''Dare not touch my son. Kill me first, if that is what you've planned
tonight...'' She cried and cried and cried. I started crying too. I
cried for her. I cried for everything. There was nothing to smile
about.

Papa was quiet. Just busy starring. It was if he had lost his network.
Then he did what we least expected. He bend and helped mother up.

''No one wants to kill anyone here.'' He said as he walked back.

In the morning, next day, two chickens lost lives. Papa talked and
talked, with two gizzards on the plate. Everyone was too excited to
remember the last night's episode. But what I secretly prayed for was
not a repetition of the same. Pastor Machasio to keep off till we meet
in church, heaven or hell.