THE PATH - Episode 7

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“It is very sad to hear everything you have been through, Elim. I feel very sorry for you. At t...


“It is very sad to hear everything you have been through, Elim. I feel very sorry for you. At the same time, I understand that everyone has their own path in life. Sometimes, the things we go through shape our lives…they make us stronger. I don’t think it helps to keep me bound here. My path is different from yours. I wish I could say the opposite, but honestly, my heart is with someone else. There is no need to fixate on me. Your own woman will come to you at the right time, and when that happens, nothing will stop you two from being together. Please let me go Elim. I am sure you don’t want to be with someone who is not in love with you. It is not worth it. Please let me go,” Margret pleaded with him. He looked at her for a good five minutes without saying a word in return. Then, he rose to his feet, took a knife from the drawer and walked towards her. Margret could hear the rhythms composed by her heart as it rammed and slammed against her ribs. Elim stood in front of her and stared closely at her. He watched as her chest rose and fell. He watched her full lips and her bright and bold eyes. Her skin was richly dark. He wanted to yank her clothes off and have his way with her. As if on cue, two other young men walked in.

“What are you doing?” They asked Elim. “Give me some more time with her please,” he pleaded with them. One of them was massive…almost seven feet tall with a muscular build. His shoulders were hanging high like the Kilimanjaro. Margret recognized him. He appeared to be the ringleader during her abduction. There was an ugly scar on his face. “You promised to let us have her if we helped you abduct her. Come on man, let’s do this thing and leave,” the bulky guy persuaded. “Please give me a few more minutes,” Elim pleaded. Margret’s heart stopped beating momentarily. She heard whistling sounds in her ears. Tears circled her eyes as she wondered if she’d leave the house alive. “You are better than this Elim, and you know it. Please don’t touch me. Please don’t let them touch me. I know there is a good heart deep inside you. Please listen to your heart,” she pleaded fervently with him.

He walked to the door, shut it and returned to her. “I don’t know why I did this Maggy. I never meant to hurt you. I love you so much and it hurts that I can’t have you…I can’t bring myself to hurt you, but the guys outside, they will,” he explained. “Please help me Elim. I will not tell the police. If you ever felt anything for me, please show some mercy on me now.” He stroked her long black hair. Her beautiful fragrance wafted into his nose. Suddenly, he slashed the robed on her hands away. He did the same thing with the ropes around her legs. He opened the back door and peered into the compound. You can leave now. I will stand here and watch. If they come after you, I will stop them. Once you get to the big tree over there, run as far as you can. There is another building down the hill. Run there and ask for help. The people that live there are nice. They can call the police. Like a thunderbolt, Margret sped off. The big thug sighted her running. He ran after her, but Elim went after him with a knife. Margret saw them tussling as she increased her pace. She kicked her shoes away and ran for dear life.

Three hours later…
Margret lay in a hospital bed in shock. Mary had just arrived with Rita. They both sat near her and consoled her. “You are safe now sister,” Rita said stroking her hair. She had spoken briefly with James over the phone. After she had run to the next house, they phoned the police as Elim had promised. By the time the police arrived, they took her back to the house to help identify the occupants. All they found at the house was the bloodied lifeless body of Elim. His throat was ripped to shreds. He lay lifeless, covered in blood. The big thug had wrested the knife from him and stabbed him repeatedly. She had never seen a dead body, especially a bloodied one before. Each time she closed her eyes, she saw Elim’s dead body. A massive manhunt was in progress to find the thug and his men. After a week, Margret was released from hospital. She was still in shock, so she opted to stay with her parents until she recovered from the shock.

Eight months later…
James returned from the US and was offered a teaching job at the University of Nairobi. Margret could hardly let him off her sight. When she was not working, she was with James. “Only your touch…and your warm breath and embrace can make those traumatic images go away,” she would say each time she wrapped herself around him. “And I am here for you every step of the way my love. I am not going anywhere,” he promised. A few months after he had started his new job, they tied the nuptial knots. Margret glistened like stars in the sky in her immaculate white wedding gown. She smiled at everything, reflecting the pure joy that was bristling inside her. After the service, she dug out a small piece of paper from her tiny white purse and insisted on making her voice heard. “I have been putting this together my love, I hope it is okay if I read it out,” she requested of James. “Please ladies and gentlemen, Maggy has something to say. May we please offer her our undivided attention,” he explained.

Margret stood up, unfolded the piece of paper, looked around and began. “Just a few months ago, I saw myself walking a path that could have ended worse. Somehow, God delivered me. I know most of you hear of what happened to Elim, the person who had planned my abduction. It is easy for us to say that he got what he deserved. I see that differently. He allowed his impulses to rule his mind momentarily. He made mistakes no different than the quiet ones we make every day that no one hears of. What I see is a young man who was in search of love…in all the wrong places and with the wrong approach, but truly, don’t we all want to be loved? Don’t we all want that very person that we have fallen for to put their arms around us and tell us they love us too? There are no guarantees in life, but when someone is consistently denied, refused, turned down…they tend to do stupid things in their bid to assert themselves. Elim lost his dear parents, he was hard done by friends and relatives, and love continued to elude him. Haven’t we all been there at some point in our lives? If you haven’t, then you are among the luckiest people in life. I have, and I will tell you all that in moment.

“Elim did stupid things, but all he wanted was just to be loved. When he realized what he had done, he laid down his life for me. He fought his own men…dangerous people to make sure that…I lived. Instead of judging him, please can we observe a minute of silence in memory of the heroic last seconds of his life, when he chose to die to save another person – me!” The crowd stood up in silence in honor of Elim. “Like I was saying,” Margret continued. “We are all Elim. We roam the earth in search of our own. We search for that one who will make us complete. We seek that one whose existence, defines ours…the one that makes us feel worthier. When that search turns up nothing, or the wrong person, we all end up in Elim’s category, even though we wrap ourselves up in clean clothes and make it look like all is well with us. No, all is not well, until you find your own – your home. I was once lost, wondering if any one would ever love me. I craved a place…a heart that I could call my home. I sought someone who would know my faults, my mistakes, my defects and still love me. At some point, I was willing to accept just about anything…and anyone. I was beginning to think that what I sought after was not existent. Like Elim, I was willing to leave my own path to walk anywhere; wit anyone just to have someone in my live. Lucky me. Before I could veer off my path, James walked into my world.

“I could not possibly breathe or live without him. He became the air that I inhaled and the eyes with which I saw the world. As the years went by, I realized how much I needed him, and thankfully, he continues to need me just as much. At some point, I believed that we were not meant to be…the years when he was gone, were like an earth quake crashing my life into rubbles. I must confess that I wanted to walk away…I threatened to walk away from him because the cross was too heavy for me to bear – the cross of his absence. I am glad he did not give up on me. This is the happiest day of my life, because I know that I am with the one whose heart is meshed with mine. I have no fears…with him, I know I am secure, loved and wanted. This was what Elim sort. I wish he found it. I wish he were still alive to find his own.

“I pray you all find your own. Wait for it if you have to…if you need to. Walk your own path and wait for the right person. The road is tough, but it can be worse when you are with the wrong person. I am blessed…very thankful to be alive here today. I am very thankful to God for the man he put in my life. I will love you with every drop of blood that runs through my veins, James. If I have to lay down my life, be rest assured that I will gladly do it that you may live…And I know you’d do the same for me. Thank you all for gracing our wedding with your beautiful presence. God bless you all.” There were few dry eyes in the crowd when Margret was done. James used a handkerchief to wipe the tears that had built up around his eyes. Margret walked up to him and planted her lips on his and he reciprocated with equal fervor!!!



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