Titled- THE UNTOLD
Little Babatunde had a face so innocent and attractive but if
you looked closely you could see his lips tightened, eyes
flinched as his mind recalled the extremities he had to go
through at such a young age.
Snatched from the street were he thought he was safe,
chained and put at the back of a truck with other children of
his age bracket who he layer found out shared the same
fate with him.
As this new journey in his life commenced surrounded by
strangers, he had realized calling and crying out for his
parents was futile, they were long gone too far away to hear
his weakened voice, his timid mind finding it hard to adapt
to his new niche. He woke up to hear who he had figured
out to be his captor having a conversation about how the
rest of the journey must be continued in a ship over the
ocean..... His heart beat faster.... He wondered if they
planned to drown him.
A few days or weeks had passed, he wasn't sure anymore...
It had been a while since he was sunlight bhu he got a
chance when the abducted children including him were
moved from the back of the truck into a bungalow sized
container, the type he used to see on TV in the shipping
He could hear the commotion outside, there was panic in
the container, helicopters could be heard hovering, gunshot
fire cut through the air....a man's voice giving instructions
over the megaphone commanding the captors to surrender.
The doors were forcefully opened, the children cowered at
the corner in fear of what was about to happen next, instead
the sunrays hit their eyes and out of the shadows came men
dressed in uniform wearing smiles and badges.
At the moment the extinguished flame of hope in Babatunde
's eye once again burned.