First Friday February

Its just as it were but yesterday, i can hear the same sound that rythms my heart, the outer silence and the fear of the unknown. The long peroid of silence was broken by a knock at the door of my room, quite unusual because it was midnight, "young lad" the voice said, here is no cause to be afraid, make haste and come to me.

In the innocency of my heart, i followed in fear...walking through the door with strange feelings and words which can't be uttered. The theme and sense quickly transited to that of a solemn feast with myself to bear the burden of the dead.
I was tied together with other kids, some of whom i could recognised, being preinformed that we should'nt talk, we exchanged greetings with a look of fear.
Tied with some traditional instruments, we were to walk round the lonley street at night, humming musics which came to our minds all in the name of appeasing the dead. Soon the silence was broken with a cry from behind, i saw him yes i did...break the bonds free and let them loose. The town is in a tumult as the dead lays still in the grave beyond. Good friend he said there is no cause to fear.

He quickly brought out a knife, and thurst it into our sides, we were left to bleed to death and to awaken in a silent room.
Where am i, that was the last word i heard.

ABOUT THE WRITEUP
many innocent lives of African children has been put to this confusion, they are being forcefully used as substrate for traditional worships and practices which is against their own will and it ends up creating a sense of fear and a bad memory in them. Help enlight and free the world of these Evil practices