Thank you dear and thanks for reading
I found your post, your writing is great. Jungle justice is something that I hope we will over come in Nigeria. It is just sad...
Dante is here, No FearThank you. I hope with increasing awareness, it can be eradicated
Its painful to other humans appear adamant to others feelings when it comes to injustice, indeed you have done justice to this post..respect @rachelrick
Thanks for reading through
It's surprising how a woman who knows the pain of labor would hand over to hoodlums a boy who his probably her son's mate and watch him being tortured and finally sentenced to the most tormenting death
A woman who has lost her humanity. People are so full of hate these days and they go to great lengths to have their flawed sense of justice
Very annoying
Nice one👏
Thanks for reading
It's only in Nigeria that you would see all this Shit happen. May his soul rest in peace.. Nice write up.
Thanks for reading
Jungle justice has never been a solution
And it never will be. Thank you for reading
Absolutely right @rachelrick. It is wrong and awful that the mob mentality should be allowed to rule. Your story is heartfelt and the descriptions vivid and shocking which is what is needed to get through to people sometimes. Good on you for highlighting these things and raising your voice against such practices. 👍
Thank you for reading. Voicing out these events should provoke measures to be taken against them
Wow.. Really touching.. Sounds so real even though its a fictional write up.. Thumbs up
Thank you dear. Spread the awareness
When I read your writing I liked a lot and I commend you for your skill in that
We have the most of them
I try to help them as much as possible
That's horrible to hear. Which Country is that
We have in Algeria
That was horrifying and painful. I've read about such things, but to read about it in raw, graphic detail is so heart-wrenching. Thank you for sharing this, to bring awareness to this atrocity.
Thank you for reading. It is true and still happening
I had to read this posts twice to ensure I got it right. It's unbelievable that nowadays this atrocities still happen. No one has the right to take another life, no matter the circumstances. We are worse than any species that ever lived on this planet.
I don't care if they committed crimes. but killing them is Justin barbaric and makes us no better from animals
This. is. horrifying. But I'm glad I read it. Thank you for educating.
Thank you for reading. I'm glad i shared
This was such a heart wrenching story. I cant believe this is happening out there. Jungle justice. What a term that accurate describes what's occurring. Thanks for sharing their stories
Jesus...