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Submitted to Contest #60
1 The sounds of crying women, kids, and men dying in pain had been running through my mind of late. I cannot shake off this feeling of guilt. I betrayed my ancestors, my tribe, and my father. It has been almost a year and some months after the riot and killings on my Emebu tribe by the then government of the country. I am now a married woman, with a beautiful two-year-old baby boy living in one of the best cities. My husband is a respectable lieutenant, the man who led the army a year back and had my village wiped out by blazing ...
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