The night had drawn deep. The silence sung melodiously in his ears, the breeze cooled the tiny room from the open window. The candle had blown off, he felt like looking for an alternative source of light but he was scared of the darkness that had covered the sky. Seated on the creaky couch he heard a voice from outside, he thought it was his mares that had started earlier before he had retired to be.
Again he heard the voice; he felt it was no more fantasy he had to face the reality.
This time he had no choice, but to get up and see what it could be. Mose walked carefully to the door, he didn't want the source of the voice to get know of his movements, he bent to the key hole so that he could give his eyes a view of the dark night. He stood still but the voice persisted though he could not see clearly who the person was, he felt he was man enough and decided to open the door despite being scared.

He could not believe what came to his sight. You say you've seen beautiful women, those of dignity with a fine figure and the kinda women who treat men like that would be their last day, but have you had a chance to witness this charm? Maybe she swallowed a magnet and that's why he was attracted to her, may be. The magnetic fields attracted that stronger, the bonds became unbreakable, though he could only think of her, she was out of his sight again. He felt she went back to the goddess.

He went back into his room, left the door unlocked. He wondered once more ‘what an encounter he had.’.He memorized what he saw,a voice like that of a parrot, she had a clean, heart-shaped face with soft green eyes, slim and not too tall. He thought, could she be the girl next door? The one he wanted to ask her name though he couldn't really phrase his question better.Her brown hair was twisted up into a pony-tail. He drew his attention back to his cell phone...She was invisible. He wondered, she was more than invisible. When something is invisible you at least notice that there is an empty space there. If she was ugly he could have noticed her. If she was beautiful he could have noticed her. Tall or short, heavy or skinny, if there was anything distinguishable about her he would have noticed her.
The problem was that she was not in the least bit noticeable. She was a heaping mound of mediocrity whose very presence would have screamed "don't notice me," except that screaming like that attention.So maybe she's sorta hot and sorta not, but something about her fascinated him.Mose wasn't quite sure what it was about her, but he found himself unable to stop looking....


"Come on man, let's keep moving, we still have a longer way to go!"Suddenly, Mose got interrupted, it was faustin his long time friend whom they had gone through thick and thin with, they'd crossed oceans, at one time life made them fly up to meet The most high but to no vain.Unlike Mose, Faustine was taller and much built, his eyesight was sharp and he was quick in movement. " What's the time?" Mose asked, "it's past noon and we're not yet halfway the journey,"Faustine answered with a low tone.The two strangers who became brothers walked for a while without uttering a word to each other.
Faustine was deep in thoughts,he remembered how he met Mose,on the other hand Mose too was still memorizing how he came to meet the love of his life. Faustine was a young boy hardly ten years old when the Arabs attacked their home and his parents dragged into the moving houses, truely blood is thicker than water, his mother never wanted to let him go though the Arabs were really harsh, he witnessed his mother defiled and stabbed severally on the chest before being thrown into the deep waters.Tears were rolling down his cheeks though Mose realised it not. He had to flee for his safety and stayed for weeks without food or water, when hunger overpowered him he had to seek refuge in some home, where he narrated his story to the people he found there and they housed him.

After his stay for a while he met Mose and they became friends, they could play together and did actually everything together.They became more than friends, more than brothers, they were the pillars of unity that stood in the village.
The sun was high and scorching, the two grew tired and thirsty, they had eaten nothing since their journey began, no water, no food, no money but even if they could have had money there was nowhere to buy food."should we have a rest please,"suggested Mose,Faustine looked at him in disgust and said no word.They were nearly approaching a stream when Mose heard a cry of a baby in a bush nearby, Faustine heard nothing, just like a hyena put between a flock of sheep, he was confused by the presence of the cool water and the breeze from the stream, he sped off not knowing Mose was left far behind.
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