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.
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