Chapter 5: Weapons and Hope

The big man get old rifle, everyday e dey shine am like mirror.

Sometimes, e go polish am with rag wey e tear from shirt, dey hum old song. Boys dey ask am why e love gun reach like that, e go say "Person no dey play with im life."

You only get one spear with red cloth for tip, and the spear tall pass you.

Some boys dey laugh, call am masquerade staff. But you no send. You remember say for village, red cloth mean power, and you dey hold am tight like your only hope. When breeze blow, the cloth dey fly, your spirit dey lift small.

He dey tell you about family and country, dey teach you about...