THE WHITE HORSE PLAIN WAR chapter one

chapter 1( abstract A)
         That morning, after the prayers, greeted my parents as usual,after a while, my mom asked me to get dressed up that we will be travelling together to a place, there was so much excitement that I did not ask where we were going to, I have always been in the house and this was an opportunity to explore, I had friends other than my siblings. So I got prepared, I was about nine years of age then, we entered a taxi from Batou to Kwalufe.As we travelled I concentrated most times on the trees by the side of the road and the hamlets we came across.
         When we finally arrived at Kwalufe, I saw so many thatched houses,that was my first time of seeing a thatch roof and huts, I was excited, I saw the journey as an adventure,we walked down to a place named Agwa-tiv, were two major tribes lived only separated by an untarred road, I only saw a building roofed with zinc at the left side on the road before turning right. I saw of children of my age both older and younger wearing pants and playing up and down streets and feeling comfortable in it. We got to a house with mud- block, I overheard my Dads friend the bricklayer from the capital city of the state telling my dad that the mud block is stronger and it could withstand bullets.
        When we entered, we saw a young boy of about fifteen to sixteen years of age filling the sitting room with clay soil, as he worked he was also discussing with Dad,I discovered he was  a primary one pupil I entered and checked all the rooms it was a two bedroom flat.
          Dad went out leaving I and mom with some two quack bricklayers who were trying to fix the door and it kept on falling til Dad returned, I was sent on an errand to get some sachet water, I lost my way until Dad younger friends found me and brought me to the house.
            It was about 4 pm when we started preparing to leave the village, we entered a restaurant and ate some food in my heart I thought" mum always says it is not good to eat outside" why are we eating here, it was also the first time I saw okro mixed with stew. I did not say a word till we travelled back to Bayou.