Owoade Writes

Memoirs of a Woman Going Without


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The Syrian Angel At Sea

We all woke up to the heartbreaking picture of this three year old toddler’s body washed up on the beach.

A budding dream cut short by life circumstances.

I can’t begin to imagine his last moments, probably calling out for his mom.

Hoping the strong hands of his father will reach out and pull him out of the water

A completely helpless victim, taken down by this catastrophe called war.

A war he didn’t start, a war he knows nothing about, he goes about life filled with love for all.

Yet he had to be a victim of human hatred.

Why is it that when people go to war,only the innocent ones suffer?

Why can’t we all just live in peace if not for anything but for the sake of these little ones?

Lord, am short of words.

For every child affected by war, may the hands of GOD protect and shield you.