OWO KOWO - JEFAL — JEFAL

Can I hear a resounding amen? Dearly beloved, like I have started from the sermon, this is how we round up. You know what the holy scriptures have told us, that we shall not die, but live to declare his glory upon the land. Can I hear an amen? That was the first sound I heard. Raging men with guns blazing mad in confusion. I had seen in movies how victims lie down while guns hissed. I began to preview my whole life. I wondered about my wife. I was just considering how lucky I was to have married her without fuss. I heard her sing a while ago like angels, "O sweet Ave Maria," as the altar boys rang their bells. Yes, the altar boys. My first son, Jude, just got confirmed. He was in a jolly mood, his robe and hood. Just before then came this Robin Hood, all looking hot in balaclavas, holding a unified look of death like brothers. Just then, I caught sight of the crucifix dripping our father's blood. It was as though I was transfixed. What did we do to deserve this rod? It was as though our freedom was jinxed. See, peace right before us in the mud. I can hear him laugh and join every beat of this bloodbath. Oh, he just shot someone. Someone scampering to live somehow. My wife, was that her shout? That that utterance was from my son's mouth. In a brief second, I lifted myself to see. Behold, the lie in this blood sea. Just then, I saw the camouflaged boots. I struggled to get away at miss this fanatic's hoots. And then.