Arinze

This is the story of a boy called Arinze.
Arinze had a life, he had a mother that loved him. One day Arinze left home to a nearby store so he could buy tomatoes for his mom.. Arinze was like that; a kind loving boy, he would help his mother cook, he would help her wash. He was not a perfect boy for often times as is normal with all humans he would get irritated and quarrel with his mother over things like: why he hadn't washed his clothes or cleaned his room as was common with kids his age. But what set Arinze apart from his mates was the fact that he always felt contrite and ashamed of himself after. He would never be happy or play with his friends until he had made things better with his mother. He would wash his clothes and clean up whatever mess that was the cause of the quarrel, then he would go to his mom and never leave her side until he was sure she was unhappy no longer.
Arinze was the kind of son every mother wished she had. For as long as he could remember Arinze had nobody but his mother, he didn't know his father who took off the minute he heard his longtime girlfriend was pregnant with his child, but Arinze never felt alone or the need to have a father because he knew the lengths his mother went to make sure he lacked nothing. His mother came home one day with a stricken look on her face, concerned as he always was about her, he asked her why she looked like that for her to tell him how two of her colleagues who were staunch supporters of the Biafran movement were shot dead in a violent riot, as she told him this she couldn't help but feel fear toward her only child, her only family remaining, but for unknown reasons she didn't voice her concerns, she couldn't think of anything happening to him. One day Arinze left home to buy tomatoes for his mother, the moment he left, his mother heard news of a violent exchange between Biafran agitators and the Nigeria police force in the nearby street, panic gripped her heart as she prayed with all her heart, mind and might to every god in the universe that nothing happened to her son, with every passing minute and hour her stomach tensed as she waited in futility for her darling boy to come home.
One day Arinze went to a nearby store to buy tomatoes for his mother and never came back.



Violence is not the answer. Never was, never will be.
SAY NO TO VIOLENCE!! SAY NO TO KILLING!!!