Nguvu (Unedited And Subject To A Few Changes)

💥chapter 2💥

                💥Chapter two💥

                💥Nguvu's pov💥

  My hand reach for the machete in the dark of the night, I rubbed my eyes vigorously to dispel the sleep out of them. The noise was coming from close by but we could not see anything, my sisters came and huddled beside me. "Papa give me one of the guns," I whispered to my father.

  I felt and saw the glint of metal as he felt for my hand in the dark, he was trembling. Well so was I, the horses whined from a loud explosion and danced up and down a few feet away from us. "We cannot afford to lose them." I whispered nervously.

  "Let's see if we can pick our way away from here," papa said and we felt around in the dark and packed up our blankets.

"You better tell us or we'll kill everyone of you!" A man's voice shouted some metres away. Not wanting to stick around incase they were looking for us, we picked our way through the dark forest. I was mainly afraid of meeting any wild animals, yet in terror of bandits and outlaws who rapes and will take us back to face the law.

There would be only death for us, so in that moment I vowed to kill anyone who tried to harm or take back me and my family. I shivered fearfully and train my mind on ways to escape and survive, rather than the sadness of being captured and torchered or hanged to death.

Soon we couldn't hear anything but the rustling of the tress around us, my father pulled the horses to a stop and the steady rhythm of hoof and cart stopped in the quiet night and we climbed down off the cart.

I had spent my lunch breaks listening to the old man has he spoke longingly about his daughters, until one day I had felt brave enough to finally asked him why he had chosen to stay on the plantation. The story he had told me had always replayed in mind from then on.

My wife was raped by several slave owners one night until she died, I buried her under this very tree we are sitting under. I planned and made preparations to escape with my daughters into the savannah of death, but at the last minute I realized that I had to stay to make sure my daughters would never be caught. I spun a story that kept our slave owner and the law off thier trail and every time I wanted to not return from visiting them out in the forest, I remember that I wanted to be buried beside my true love." His tears fell with his words and my heart cried.

"Not a day goes by that I don't think of all the sufferings we have went through. As embarrassing as they were, we stuck together and helped each other through our pains. When she died I was left with only our two daughters that would be turning seventeen, the master wanted them both and that was how I decided to to rather have them face the wild beasts of the earth, from whom they may out run and escape from, but with our slave owner, flesh and blood like us, they were more in danger.

  "Nguvu!" I was shaken by my mama whose eyes gleamed with a frightened expression in the darkness.

  "There is singing and firelight from a camp through the bushes to our north," papa stated.

"We'll continue going east past them then, old man Martin had said his daughters told him they had to pass many camps and some big rivers to where they live," I said lowly.

They both hissed at me, they did not believe old man Martin like the few he told his secrets. They claimed he was stricken with dementia which sometimes led him into the savannah where he was lost until bandits or law men return him to our owner.

  I felt the shell and beaded necklace he had made and given me on my twelfth spring and whispered holding my face up to the universe.

"I know that there is a supreme being higher than humans, you are powerful and great to have made us and everything we see, hear and touch. Please protect me and my family, keep us safe from all harm and guide us to our destiny. Thank you." I finished holding back down my head.