Once upon a
time,
When being a
Muslim was highly considered a crime,
There lived
in a small estate in Dakar,
A young man
by the name Abubakar.
He was
jobless,
But he was
lucky to marry a hardworking princess,
She set up a
small Arabian tea restaurant,
There,
Abubakar would sit the whole day chewing Khat.
He had a
beautiful daughter,
Whom he
named Rhoda,
He wished he
could afford to take her to an academy,
But poverty
seemed to be his worst enemy.
One day his
step-brother came up with an idea,
That would
make them Millionaire,
Their goal,
Was to get
out of Senegal.
He proposed
selling the old family car,
And use the
money to join their Uncle in America,
Once the old
jalopy was bought,
They busied
themselves acquiring passport.
Abubakar was
sad to leave his young family behind,
But the
prospect of becoming rich in America clouded his mind,
In America,
their Uncle assured them of Hundreds of Dollars,
If only they
could blow themselves up in a crowded Shopping mall in Dallas.
That the
money will be wired to their families back at home,
Once they
have detonated the Bomb,
There was
great fear in Abubakar’s eyes,
But his
step-brother convinced him otherwise.
By the time
the news of Dallas terrorist attack broke,
Abubakar
could only hope,
That Rhoda
can afford Academy fee,
And his wife
has stopped selling Arabian tea.
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