I fell to my knees, buried my face in my hands. I knew the bible spoke about the spirit of boldness, i knew its 66 books, word for word but i only had the head knowledge. Now i understood what it meant when it said; "The letters kills but the spirit gives life." I knew the word but i never knew the author and right now i need him most. Still frightened, i heard a whisper; DNT BE SCARED, COME. I turned around and discovered it was that little boy. Still shivering, i walked over to his grave. He told not to be scared. We began to interact and i discovered that the grave is the richest place ever on earth. Harry, my newest dead friend who was 8yrs told me about his death. He died a natural death while sleeping. He shared his dreams and life visions with me. I couldn't help but shed tears. Harry longed to become a doctor; an ophthalmologist. Harry was very intelligent. I discovered that he was a born-leader. He had great ambitions. He was from a poor family. I sat speechless and stared into harry's eyes i saw something rolling down. It was tears. He told me something that i wont forget so soon; "Many men are buried with their dreams.".. I wept heavily. I remembered david, he too had dreams but died with it. Harry, looked at me and asked me some questions that i couldn't answer. All i could do was pick up myself from his grave, dusted myself and headed back to the portal leading back to the Land of the living. That was the only way to answer his questions because i discovered i really had no answers. These were the questions he asked me;"Lucky, what are your dreams? What are your visions? Have you achieved any? What are you doing about them? What are your goals for living? Have you found what is worth dying for? " He then said; "I wish i am alive. Lucky, You are lucky."... Am still thinking about those questions.

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One evening, I was alone on the swing with the cool breeze blowing my direction. I was deep in thoughts; I had just lost my two close friends: David and Daniella. Their dad's car had an accident on their way to my house on my birthday. Its been a week now but its still fresh in my memory. David was my age mate but he was a visionary person. He lived a determined life, He once told me that one day he'll become the famous entrepreneur ever lived. Through out our secondary/tertiary institutions he had always been top of the class. He knew better than some of our teachers. He was smart. Deep in my thoughts, i felt something wet on my cheeks; it was tears. I was sobbing. It was to hard to bear. I felt my heart was cracking. I couldn't hold back the hurt so i decided to visit my Friends in the Land of the dead. I arrived at the portal to the Land of the dead, it opened to me of its own accord. With tears in my eyes i cried out; "David!! Daniella!!" but there was no response. It was dark and silent..Geez i was dead scared. I walked around the graves frightened, i saw something on a grave; It was a little boy of about 8yrs in spirit form sitting on his grave staring right at me. "My God!!! I am scared" i whispered. I was shocked and scared that i froze and stode still. Amazingly, this little boy smiled at me and bid me to come. Ah... It worsen the whole issue, now i began to wish i had not entered the portal. I turned around to run away then i discovered something scary; there were many spirits right on their graves too. I think i woke them up with my footsteps... Now i am really scared...
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Something seemed odd about one of the Militants; His face was oblong, pointed noise, round mouth, dark in complexion, dark afro hair, slim in weight, He looked just like Titi, my younger sister. From a distance, i watched that particular militant. Geeez IT WAS MY DAD.
"Was i to shout?", "should i scream?", "Should i run to daddy", Lots of thoughts flipped through my mind. The last time i saw my dad was at age 5. My dad was a sweet loving and kind man. He was the kind everykid wanted as a father until one day he fought with my mom and he left the house that night and never returned. My late little sisters didn't know much about him. My mom made us believed that he died during the last raid of The militants(which was a day after he left). I began to wonder what on earth could make my dad join this bunch of heartless cultists. My dad wasn't that of person OR maybe I don't know my dad too well.
I still maintained my position in shock. I hid myself carefully in the bush still deliberating if i should reveal myself since my dad was one of the Militants(I still had faith in him). After several minutes, our house was completely burnt down and the Militants were about leaving to The next house. I then decided to come out of my hiding place and reveal myself. Just as i was trying to find my way out of the bush, I overheard my dad saying something to the other militants. Immediately, I freezed with my mouth and eyes widely open at the same time.
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"Ahhhhhh, I am a great fool, i am the worst brother that life can offer". I have made the greatest mistake ever. The Militants got to our house, broke our door inorder to get in(am in tears right now). They ransacked our house, searched everywhere looking for residents of the house but couldnt find anyone. The. Militant thought there was no one in the House, so they burnt it down with my sisters obediently still hidding in the ceiling. They never made any sound. My sisters were burnt to death right in my eyes. I stood speechless, confused. I couldnt save my sisters whom i promised never to let anything happen to. I fell on my knees with my hands on my head and wept. I wished i never gave them a promise i couldnt keep. I sat down with tears rolling down my cheeks and watched as the Militants stood and made sure that everything was burnt to ashes. I watched as the heartless beasts(The militants) went further to set our livestock on Fire but Something seemed odd about one of the Militants; His face was oblong, pointed noise, round mouth, dark in complexion, dark afro hair, slim in weight, He looked just like Titi, my younger sister. From a distance, i watched that particular militant. Geeez IT WAS MY DAD.
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Thnks @daniel, joaned..
Thnks for d encouragemnt sirs

"where is oyinbe? " i asked. "she is in the ceiling too, she's scared to jump" kiti replied. I quickly climbed the ceiling and brought down my baby sister. There were dirts all over their bodies. They had climbed the ceiling using our father's ladder. Our dad had a ladder which he never borrowed to anyone. He claimed it was passed down by his forefathers.
I was deeply in thoughts about our mom, i never wanted anything to happen to her out their. She was all we have. As kids, we never knew much of a father's love. Our mom never remarried. "I need to search for mama" i told my sisters. At that moment, i could see fear in their eyes, they don't want anything to happen to me, they wanted me to stay with them just like i wanted the same from my mom. My sisters began to cry, i felt for them but what if our mother needed me at that very moment. "I will be back, and i will never let anything happen to you" I promised them(i meant my words but little did i know i will fail them)..
I hid my sisters in the ceiling and instructed them not to make a noise or scream or move or anything. After making sure that my sisters were well hidden, i jumped down and ran to the door. I opened it gently such that it won't make funny sounds. The Militants were blocks away from our house, i could see them. I was dead scarced but i couldn't resist finding our mom. I searched everywhere i looking for our mom,the militants were almost at our house and still yet i haven't found her.
I was very sure my little sisters were well hidden and safe but what i wasn't sure about was why the Militants were burning down some house. I initially thought they were burning the houses at random but i was very wrong. I was Surprised when i realised that; they burn down any house they find no occupants....
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am sorry if there errors,i didnt recheck

tnks daniel
...i will post d continution later tommorow