His knife plunged into the soldier before he limped to the back of the house. The federal forces were closer than they had thought. Onitcha had fallen, Aba would fall. The sun would never rise.
He heard it, a baby’s cry. Boots hugged the ground as he stumbled towards it. He saw the baby. The mother lay bloodied nearby. He felt her pulse. Faint.
”Kedu aha ya? What’s its name?”
”Onwero aha. The child has no name,” the woman whispered, eyelids fluttering.
He sighed. A child with no name. A child with no chance. A child with no future…
By Samuel Ogechukwu Emmanuel
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