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I was not created
I was not created
I have heard many arguments or debates on creation and evolution. O! O!! It is a shame that man fail to trace his origin, his beginning but I can tell you what I know about myself, about my beginning and how I was made.
I can vividly remember when I was a child; I used to play in my peaceful, quiet neighborhood with other children. I cannot really tell you my age then or now but from what they told me, I maybe about four or five year old then. I could recall that I welcomed some older children, in my neighborhood, back from school. I watched them in their school uniform and I thought I could someday put on my own school uniform. Then we used to play and enjoy life as kids that had nothing to worry about. I had a younger sister; she was more often under my mother’s care because she was so young to play with us.
I loved my neighborhood until one afternoon when I saw hell. That was when I realized that there is no devil in hell. It is men that are in hell, yes hell is full of confused men because that day there was confusion in my neighborhood as hell broke loose. We heard a blast that brought a new beginning. The war has started, the rebels have attacked and everyone ran for safety. My mother mistakenly picked a broom, in the midst of the confusion. She thought it was one of her two kids. I watched helplessly as my father lifted me and placed me on his bicycle. Then my mother and my little sister joined us. We left our house in a hurry and my parents took nothing expect their two children. After some days, we were in a bush. We lived there until some men on uniform noticed a movement in the bush. They called out, “show your self or we shoot!” my father whispered to my mother to keep us safe so he showed himself to safe us. The men, whom I thought were school men because of their uniform, shot my father. Just then my little sister cried and they came searching for us, so my mother showed her self with the little girl. They reaped my mother, after which they shot her and my little sister. I watched in tears but I did not know what stopped me from crying out, may be it as the fear and shock. They searched for more souls to kill but luckily they did not see me.
I moved on, not knowing where I was going until another man on uniform found me. They trained me as a child solider and I joined the war. I killed without mercy because I was already dead. My rank soon grew and I was among the commanding officers but my fear was that I did not if I fought against those that killed my family or if I was for them. Above all I have killed men, women, and children that I wonder if they could ever forgive me for taken from them what was taken from me. I recall that I dreamed, as kid, that I would wear a uniform some day. It was a school uniform that I longed for but today I wear an army uniform. The truth is that I was not created; it was war that made me. War made me what I am today and I know that war and violent conflict have created people of various kinds. Some were made poor and homeless. Some were made orphans like me. Some had not slept for days and many still live in fear. I daily cry for being the man I am today but I humanity cannot do much to change the situation of the world as can be seen in Africa, Middle East, and other parts of the world. These include the terrorist attacks that have denied most people peace and hope of a new tomorrow. I know that some men have fought and many and still fighting for global peace and unity, in the brotherhood of all mankind. I am counting on them to bring hope to us for one day I hope that I shall go back to the life I love and cherish. The life of living peacefully in my quiet neighborhood.