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Child Soldiers: WaW
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- Phantom House Books NGR
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- Feb 20, 2014
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- 9781310605529
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Child Soldiers relives the wars of Africa through the eyes of the children to find out what it takes to lose an arm to a grenade, to a stray bullet, or to the man with the axe. How much it costs to betray your emotions and kill a friend, kill a foe, kill a close ally, or kill your own father.
Luke Weldon visits Africa on a holiday trip to write a short paper on children his age in Africa. A leisure trip that ends after being abducted by the LRA to a notorious rebel camp. Luke is locked in a cage with some other children but soon wins the heart of another abducted child, the hard-nosed local girl, Junta Utakpa. In a few days, Luke and Junta attempt the ultimate escape from the camp. But, there was one problem. A very huge problem. The Axe Man was the only way in and out of the rebel camp. If they truly wanted to escape, they both had to face him head on.
Informazioni sul libro
Child Soldiers: WaW
Descrizione
Child Soldiers relives the wars of Africa through the eyes of the children to find out what it takes to lose an arm to a grenade, to a stray bullet, or to the man with the axe. How much it costs to betray your emotions and kill a friend, kill a foe, kill a close ally, or kill your own father.
Luke Weldon visits Africa on a holiday trip to write a short paper on children his age in Africa. A leisure trip that ends after being abducted by the LRA to a notorious rebel camp. Luke is locked in a cage with some other children but soon wins the heart of another abducted child, the hard-nosed local girl, Junta Utakpa. In a few days, Luke and Junta attempt the ultimate escape from the camp. But, there was one problem. A very huge problem. The Axe Man was the only way in and out of the rebel camp. If they truly wanted to escape, they both had to face him head on.
- Editore:
- Phantom House Books NGR
- Pubblicato:
- Feb 20, 2014
- ISBN:
- 9781310605529
- Formato:
- Libro
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In February 2007,
58 countries came together in Paris to do one thing for their children. They gathered to sign one document. A very meaningful and sensitive document, it was. A document so meaningful, it was to make certain children all around the world weren’t dragged from the peace and shelter of their homes to fight a war in the bushes. Wars they never started. Yet, that same document was also so sensitive that once each country signed it, none of the countries who signed it would know peace until their deed was done and their oaths fulfilled. We refer to the document by one name: The PARIS COMMITMENT.
Years have passed since these countries signed it, and as was suspected, none of these countries have known peace since then. A new type of war had started in the world. It was the war against war crimes and terror mongers, a war literally trying to rip the commitment apart. However no continent pays a steeper price for war than Africa herself.
War against War crimes
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the paris commitment |the axe man | the au summit | inside the bushes of uganda | the roundhead professor | child soldiers | holiday trip | africa | peace talks | langia mountains | kidnapped | the big bad boom | taken! | the lra | recovery ward c | jok | mbuzi | punitive action | hands and feet | white and different | trade | property of the lra | snafu | belly of the beast | company of fools | war zone | money is an ally | head count | reunion
Nobody really knew who he was. The man with the axe. The man with no weaknesses. The man with no face. Not one friend. No enemies too. Maybe if he had one, he’d be more relatable. Everyone in the camp knew him as the Axe man. The man called upon by the general to punish the children who tried to desert the rebel camp. No one knew who the Axe man really was because he always wore a grotesque paper mask across his face whenever he was summoned by the general to do his dirty business. He could have been anybody, so no one was foolish enough to attempt a clumsy thing as escape from the rebel camp. Everyone who had ever attempted to get away, never really got very far. Only as far as the man owning the hands and feet would allow.
At the rebel camp, everybody’s hands and feet were on loan. All hands and feet belonged to the Axe man. Any misuse of your limbs and off they went. Anyone that needed to leave the camp so badly had to square it off with the Axe man. Not one person, who ever looked into his bloodshot eyes, had their limbs, fingers, or toes intact. It was the general’s way of dealing with deserters and soldiers too chicken to fight or stupid enough to flee in search of their former homes. The camp was everyone’s home now.
Besides it wasn’t only a painful, bloodletting, and gut-wrenching experience to have your limbs hacked off your body like a lumber jack hacks off branches from a tree trunk. For 11 year old boys like Luke Weldon, it was the absolute trauma.
You leave me alone, pig!
Luke screamed at the top of his voice as the axe man grabbed him by the legs and pulled him to the floor, but Luke turned around faster than the tall man could wrestle the 11 year old over his shoulder, and poked the axe man in the eye through his paper mask—both eyes with just two fingers!
My eye!
the axe man yelped as Luke tried to make a quick getaway. But this time, Luke was a second too slow. The Axe man grappled Luke’s roped hands and threw Luke forcefully by a bloody tree stump. It was the tree stump for chopping off hands and feet. Luke’s head hit the stump and for a second or two almost didn’t recognize where he was, neither could he hear the bombings or the warring anymore. The only thing he felt was the pitter-patter of rain falling.
The Axe man angrily shoved Luke’s face into the mud, and when the boy refused to fight back he set Luke’s roped hands right over the tree stump, and then took a moment to breathe in and breathe out. He lifted his axe, aimed twice for Luke’s wrists, and bang!!
Luke screamed louder than he had ever screamed in his life. There was blood everywhere. How in all the world did he end up being stuck in the middle of a vicious war in Africa?
Abuja. Nigeria. The Intercontinental Forum on Armed Groups as to the Collective Involvement of Children in armed conflicts. The African Union Building, Garki, West Africa.
The representatives at the African Union Building are talkers. They chatter like parrots. Yet, these are very important parrots. These important parrots are our leaders and are majorly responsible for the peace on the continent and the wars as well. So, whatever they sat down and discussed was bound to affect you and I much later in life, whether we liked it or not. And today, in fact, was an unpleasant day for all of them. A very unpleasant day. Nobody was happy with what seemingly continued unabated, a scourge and eye-sore to the continent herself, so it seemed all the delegates at today’s meeting were desperate for change. Everybody had something to say. Or share.
This is no hall for fights!
the Diplomat for Togo yelled in French but had to repeat himself several times in English before everyone in the auditorium stopped their chit-chatter. Or bickering. An auditorium was a large meeting hall.
Good,
the old French man said and cleared his throat, now that the auditorium was quiet. He had almost lost his voice trying to call everyone to order, so he took a sip off the glass of water he had with him. Everyone had their own opinion of the current events, but he wasn’t going to condone a lot of noise today. There was a lot to discuss over this growing problem.
The Togolese representative pointed his gavel at the young Nigerian culprit responsible for all the bickering and chattering, Mr. Okeme, now that the auditorium is back to normal, I urge you to refrain from transferring blame. Remember, whatever we say here is most likely to be on the news. It won’t sit well for us if what you said is printed in the newspapers tomorrow, or is carried by CNN, or the BBC on worldwide television! God knows, we have enough on our plate already!
Forgive me, Mr. Speaker. But the use of our children as soldiers disturbs me a lot. I am, after all, a Rights activist,
Mr. Dudu Okeme apologized to the Togolese diplomat. The Togolese diplomat was also the speaker of the AU, which is only a big shot name for the big shot representative charged with the responsibility of being most committed to the African Union’s goal for that year.
Mr. Dudu Okeme was an honest man and his apology sounded sincere, so the old Togolese diplomat didn’t go upset.
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