One sunny day in the land of Hlefi came a rich merchant who said he would take some of the children in the village to the city and give them
profession. All of us in the village were very happy to hear that, since it was our dream to one day live in the city.
Little did we know that the man who gave his name as Dongo was a
ritualist who used the blood and heads of innocent children like us to make money.
We were all blinded by his wealth since he showered our parents with gifts such as clothes, foot wears and many more which made them very happy.
Everybody in the village was convinced that the man was a good
man and so most parents handed their children to him to send to the city.
Unlike other parents, my parents, especially my mother did not want me
to go with him. I was very sad and so went to inform my uncle to talk to
my parents on my behalf and I was subsequently allowed to follow
Dongo.
We had packed all our items and had agreed to leave for the city the next
day. That night I overheard Dongo talk to someone on the phone about
human sacrifice. Immediately, I ran out to inform my parents about it.
I didn't know what happened next but my father told me not to worry but
instead go with Dongo.
Finally, the time was due to start the journey. I woke up and saw a nice
bus parked at the village centre square and all the children lined up to get
on. We got on and off we left. On our way, we got to this scary forest and
the bus stopped. Dongo ordered all of us to get down. He pulled out a
knife to kill us when suddenly the chiefs guards appeared to catch him
He was handed over to the police and we were sent back home. The gonggong was beaten and I was awarded for exposing Dongo.

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