'19' Last Days Of Being a Teenager |Memoir

ENDSARS

You can here we go kill all the youths for Lekki—20-10-20—Burnaboy

I wake up on my Nineteenth birthday from  a nightmare of gunshots and massacre, panic and chaos. My chest is pounding my heart is racing. I look around my room to remind myself the gunshots can't reach here. But am I right to think so?—I'm sweating.

Over the last week, bullets have been raining, gunshots echoing. I'm scared. Bitter. Angry. So angry. At some point, I began questioning God. In all his power and might, why such evil was permitted. How is it a crime to demand to live as a modern man? Rather it's normal to be seen as sheep and cattle.

It's my birthday on the 26th, six days after the "Lekki tollgate massacre". And it's not a happy one.
I don't why exactly I am sad. Could it be the lives lost, the grieving family members of the young ones who were gunned down or survivors guilt eating me up.

"They were there for me, I should've been there for them, I should have been there. I could have done something, I could have saved someone".

I don't expect a cake today, but if I am surprised with one before I blow the candles out, I'd wish one thing only, peace.
Peace For the lives lost. For their mourning families. For my country,
For myself.

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