It was raining heavily. The night was cold and unforgiving. In the shadows of the night even the notorious thieves could not come out of their dens to carry out their usual business.
In the outskirts of Nairobi one could hear the drainage systems make sounds of displeasure.
The sky was covered by angry clouds and all that was left was people to scoot near a fire or pile their blankets and duvets.
Christopher could not sleep, he was restless. After a long journey from California to Kenya he still could not sleep. "Maybe the jet lag." He thought.
He listened at the angry torrents. He looked around his home which he had abandoned for the past eight years.
He sighed and decided to look at the rain droplets.
Slowly he rose from his bed and he felt his skin shiver.
"What do i do God.?" He thought.
He looked outside and saw a floating figure. He panicked. It looked like a child.
He did not wait, he rushed outside like a mad man.
As he approached the limp figure,it was a child,a girl of six to seven years of age.
She was badly wounded, cold and unconscious.
"Please be alive." He prayed.
Being a doctor,he knew that she needed medical attention but the hospital was far away.
"Hang in there" he said as he carried the limp body inside his home.
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THE WIDOWER.
Romanceit is one thing to love and its another to lose. pain and heartache drove him away from home, CHRISTOPHER JUNIOR or as he prefered CJ is a quiet,reserved man. All he got left is his believe that some day his heart will be whole again and maybe love...
