It was on a winter holiday, snow racing down from the sky almost pilled up half of the house. In the warm home just opposite the fire place, in a rocking chair sat a woman, held in her left hand was a mug of black coffee made of ginger with a little of sauce of honey. The right hand held her late husband's book with sketched handwriting like those of a doctor but fortunately for her she could read them with ease for the fire illuminated just enough for her both to see and read. Barely could she hear the cracking of logs in the fire nor the sparkling fragments of woods racing up through the chimney, for her attention and mind was both fixed and rented by the book for sure it was engrossing.
It has been almost 5yrs since her husband rested in peace, but to Ann Johnsons, it was just like yesterday: Acheing had been married to Mr Bonnie Johnsons for 20yrs, they first met at the University of Nairobi where they both studied criminology furthermore Mr Bonnie enrolled in law school boosting his educationally grounds and eventually they both graduated. With their successful marriage they were blessed with two children, Daniel and Betty respectively, though blood is thicker than water, Mr's Johnsons decides to relocate to the country side leaving her kids with their grandparents in town.
In the midst of her reading, the buzzing of her phone diverted her attention for a minute, reluctantly she reached out for it only to realise that it was Mr Bob who used to work with her late husband, Bob has been like a family to the Johnsons for long, "Good evening Mr's Johnsons, how are you?, I went through the old files of Mr Johnsons and it happened that he was into a very sensitive case, it was about a murder crime,homicide to be precise ", he added, silence rented both ends,her instics were right despite the fact that her husband kept every inch his work private just to protect his family, "Hello Miss Johnson are you still there", mr Bob asked, "Yes am here" Miss Johnson replied, "do you mind sending me the files kindly, its a high time I seek justice by my own" her voice spoke of vengeance,anger and pain.
She sat there,in deep thoughts,recalling the old good memories she had with her late husband, the warm kisses they shared,his warm hands around her body, she missed how her man gazed into her seductive eyes,the arousing whispers from her man was her weakness,the masculine chest she used to lay her head on is replaced with a pillow though soft but bit far from his. These good memories made her shed tears of joy alloyed with pain.