Do Not Look For Him
Jehoba Sumonder

Oh, Lord !
This is the story of an old man who was once a child named Nomus. He had no idea that the creator of all creation existed in the beginning. Someone informed him of it when he was four years old. It caused him a great deal of distress. Nomus did, however, frequently forget about his existence, as he knew everything. As a result, he never paid attention to anyone. He always walked straight or upright. However, walking like this caused him to slip on the road several times. He could even see many dead men who were still alive and approaching. He had no idea they were dead at the time. When he was four years old, out of fear of the odds and the persistence of his ability to see the invisible, he invented lies. He had no idea how to lie. He could understand many languages as a child, but he completely forgot about them after the lie was invented. Now let me tell you about his upbringing.
He was his parents’ first born child. He was the eldest of three brothers. They were wealthy at first, but they quickly became impoverished. His father owned a bookstore. He did not dress up for a night out. As a result, he used to be semi-naked all the time, but going everywhere was extremely convenient.
On the eve of his second birthday, March 12, 1970, his mother made him some nice clothes. One of his maternal uncles, named Nohkam, had just returned from the village after finishing the school final exam. He slung Nomus over his shoulder and went for a walk in the fresh air. There was a nice breeze on that day. The sidewalk was spotless. They could not find anyone on the street! A loud voice cut them off. A military man ordered Nohkam to stand still. He stood up, the little boy on his shoulder trembling as much as his uncle does. As the military man approached the uncle and pulled the lace of his pajama, it fell to the ground. Mr Nohkam remained speechless for the time being. “Hey, you’re not circumcised!” exclaimed the military man and began to laugh at him. “You infidels are ruining our country, you bastards,” he said loudly, brandishing his revolver. Hearing this remark, the little boy, Nomus lost control and climbed down from his uncle’s shoulder, angrily walking in front of that military man and yelling at him, “You bastard, go, go, go.” “You tiny bastard, shout as much as you can if you can,” the military man said as he turned toward Nomus, his revolver in Nomus’s mouth. He had not anticipated the situation. He remained silent for a while, the military man staring at him like a big animal. Nomus had no idea how much time had passed. He noticed a group of white men and a woman standing behind the military man as if they were unsure what would happen next. Nomus threw his left hand up, and the revolver fell into his right hand. Everybody there exclaimed at once and said, “O Lord, O Lord.”
to be continued