Tragedy struck!


It took her a moment, but eventually, the fog cleared.


She stood there, stupefied and unable to move. Her mind felt numb. Her mouth was hanging open, although she wasn't aware of it. Her face was twisted in fear, panic and disbelief.


Slowly, the noises started to return. She heard the screams and the shouts of fleeing youths, of running feet, of body bumping into one another. 


She heard the report of rifle blasts, of the crack, crack of gunshots.


With the sound, came the sights. Her brain finally getting the information through to her.

She saw faces masked with fear, panic and disbelief. She saw the protesters as they ran for dear life. All around her, they were running. Some stumbled and fell. Some were fell with the impacts of a bullets piecing through their tender flesh. 


There was pandemonium. She finally got a hold of herself. Someone jostled her, another one spun her. She found herself now facing towards the soldiers. She saw him in his khaki, in all of his full glory. 


"This must be a nightmare. It must be my dream." she thought helplessly. She knew it wasn't so. This was real. This was happening. Soldiers were shooting at peaceful protesters.


She saw one of the soldiers level his rifle at her. She felt her hands going up with the flag; green white green. It swayed in the air with pride. She took a little comfort in it. 

"He won't shoot me. I am holding the flag," the thought comforted her. She started to relax, to believe, to hope, to have faith and to trust. 


Then she saw the muzzle flash. At the same time she felt the bullet punch through her gut. The impact causing her to danced back a step. Then her knees gave, she felt herself falling to the floor. She touched her stomach and felt the warm blood gushing out of her. She squeezed her face in disbelief, and then confusion. 


She looked down at her stomach, saw the blood flowing freely, staining that perfect flag - a source of great pride and security - then, she looked up at the soldier in confusion, to ask him why, but he was already gone. He had moved on. She no longer mattered. She was one less problem to bother about. 


She lay sprawled on the floor. It was eerily peaceful. She looked up at the night sky, feeling life draining out of her. Then her eyes went glassy, and just like that, Adenike was no longer there. 


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