"Is it right to kill?(hemming) what's wrong with some people? "He said in ecstasy. He was sitting in a homemade wheel chair. He had no left foot. His leg stopped at his ankle.

He started recalling his childhood times how he grew up in a very humble background. Vividly he recalled one moment that made him gaiety and gaum that nothing in life is easy and to him there was no reason to give up.

There was heavy down pour that evening and dark so as a first born child his mum sent him to borrow flour from the neighbor handing him a "Kasuku"empty oil tin cause the water had bubbled and the flour wasn't enough to make "obusuma". He runned fast as also mucors run down his wet nose.When he was on his way back returning he slipped and splashed the entireflour creating a white carpet and teared her short in between cause he mad a perfect 180 degrees on the mud ground.He got up and picked the tin went home crying only to be welcomed by a thorough beating followed by "sleeping like that" I mean on an empty stomach. Since then he become invigorate and learned being poor is not just bad but very bad.

He become an apt student and graduated with a master's degree in civil engineering therefore luckily got a big job in a certain company in the city. Other boys in his village liked to call him "engineer" whenever he paid visit in the village. Times started moving so fast and he yearned to get his ribs. Wish he knewed what might befall him later. Luckily, he called in love with a beautiful village girl called 'Myra Vuyanzi'.

Myra Vuyanzi was eighteen old. She would turn nineteen in three months , at which Samson had decided she should be already introduced her to his parents and marry her. Stay in the city with her and bore beautiful kids as she was later before other boys pester her and eat his apple.

Samson one evening decided to visit her lovely Myra whom he had surely lost in her love.His heart thrilled with full love carry her beautiful gift a golden wrist watch he bought at the city.He started his journey at around 6:30Pm cause Myra's place was on the other side far away Abit and Samson had planned to set eyes on her lover when it's sombre.

On his way he met her primary teacher Madam Rose.Madam Rose had dark skin and a very wide mouth. When she looked at you, her eyes seemed to expand, and you felt like she was looking right through you.

"Samson, you grown-up big nowdays" she said to him even before he greets her. She already knew where he was going and continued flippantly saying "you're too young to get married. You've got your whole life ahead of you. Listen Samson, Myra is too delicate. Can she milk a cow? Can she have intelligent conversation? No, she is silly and foolish. Will she take care of you when you are sick? No,she is spoiled and will only want you to take care of her. So, she is only beautiful. So what? Come I give you mature girl."

Madam Rose then spit on the dirt.

Samson was kinda pestered but never altered a word due to her being her grammar teacher. After taking several strides up the forest and hills it was getting dark all over. He found Myra still at the destination they had agreed to meet there along the river side. She runned and hugged him so tight as she cry tears of joy to see his man back. Samson was so impressed and put on her wrist the watch gift as she sung a love song to her.She blushed and laid her head on Samson's chest. Within no time they started their journey to Samson's place walking in the aisle of rough and bushy path. Samson boat of love had no sailing experience, but the boat moved swiftly. They could walk long hours without talking to each other but smiling and holding hands.

Samson was suspicious, he felt a strong strange sense of fear that made his hair stand up on his head. Myra gripped his coat tightly trying to say something to Samson but no words come out when four builded gallant men paraded in front of them each holding a panga. Samson took a deep breath, then walked closer to them and greeted them politely so as to make them a way but mercy was dead.

Samson was slapped on the head with the panga and war erupted. He struggled to get back to his feet as his body shook violently. He looked around and saw Myra's body in a pool of blood where part of his hands and legs chopped. Her eyes looking at him sympathetically and her mouth trying to speak something that Samson knewed not. Samson was lucky he was not dead as her beautiful Myra. Tears were flowing in his eyes profusely as sentiments of Madam Rose run in his head. He was bleeding too and his left leg was badly hurt.

He cried and said " wake up Myra..Wake up!..if only I knew, if only..oh my only flower I had get used to it's scent could die..wake up!!!...."(weeping)

But Myra never come back. Almost everything they had enjoyed was turned to perpetual barrage of things and tears his due pay. He hated the world, even saw himself useless cause he had lost now her lover and his leg and lastly his job.

He couldn't attend Myra's funeral cause he was still at the intensive Care unit. Wishing he could attend but no one knows tomorrow's hex.He didn't know which wrong did he do to deserve this until he asked himself did his great great grandparents done anything awful that put them to this?

He returned back to poverty he had tried to eradicate.