CAROB

The hiss of the pan
The palm oil's scent wafting through the thatch roof
Burning and enriching the very skin that was made from the muddy sable soil beneath her feet.The meat sizzling dangerously and browning from the outside in.The smell mouthwatering to any that passed by.

Carob was proud of her name even though such a beautiful name was given to the most beautiful maidens of the village.Her parents defied all and made sure her character reflected her name.

She did well to earn it.
When others spoke, it resonated with others.Sweet as cinnamon
Bitter as the richest coffee
The sweat gleaming off her dark skin like crystals
The steam rising from the pot making her appear ethereal
She was known in her village as the son of the Gods.
There was only so much she could do as a woman, but her power was unreal---

Suddenly
She looked up.
A stranger.
He was different from her.
He wore garments as white as the cowry shells used to trade
He must be wealthy
She was not scared
She has seen one of them before
preaching of a new god
He had something in his hand it was dark

his hands were quaking as he lifted the black stick in his hand
fear
it was written all over his face
she stood from her crouch
he hesitated
her dark stallion beauty
reminded him of his farm in the west world
he put the gun down and walked towards her
he was entranced by her
he didn’t know he moved closer when he could smell the pungent smell of meat and palm oil
he wanted her

but he didn’t get to finish his thought process when he noted
a spear like knife made from wood and bone was embedded in his chest
she was carob
the blessed one chosen by the gods
to him she was a which
for the village she was the anchor and messenger of the gods
he was sent to put a bullet in her head by the church to end their final resistance of satanic gods

“kwa jina la miungu na watu wangu” she said
“in the name of the gods and my people”

He gasped as her dark eyes turned white for a split second making her drive the knife deeper into his chest.

Fear
He died on a simple mission to kill a young woman
He could see his whole brigade laugh at his failure
His family will be labeled the house of a shameless soldier
Seduced by an African b***h

Fear of death
Fear of shame
Fear of failure
His last dying breath
He still thought of her beauty
She looked like a vixen with her brows knotted in a frown
He forgot his own predicament
And thought
Why are we here to save?
When all they needed to do----

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