After The War

General Gaddafi would be a saint in your sight if you knew my uncle, Hitler. Before the war ended, he had murdered over a million soldiers of the Rival tribe. We(the Tal Tribe) regard him as a legend.

But before the war came to an end, Uncle Hitler, as we all called him, had changed. The Rival Tribe infiltrated our camp and kidnapped him with his favourite cousin. For one week they went missing, without without words, even from the insiders we had in the Rival Tribe’s camp.

The second week, after we had all thought he was dead, and were planning on going on a final attack in his honour, an attack that will totally destroy the Rival Tribe to ashes; Uncle Hitler returned, with his cousin besides him.
He looked at us and shook vigorously his head.

“Let us go home,” he said. “The war is over.

The Rival Tribe had shown him how beautiful life could be, after the war.

Younglan Louis