Nguvu (Unedited And Subject To A Few Changes)

😥Chapter 3😥

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😥Chapter three😥

😥Nguvu's pov😥

I slowly climbed down from the cart and leaned heavily against it, a lot of eyes were upon me but I only cared about my parents and siblings at this moment.

After what seems like hours but really must be just minutes, the band of men that had rode out return. I saw my mama first riding in front of the man who the woman had ordered to go for them, on the same horse. My siblings rode in the same way, but I did not see my papa. The man helped my mother down, then went and began talking with the woman.

"Papa is deaaadd," Claudia wailed coming to me, she held unto me as I stood there in utter shock.

A negro woman about my age was helping me to bathe, the water was warm and she lathered my body with a block of sweet fragranced soap. Every time she sapped my body with the warm water, it felt like I was being thawed out.

The next day I watched as the scottish woman, directed three men to switch our things from the horse drawn cart, to a sturdy covered wagon. Those wagons were built by men like my father, I thought knowing we had packed all the money into a wrapped blanket and hoped it was wrapped tight enough to not jingle when they lifted that sack.

When they were finished she came up to where I was sitting, "I'm terribly sorry about your papa, you have to be strong because you have to leave here before night fall. The bandits are going to come to look for you all, so you have to go and you have to keep right on the trail. I can only tell you that you may find a safe hidden settlement if you look hard enough. it is well hidden and if you find it you will be safe there. A lot of run aways have passed here, some have survived and some haven't, you have to be stronger than you have ever been before." She stated then patting my left hand she walked away to where they were pouring oil on the cart.

It burst into flames and began to burn, the flames danced in my heart as well. My mother and sisters came out from one of the huts, they were dressed differently and it was then that I looked on the cloothes I was now wearing and realized that I was too.

The woman who had helped me to bathe came and sat beside me, she began to wrap my hands like the way the coach drivers hands were wrapped and told me to be safe. I only managed a nod of appreciation to her.

We were given a few well needed items to help us along our journey, which by the looks of it were going to be a long one. "Now remember, you can work on farms along the way in exchange for needed things or money, but always stay together and never stay working in one place too long." The woman said.

She was grieving her brother and his two friends and I was grieving my papa. "What's your name?" I asked her, my voice came out hoarsely even though I didn't remember crying.

"It's Cindy," she said with a smile.

"Take care of yourself and your people Cindy." I told her and yanked on the horse leash for them to go.

My mother rode up front on the wagon with me for a while, my bum was bound to be chaffed from all the bumps and jolts even though the seat was heavily padded. I paused at a small stream so the horses could drink and wondered how on earth was my siblings managing to sleep with all the bumps and shaking up.

The night was drawing nigh and I've covered a great amount of ground since passing the stream. I slowed the horses to a trot as I looked for a good enough place where we could camp for the night. Turning off the road I steered the horses into the trees and brought them to a stop.