Back in the village Belinda’a mum and her entire family were left wagging their tongue in the cheecks. They were left to tell a story of the unfolding that happened during the that wedding day.
Since that fateful day, Belinda dissappeared without a trace. No one knew of her whereabout. Her mum could curse the devil for making her daughter dissapear.
From time to time she would say,
“A pason who dont learn from the elders,learns thro accidents.Yes.. i warned her. I warned her not to dream of marrying this nairobi men.But Belinda why didnt you tell me where you are going? And if you are still alive call me. Call mama.. i just want to know where you are.You are the only pillar of our familar”
Belinda’s mum was most affected. She didnt know what to do next.
Belinda’s younger sister remained to be the only councillor.She would move to her crying mum and say…
“Mum stop crying, it already happened. Move on mama….”
Her mum would listen , go back to the house and force herself to eat.She could hardly sleep and prayed to God to protect her daughter.
The police had done their best trying to find her to no vain. And everything was abandoned.
Days turned into months and months into years. Ever since the lost of Belinda,it was exactly two years. Her name was a tale to the lips of those who knew her.
Her family moved on. Her mum was over her.The life in the village took its normal course. Everything normalized. BOys and young men looked after their dad’s cattles.
Girls and young women fetched water and firewood. Life was as usual as it were.
For Fred, ever since that day a good samaritan drove them to Nairobi,he recuperated slowly after regaining his conscious hours later after arriving at their home.
After Fred consumed the black medicene they discovered that their dad ran mad and was hit by a moving train as he tried to cross the rail. He was crushed to pieces! Not to be recognised.
The government froze the accounts he had on suspicion they were used to embezle funds.
All the companies they had were shut with claims they were not certified my NEMA.
To Fred and his mum,they all understood what was going on and had to adjust to life though it prooved hard.
They relocated to a middle class estate where they joined a church led by the good samaritan that helped them on the highway!
Day in day out, they attended the church service and prayed hard to God. They preached the wrong. They condemned seeking dark powers .They were liberated from the hard chains of evil bondage.
The good samaritan, Pastor Edith, was impressed with Fred and offered to take him to campus.
Fred’s dream course was to become atop leading lawyer on the land.
Pst.Edith sent Fred to Pwani University where he went to study law for the next 4years…..