March Contest

Barren Pasture

I stood on a long queue, maybe I was the one thousand and one person, I don’t know how long the queue was, but I knew that each of us had chains cuffed around our hands. And that queue was a long way to been sold.

My mother back home would proudly tie her wrapper loosed so she could swing her arms around it and walk majestically, while singing to everyone who has ears, “My precious son, Chima has travelled abroad.”

She would never know that I am standing on a long queue to be sold for four hundred dollar.


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