IS GOD SLEEPING?

Human are so cruel. I really can’t write how hurt and empty I felt that fateful day. I can’t
describe how devastated I was nor how my heart bled. I was totally broken, in fact, paralyze. I could not even call my brothers to tell them the bad situation Daddy and his friend fetch me into, all in the name of travelling oversea. In fact my soul and my spirit ran away from me. I was just a shadow of myself. I felt God was sleeping because the devil just took time to urinate on my destiny. I recalled that day the man walked up to me like an angel that was sent from heaven. He ask me if I would like to travel with him to London to publish my manuscript and market my story. He said he was a good friend of Daddy for many years. He told me the disgusting part of me at my teen. (When I bed wet in the afternoon) He told me how Daddy has suffered to train me and my brothers from childhood. The man ask if I will like to struggle the same. I was about to reply him when Daddy walked up to the scene, then I still kept mute. Daddy was very excited. I can see that on his face. At least he want to be boost of telling people he has a son living oversea. That has always be his dream. Especially London, Daddy so much like that country. At last, I finally agree to go with him. After some weeks my passport was ready. I collected my visa and get my self prepared. My brothers were crying. I embrace them not too cry that I will soon be back. The man drove his toyota SUV and park. I put my luggage at the back seat and board in. Getting to the airport. I saw how the security guard were staring at me. I did not take that into consideration, I just guess they are making jest of my appearance because, on our way a child saw me and ask if I was one of the Village head master. I nodded my head to replied that I wasn't. I was even searched and scan up to five times. No point, no result that I was hiding anything. Until we arrived at London. Two young police officers just walk up to me and ask me to follow them for investigation. I look at Daddy's friend. He told me to follow them. We get to a lab where another scan was carried out and this was so clear to me that I carried a cocaine in my file I arranged my manuscript. Where did I find this? I know nothing about it. How do I save myself? how do I prove my innocence? I kept mute and reason carefully then I remember the only person that collected my file was Daddy's Friend. Can Daddy's friend be a drug dealer. Can he really use me to smuggle the hard drug into this country? Is this help or hell? I cried out my heart. I was just like a cornered rat. I was simply in the midst of foreigners. In the midst of people who saw me as a second class animal. None of them spoke to me nor asked how it all happened. One of the foreign police officer said something I can never forget. He said “I said it; nothing good ever comes out of Africa. I woke up from my slumber and what I heard next again was ' You are under arrest Monkey." I was deported back to my country with Immediate effect. Where I served (25)twenty five years imprisonment with hard labour for a crime I knew nothing about.

Moral advice

Is this true that nothing good comes out of African? What are the good things that comes out of you?
Is African really a country where animal live or where human live. What are the differences you are making as African to impact other Africans. Parent should please Identify the kind of person that claims to help their son. Today, many Africans has lose their lives and waist their time all in the name of travelling oversea. Let be patient. God is not sleeping. Of cause, What will be will be.