The Beginning.

Warning!! This book is written in the author's POV, some characters' opinions and thoughts will be written down as we go on. The scriptures,events and happens are of fiction but the scriptures and prophecies are to be here.

In the world where there is good and evil, the people do not seem to be in search of the truth that's right In front of them. Others follow the will, desires and ways of the world and don't care of their Spirit, the Soul. Listen, you were sent on earth for a purpose. Each and every one of us. What we need to do now, is find ourselves and not lose ourselves in the desires of the flesh. The more we feed it, the more...we move away from our purpose.

So, what are you going to do now? Follow what's right and do the right, and He shall bless us and wash away all our sins. Let's go on this journey together.

In the continent of Africa, dwelled a tall lean man. Stripped of his rights, cast out by family and community. He lived in the slumps and did everything to make a living.

Alone, he decides to take a path that many wouldn't even think or bother taking. Because we are all scared and misled and crave the desires of the flesh more than feeding our souls with the word of God. So tell me, how would you proceed with life once you learn the truth?

Kirieth Solstice, named after the apocalypse that befell humanity at the times of Sodom and Gomorrah. His father was a drunkard who would sleep with prostitutes, and married women. While his mother, died by trying to bring him back to his faith which they used to practice before. She was tortured to death and this made Kirieth have a bitter life as he decided to follow the road of his mother, continuing from where she left off and also, see to it that all hope is not gone.

He groans after a long stormy night in his wooden like home. The bed creaks under his weight trying to support it. His ruffled hair hangs on his head almost from an electric shock but from a stressful night. The last few days showed effect around his eyes ,f, ming dark circles. He sighs heavily and clears his throat. He looks away from the mirror and walks over to the shut window.

Footsteps approach his door and a heavy knock is heard from the other side.

" Who is it?"

Kirieth's deep voice which is rough from sleep echoes in the room.

" Janice's waiting for you downstairs, Kirieth"

His housemate, Mark, speaks tiredly as if he's been working the whole day.

* Why is she looking for me so early in the morning?* He drags his feet away from the window and answers.

" I'll be out in a moment"

The footsteps retreat, and he sluggishly cleans himself up, tidies up his room and head downstairs. As he descends, he catches the glimpse of her ebony black hair halfway covered from the white scarf. The soft sunrise enhances her features in the silver like dress she's wearing. Janice's face lights up upon hearing him approach her.

" Kirieth. Took you long enough to wake."

Her succulent voice makes his insides dance. She's been with him a couple of months ago after he abandoned his father at their old home in Namibia. Now in Sierra Leone, he's trying to keep his word to himself. He rubs the back of his neck. A common habit he had.

" Oh, I've been awake long enough to hear Mark pull out the horses from the stables"

He replies almost cheerfully. She looks at his almost harsh facial features. Her eyes scan him like she's seeing him for the first time. She sees the scar on his left eye and the memories of the wound flushes back to life. He stares at her from under his thick brows that has been smoothly carved. She's happy to see him move on from all that's happened so far, though it's just the beginning.

" Why're you here so early? Care to share?

He lazily asks as he sits on a stool just adjacent to him. She moves in a little closer.

"I'm here because I didn't see you for the ceremony yesterday. Lumah almost turned the town upside down in search of you."

Lumah is the head chief of the community. She is known for her feminism and leadership.

He clicks hIs tongue.

" Where else would I have been? Yesterday was the day my mother died. It was more important than any other."

He says rubbing hIs forehead. Janice exhales and looks at him intently.

" And I missed it. isn't it hard to go back there and recall all that happened?"

His fists ball from slight irritation.

" It is, Janice. That's why I had to go back there, so I can remind myself of the promise I gave her. It was and is necessary."

His dark brown eyes darken slightly due to the thick brows on his forehead.

" I understand. But this is part of why I came."

" Then tell me. I don't have all day for small talk"

" Father Douglas wants to see you at the church. Saying he has news for you from Namibia."

His brows shoot up then furrows slightly. He gets up and dashes out without another word leaving Janice behind.

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