Nerve damage: part 4

The evening news announced that General Mutela’s wife had been kidnapped and the national hero Mrs. Faustina Nyanga was also being searched for. On their second night alone, George left to run an errand for Faustina. She needed to know where the general was and it wasn’t safe for her to be outside.
With George gone, she let Mimi rest and waited outside the house. At about 1 in the morning, two young men walked down the street. They were tall, the blue shuka’s they wore swayed in the wind. They made no noise as they walked, almost blending into the surrounding.
Faustina stood and bowed as the Dorbi men reached her. The nodded their heads to her.
“Your letter was received. We have your answer.” The older of the two spoke, he stood a little ahead of the other.
“Thank you. But first, how is the chief?”
“He is well. The siege was bad for him, for all of us. But the rain has been good. We will recover.” The Drobi said.
“Tell me what he says.”
“Your husband took care of our people during the drought. He warned us of the warriors, the letter speaks the truth.”
“He is at his other home in Nairome. Just outside Nairobi, to the East in the plains. He led the revolution. The men who looted and stole your cattle were under his command.” Faustina said. The Drobi stood taller.
“Your debt is paid and he will pay his.”
“Send my greetings to the chief and tell mama she must come to the city.”
“She sent us with this,” The younger man gave her a gourd of honey, “and they both wish Milasi a quick recovery.”
At another time, before her husband’s murder, before someone hit her daughter, before the dungeons, she might have been reluctant to give someone over to the Drobi. But Jeshi knew what the price of his sins was when he committed them. The Drobi forgot nothing. They had been run out of their ancestral homes by the government, Jeshi and his men had promised liberation if the Drobi allowed them to hide in their lands.
A drought had hit the country just as the government started showing cracks. Needing supplies to storm the capital, Jeshi had stolen the Drobi’s heards. The Drobi arrows and spears had been no match for the automatic weapons. Beaten and weak, the Drobi could do nothing.
After her arrest, the Drobi chief had helped George and Mimi travel unseen across the country. Unlike Jeshi, Faustina knew what a debt meant to the Drobi. She sat in the living room and waited for the morning news.


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