This happened 10 years ago when I was just 8 years old.
We live in a small village happily with our king, we were uncivilized to the gods but we govern ourselves so well. Even though our king was close to us, during all the festivals we get a glimpse of the king and this makes us very happy.
We have been hearing news of how the gods visited some village and deep down I prayed they visit our village so I can show my little sister how the gods are. She was 5 years old then. After months of waiting the gods decided to visit our village. They arrive one hot afternoon and went straight to the king's palace. They were escorted by a native man, and the whole town gathered at the king's palace to see how the gods look like, after hours of waiting they finally came out and our eyes behold the image of the gods.
There were three of them, the gods all dressed alike. They wore long trousers unlike us that wore short native cloth, and their bodies were covered with long sleeve shirts and jackets. I couldn't understand the ways the gods dress but what surprised me the most was that their skin was white unlike my dark skin. Immediately, the whole town bent on their knees and worship them.
The king called a village meeting and explain to the elders what had transpired between him and the gods, our beloved king said he didn't trust the gods and refused their offer. He said they had requested the king give him all the children from 10 years to 20 years in the village for some gods gift but he refuses. 2weeks after the visit, the gods visit our village with a weapon I don't know, immediately they point it at the elderly one and it makes a loud sound, the elders will fall and die. They rounded up all the youth in the village, and they tie our hands to our back, put chain on our necks connecting us.
I was in the room with my mom and my sister when my dad went out to get our grandfather. I saw one of the gods stab him with a knife, the gods were so much in our village now, they were everywhere putting on red cloth. As my mom ran to help my dad, the same god stab her to death, he grabs me and my sister by the neck and put us in the cage. I could not stop my tears or that of my sister.
10 years later, I found myself working on a sugarcane farm, and my sister was serving one of the gods as a maid. While on the farm, they wear a metal mask on our heads that covered our mouths and only allowed us to see, it was padlock so we won't eat the sugarcane or talk to each other.
Anytime the gods were around, we dare not look at them because we fear them so much, though they look like us but are very different. Only the gods can be wicked like this, that's what the elders told us. One day, while working on the farm, I saw my sister dragged outside the house by her hair, one of the female gods was shouting "How dare you break my cup" she was pulled outside the house and was hit with an iron rod continuously, I couldn't bear the sight of the only family I have been tormented.
I ran towards her so I can beg for her, but two gods tried to stop me, in the process of struggling with them, other workers stopped what they were doing and watch closely. I struggled so hard forgetting I had a knife with me, the one I use to cultivate the sugarcane. In the process of struggling, I mistakenly stab one of the gods and he began to bleed, everyone stops what they were doing, I look down on the dying god with the knife in my hand cover with his blood, before I could turn around, a bullet went straight into my skull.
Yes, I died but a bitter truth was known to us, they can die, they can bleed, at that point, we knew they weren't gods but humans like us, and that was how the spark of revolution started.
The End.
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