Wangari spent the whole night packing.
she did not want to think about the state of the house she was going to .
At dawn she took her things and her child with the help of friends and went to her new hut.
she was happy to have a land of her own.
she had big land so she could dig it up and plant some vegetables and most importantly no one would disturb her about moving or anything at all.
the shamba was hers undoubtedly.
she spent the whole day arranging her things in her new hut and she and her friends went to look for some grass to thatch up the roof.
when she came back it was sundown and they decided to do the thatching the following day.
at night she lay on her mat with Kahuria watching the sky and all its stars.
" its beautiful."
she told her son.
" this is like a blessing in disguise,"
she said.
" I've never watched the stars like this."
she told Kahuria.
" maybe your father is somewhere up there watching us."
she said to him.
" we will be alright."
she told him and they slept.
under the stars ,
the sky being a big blanket over them. watching them and protecting them.
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the following day, she and her friends tried and thatched the roof in the best way they could.
she spent her days digging up the land and putting cow dung on it borrowed from her friends in the village,
she prayed each day that the land would produce healthy and delicious food.
it looked like rain one evening as she retired to her hut.
she covered Kahuria up in some skin to warm him up.
she liked rainy nights.
she remembered on such nights, she would be cooking and Kahuria( her husband)
would be sitting next to her and they would talk the whole night.
she loved their stories and would love sipping hot milk the whole night.
on some nights she would find herbs that would make good tea.
she missed those nights and she missed him so much.
she lay in her mat and drifted off to sleep.
outside there was thunder and the rain started pouring.
she held Kahuria closer.
in the middle of the night, she was awoken by angry and rough drops of water on her skin.
she looked around and she found that her roof was leaking.
she looked at Kahuria who was now awake and crying.
she put more skin around him and left the hut.
she had relocated far away from the village and all other huts were far away.
she watched as the rain poured on her hat sweeping away her roof and everything she had.
she started her journey to go to Wanjiru's house .
it was almost dawn when she got there.
Wanjiru was shocked at the state Wangari was in.
she asked her questions but she didn't respond.
Wangari handed her her son and collapsed.
when she woke up she found a woman putting some herbs on her nose for her to sniff.
" welcome back my child, you scared us."
the woman said.
" hello Wangari."
Wanjiru said.
Wangari saw her friend and suddenly remembered her son.
" where is Kahuria?"
she asked as she tried to get up.
" he is sleeping. the herbalist has already seen him. he just needs to rest and keep warm."
Wanjiru said.
" I want to see him."
she said.
she had a headache and her body was still frail but she walked across the room to her child.
he was sleeping and he looked troubled.
she looked at his small body and tears cascaded down her cheeks.
she could not hold it in anymore .
everything was falling apart and all she hoped for was for her to have her healthy son back and her husband by her side.
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WANGARI
عشوائيWangari is a single mother who goes by her days wishing her husband would come back home and make things a little simpler. being married to one of the chiefs brother is an easy and enviable life until he goes missing and all hell rises. Wangari mu...
