PRESTON:
I was standing face to face with a war dragon...Not so close but close enough to feel it's breathe and engine roll... As it engineered it's enormous metal on the streets of our deserted estate....It's heavy metal trunk was pointing miraculously to my nostrils...
The thick, smoke filled death tainted air... Began chocking... I didn't run away from my angry neighbors... Just to die here.... My frail legs were numbed by The walk.... It was almost noon but funny we had not seen the sun for a whole week now....
The magnificent paths of and well manicured roadside gardens of my city were now filled with debris of collapsed or collapsing building.... Soldiers from all well known super powers... The UN and African Union were matching religiously from Street to Street.... Some were smoking... Maybe they were relaxing... Some were wiping there tools of workmanship....
By now we had already looted all the loot ables .... Killed one another and we had nothing to loot or kill..... Once in a while BBC Swahili would would brief the situation as perceived...All local stations played our national anthem continuously and repeatedly as if it carried a different meaning from what it was known....
White walls were either stained with blood, soot or bullet holes.... All major roads covered with stones boulders, tires car wrecks and human carcasses.... The city clock that sits magnificently died at 12:17 on October 20....
Frail wails screams and cries had just been so Normal... That you never turned to see who was being killed anymore.... Tired hungry children would be seen crying next to the rotting carcasses of there parents....
Expensive Italian suits were over dressed and started loosing shape and texture.... Those humanly foreign news reporters would be seen giving food aids to those running.... In actuality we were all running.... Running for something or running from something....
Last updates said... All the refugee camps around were filled to the brim... My hopes got lost and I knew.... I was lucky to write the last events before my death.... .I took the left turn towards muindi mbingu Street.... And meet my judgement.... What is your second name they asked... I knew very well not to tie myself to a tribal cocoon.... Before I could answer....
My mother shook me from my slumber....
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