Prologue
”Come closer to me
my child”, a lowly voice slowly said. At a corner of the dark hut, a young female
child barely 5 stood up from where she sat and went to meet her mother, getting
close to her she put her little ear close to her mother’s mouth, somehow she
knew that whatever her mother want to say will be the last word she would hear
from her.
“I am here mama”.
“Listen and listen
very carefully to what I am about to say. We are not like the others, we are
different”.
“We are different?
How are we different mama?” the little girl asked her mother.
“You are too young
to understand my child….” A cough stops her from continuing and the little girl
rushes to get her mother water to drink. After she had made sure her mother had
drank the water she then sat very close to her again.
“Grace, there are a
lot of things that are out there which you don’t know about. I don’t have much
time, but, I am going to tell you something important”.
“I am all ears
mama”. Grace told her.
“A day is coming
when I will no longer be by your side, when that day comes I want you to be
very strong for me. This world we are in is so full of evil do not be a victim.
Grace there will be two path you will be asked to choose in future, one paths
leads to your destiny and the other part to your doom, be wise to pick the
right path. I want you to look around Grace, what do you see?”
Little Grace looked
around their poorly hut, at one corner of the hut was a family mouse hole that
has been her friend, and finally her gaze fell on her mother. “It is not much in
here mama but it is what we call home, where we lay our head to sleep when the
day has finally gone to sleep”. Grace replied her mother after a while. Her
mother smiled a little.
“Then no matter what
will happen in the future, do not forget where you came from. Always remember
you are also your mother’s child. Come and place your head on my chest, I want
to sing you a song. May you always remember it in your darkest days”.
“Okay mama”. Grace
said then placed her head on her mother’s chest. “Mama, why do I have this
strange feelings that this is a goodbye?” Grace asked.
“Grace my beloved
daughter, it has to be so for the prophecy to come to pass and for you to
choose the path you will follow. When it’s time they shall come for you”.
“They? Who are
they?”
“When it’s time, you
shall know them. Now you have to listen to the song”.
Walk proud, walk strong
When the world starts to string
Remember where home is
Never forget your ways
Walk proud, walk strong
When the pain is too much
Remember who your family is
Never forget your ways
Walk proud, walk strong
I will be gone one day
But fear not
For there you will always have someone
When your love comes
That’s where your line begins
Never forget your ways
Walk proud, walk strong
My sweet young child
He is there waiting for you
He waits for you alone
The time will come to be with him
And so your line will begin
Remember where your home is
Remember who your family is
When the world starts to string
When the pain is too much
Go home to him
My sweet young child
I will be gone
But not my soul
My sweet young child
Be strong my child…..
Grace felt within
her that something was wrong when she began hearing her mother’s voice faintly,
she tried her possible best to open her eyes, but couldn’t. After a while of
battling with her eyes it gave way and she opened her eyes.
When Grace opened
her eyes she noticed that she was no longer in her hut with her mother but in
an open field with other children of her age. They were being chained in their
necks and hands and were being lead to an unknown destination. Grace looked
around her trying to find her mother, but she didn’t see her mother, she
started crying calling out. “Mama where are you? Mama”.
A solider on a horse
rode to her side and flogged her with the whip in his hands and shouted down at
her. “Shut up, and don’t let me hear any word from your mouth. Now start moving
you dirty thing”, the solider barked at her.
Grace slowly stood
up from where she had fallen when he had hit her with the horse whip and
started walking with the kids in lines. Silent tears were running down her
cheeks. She turned to look back at her village and she saw her little village
on fire, every hut on the village was on fire she wondered if her mother will
be in one of the huts being roasted alive, again she wondered how she had
gotten outside and being chained and being lead to an unknown destination, one
minute ago she was with her mother who was singing to her and now she was been
tried up like an animal. She cried and turned to face the other prisoners and
wondered where they were taking them to.
The prophecy has
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