The Painful Death of a brother; war has no victors

In war, whichever side may call itself victors, there are no winners but all are losers.
_{Naville Chamberlein}

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In the voice of the dying brother;

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I have been murdered by the people who know me very well and don't know what I have done to them but Allah(God) knows best.

I use to think that I'll help keep Bimbilla peaceful by my words. I used to hope that with my efforts the children of Bimbilla could be great and powerful future leaders and this remained my priority even in the dying embers of my last breath.

I wish I could stay long enough to prove my innocence. I have spent a lot of years studying the laws of my land but ended up as someone who knew nothing about the land. I lost my humble life as a subject to lawlessness.

Even in this conflict I never knew how to pull a catapult not to talk of shooting a gun 🔫 but here I lie, my humble life has been wasted with a gunshot. But I was not killed in the battle front. Oh God, why did I not know? Why didn't I bid farewell to my pregnant wife, kids and the family when I was going out to sit with friends and neighbors?
I thought I was just going to sit and relax till bed time and I will return and sleep on my bed like I always did.

Why didn't I tell mom that I was not returning home anymore? Why didn't I tell my coworkers l was going out for my last breath?
How could the land I toiled so hard for shed my life so gruesomely. The help I was offering tirelessly to the land didn't save me from the wickedness of man. How sorrowful my ending was.

When they stood to pull the trigger my humble life didn't mean anything to them. At least I am leaving as a wounded son of the sun ☀
Never to shine again till all brutality and injustice sink with me.

Bye bye ;👋
to the world of crook brutes
to injustice and unfairness
to the land that shed the blood of devoted son
to you who share the pain and has tears welled up in your eyes
to all my hopes and desires unfulfilled
to the land that raised me and caused my sink in the schools of the sea 🌊

Please stop crying but remember to narrate my story to my children but inform them not to retaliate. Tell them I was smiling to my last breath. Tell them I died serving as a sacrifice for a lasting peace to come to our land.

Dear friends and family leave my murderers alone. Do not think of retaliation on my behalf. Do not let my death go in vain, let it serve as the foundation on which a lasting peace is built. I am now at the place of abundant peace. But one thing is certain, the ground is not congested my murderers will soon join me here. Everyone is going to come so don't cry anymore.

Just remember me in prayers and leave the rest to God. I have made my peace!