At home every thing was all rough and tumble. Pa ken couldn't control himself likewise mama. Everything was shattered. Their neighbors had accompanied him to all the nearby bushes that evening including the next morning in search of dulai but he was nowhere to be found. Papa felt like drowning as they came back empty handed. Mama kept weeping and lamenting likewise His sisters.
The women were comforting and consoling them but mama was already out of the gear. She threw Ali down and kept rolling on the floor calling on her God.
Papa sat at the corner of the house sobbing silently.
Papa informed the town security about his missing boy but all their efforts were vail. He kept visiting the station until he became a known figure in the station.
It was in this situation that he met Ba who gave him an idea that consoled his being.
That day, he had come as usual but the men were already fed up of his complaints.
" this is not the first time we have had a case about a missing child neither would it be the last. Your son is not " baby Jesus " or is he? Please spare us all this complaints and go home. We have already tried our best" One of them lashed out at him .
It was at this a time he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and saw one of the security men who called him aside;
" you have to take heart mr ken and mellow down . You see , there have been many cases of missing people not only children. We've been trying our best as this is a small town. But I tell you to that your son is not dead , there is still hope . I've heard that some people and kids too are being sold to white men for money. So don't worry, just continue to pray that he remains alive.
Papa felt comforted , at least his son could be in the hands of a white man alive, still breathing. He prayed silently for his safety.
"Remain strong son, remain strong" he muttered as he walked back home through the bush path.
He got home and relayed what mr Ba told him to his anxious family members. Who would always strain their ears to hear something whenever he went to the station.
After hearing what he had to say , mama took a deep breath and closed her eyes sadly and muttered;
" Lord, please protect my little boy, my little dulai".