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‘Get some strong sticks’ Carl requested
‘Strong…? Are those not strong?’
‘Strong enough to burrow the soil’
‘Okay’ Liz responded as she bent plucking and picking the fallen rods of firewood. She was humming her favorite song.
Carl was digging the graves of their two sons, Greg and Colly. They had only noticed by the lockets on their necks they had bought during birthdays. Liz was busy fetching sticks to excavate the soil. They were no ‘jembes’ or ‘pangas’ around.
After some hours the grave was ready. It was just a minimal trench that would fit the remains of the two sons. As they carried the sooty-grotesque bodies, tears from Liz eyes dripped.
‘Hold the lower part of the limbs as I hold this upper side.’ Carl said as he held the fluffy part of the head.
As they reached the grave like structure, Carl positioned the head down slowly and gazed at Liz.
‘Put it down slowly’
They buried their sons in the island. They pushed the soil back to the grave. They lay wild flowers which Liz had plucked from a certain bush. She sat on a certain granitic rock and stared at Carl. She remembered of her huge house in Washington D.C. where there were teeming city streets, glass skyscrapers, glitters and glitz and also the luxurious landscapes.
‘Was life made to be like this? We have lost our sons. They are barely 16yrs. What a life?’ Liz questioned as she gazed above.
‘Problems come in life Liz. This one was unexpected. You should even thank God for saving your life. You are alive and kicking.’ Carl responded
‘Its…’Liz was cut short
‘That doesn’t mean am not sobbing the death of our sons. I’m also grieving their loss’ he said as he squatted on the grassy area.
‘Carl, why aren’t you sad, I see you smiling; no sad face; is there something you are keeping behind my ass? Liz asked.
‘Honey, men are always jovial; by the way do you see men crying in burial?’
‘To some extent, I don’t. But don’t you feel pain for your own flesh and blood? Did their demise mean anything to you?’ Liz questioned holding her chin.
‘As a man, I feel it in my heart, but I can’t bear showing it physically like you do. Just don’t be angst-ridden.’ He responded
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Karen was staring at the portrait of her granny who had perished in grisly road carnage. The repercussion of the latter created a greater mental effect on her. She was only 16 and she had already started foreboding posh vehicles. Her sister Annette was busy assisting her mum to fit luggage inside the car, outside. Karen got up from her seat and walked slowly towards the lounge. No sooner had she got inside the main lounge, than a roughened arm held her shoulder. She turned around abruptly, her hair swinging past her nose. It was her dad, Murray.
‘Hi, Karen?’ he continued, ‘why are you so bored like this?’ Murray asked her.
‘Dad, I can’t imagine we are boarding vehicles again. Can’t we trek?’
‘Are you serious Karen, trekking to Mombasa on such fateful days, cars aren’t that vengeful. Change your attitude and mentality too’ Murray said as he patted her shoulders and walked past Karen.
Karen stood still at the place wondering what a world she was in. she had made up her mind a bit earlier that she wasn’t to board any vehicle in her life. The amputated images of her grandma were occasionally recapitulating in her mind.
They were leaving for Mombasa. It was a luxury trip and Murray was so grateful of his family and always wanted to make them happy. However, Karen had the trauma that had ruptured her mentality while being safe on daddy’s car. She walked slowly and sat on her bed. Her face was weary and she seemed hungry as if she had being starved for a number of days.
‘Karen! Karen!’ her sister Annette came looking for her so that they would set the ball rolling. Karen composed herself and agreed to go. When Annette opened the door, Karen plastered a smile and gave her a hand. They walked out talking happily until they approached the exit door. Agnes their mum was happy and Murray also felt his heart warm because they had seen Karen smiling. Karen hugged his dad and promised his dad that she was never to be pre-occupied again on the issue of accidents. His died smiled again and opened the door for the sisters. Agnes had agreed to drive the car for that day.
The sleek Volkswagen drove and pulled up outside a gate.
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In today’s generation, owning a vehicle is almost like a basic need. This is not the era when one would buy a car and it would become the centre of attraction to the whole estate. Many people own cars nowadays. The population that’s lately increasing in numbers in terms of car ownership is the young people below the age of 35. They come in different shapes, styles and design.
These three things are the ones that differentiate a car from another.
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