Anaji was the concentration camp, where it all began. It was a war I had never seen before. Every hour I lay on my bed, trying to escape the plans of the enemy. Day by day, I dreamt of the wounded shrapnels, happily dancing on the coarse battlefronts.

           Welcome to the year 2009. A year grimly painted with blood by the hands of fate. It was the holocaust of self esteem, it was the murder of confidence, it was the war of hypocrisy, it was the crucifixion of souls, it was the extermination of life, it was the fame of persecution. This time, of which I, Allan Strong choked in. I was burnt at the stake. Day by day, I lingered in this unforbidden darkness, walking in the shadow of the guillotine. Yes, during this time, I witnessed my reputation defaced by the acid of criticism. Maimed…blamed…framed, I was as destroyed as a broken fort. What is the purpose for which I write all this? Ah! I’m coming to that.

There were two gargoils responsible for this megahorrible sobibor, loose cannons of insanity that reddened the sky. One man and one woman. I didn’t know their names, all I knew was that they were two demons with the hellish, black excuse of skin, stretched all over them.

The man, an assassin of pride, the boastfulness of sin, always swung his chest against hte wind when walking. I’m very sure he did this to prove he was the bully of peace, so did his upsprung body. Ah! yes, I remember nothing more than his cannonish head shaped like distrurbance, in which snarled his two militant bombs.

Eyes! murderous eyes of Hitler which hid for cover in two circular trenches. No! they were bombs not eyes!

The wonman…my! She was an ancestor of capital NASTY. She had malignant laughter like a witch. It’s aftermath was a gleeful smile seen on her wrinkled mountain range of a face when she sucked my blood. With that lethal, atomic story in their hands, they recruited axis allies to help destroy my mind like waiting Hiroshima and my soul as sleeping Nagasaki. Together, they were an armada of reprehension.

They brutalized me fatally with their demonic silence and thrashing comments. My house was my secret annex but just like Anne Frank even their laughter; evil laughter, the laughter of doom, crept through the walls of my abode. I had nowhere to hide!

Instead the novel of reprehension plunged me into ghettos, where my self confidence was shot. Compelled to make an evil march;(the march of death). I unfortunately

made it to defeat’s Bergenbelsen camp where I was injected with the ruthless poison known as “inferiority complex” My pulse…slowing down. My hopes and aspirations, now like dead white cells before me.

I was crippled, my gait destroyed. Anaji became a den of Kristellnachts and I was a Kristellnachtian. As if my fate couldn’t get any worse, it was reigning with hate. Very soon, Allan became the celebrity of shame and the spectacle of hate to everyone! My righteousness, cut off like my two hands, peace, sliced off like my pitiful, two legs by the sword of persecution. I was maimed…beheaded…framed and blamed. Someone, please take me to holocaust heaven, where I’d be blinded from seeing all those corpses on the ground, victims of scandalism just like me.

Someone take me to holocaust heaven! Where my freedom runs wild like a child. A land that gives me the golden gift of forgetfulness to displace the history of my decaputated image.

                                                                           By Kakraba Afful