This three-part story is a tribute to mothers; a panegyric to their love, devotion and sacrifice for those in their lives, from...
This three-part story is a tribute to mothers; a panegyric to their love, devotion and sacrifice for those in their lives, from the hinterlands of Kigali Rwanda to Lagos Nigeria and down to Owerri Nigeria. It is suspense laden, action-filled and contains graphic imageries of love, pain and selflessness.
Here is an excerpt from the chapter one of the story...
ROSALIE AND THE WAR CRIMINALS
Clutching her two children she ran through the woods, ducking and evading bullets, sharp stumps and rattlesnakes. As she ran with her two children, a girl of twelve years and a boy of ten, they maneuvered their way through a litter of mangled human bodies – victims of the war – their eyes stared emptily into nothingness as worms of the earth and birds of the sky devoured their remains. Breathlessly she mumbled a prayer to God, “Dear God, please don’t let my children and I end up like these, but if any of us must perish in this war; let it be me. Spare my children please!” For days they trekked through the woods without water and food. Out of exhaustion and thirst, their lips turned white in colour. The hollow of their eyes deepened as if their eyes sought to hide from the horrors of the war they had seen. They had heard of a place where AU (African Union) soldiers stationed to hand out food, water and medicines to the victims of the war. It was their intention to get there. Thankfully after days, they found a river, and with glee they leapt into it. Hungrily they gulped as much as they could. The two children were over excited by the water they found; but not their mother. While they drank from the river, her eyes darted about watching every path that led to the river and the bush around. She was poised for surprises. Her children were bathing in the river. She would have loved for them to drink as much water as they could, take the much their containers could carry and march on. But they were children and had survived what most adults would not.
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