BANZA June 2016 Issue | Page 26

Fear. We endured two years of silence and weeping but then one day; I decided it was enough. Without anyone’s consent, I got up and headed to my father’s house, and there, I met young, beautiful women with babies. They welcomed me, offered me tea, but I was too cold and uninviting. I immediately left and headed to the Police station who then escorted me back to my house. Upon our arrival, we were confronted by men who’d driven my family and me out of our home. When asked about this, the men denied everything, stating that these were just false accusations by a potentially disturbed mind. I demanded that they hand their land certificates to the police, which they failed to produce. The men were dragged to the police; my mother, called and a case, which took a full year was established. I uncovered other demons they had of killing my father and even though I had no evidence to back me up, the men were jailed for forcefully obtaining property that was not theirs and for stealing money by false pretenses, this evidenced by their flourishing bank accounts that contradicted their state of unemployment. | BANZA