Set for August 2016 release Three bullies lifted her up above everyone. Every pupil and teacher was shouting, ‘harlot! harlot! harlot! She is a witch! the queen of incest!, yes she is!. Throw her to the ground!’ In a moment, she was in the air and at once felt her body crash land on to the parade square. Her knees and elbows touched the crashed stones and hurt from being bruised. Blood seeped from bruises. Her knees felt cold. Then the voice behind her shouted ‘stone her to death!’ When she turned to look, it was Kapala, wearing the suit that he was buried in. Then stones came rushing towards her. Before the first one touched her, she woke up. She was just dreaming. Her knees and elbows were cold. She was breathing fast and hard as her heart raced. Her eyes were opened wide as if they could scare away any prospective nightmare. She never went back to sleep afterwards. After about an hour from then, she could finally hear birds singing, the noise of car engines, and voices of early morning workers. Looking up the roof, she saw geckos chasing after insects and for a moment, she wished she was one of them... No one passed by the house until some moment later. She heard the footsteps, ‘pa-pa-pa-pa-pa.’ Then she heard a soft knock on the door which made her to shake with fear. She could not immediately get up from the corner where she sat. Instead she wrapped her hands around her knees and stared at the door. Every moment was terrifying. It did not matter the time of the day. The knocking continued at intervals for some time before the door slowly opened. A stranger hesitatingly got in. He was of a rather short stature, dark in complexion and wore a brave face. Her eyes and his met. Then he said ‘I am sorry I didn’t mean to break in… I am looking for Jean Kasonde. Somebody told me that she lived here… Do you...know her?’ Misozi said nothing but stared at the man cynically. ‘It’s ok, am not going to hurt you,’ he said as if he had read her mind, ‘My name is Bristol. I hope you know her. I asked for her address last week and someone told me that she lived here. Can you tell me where she lives now?’... ‘No I will show you where she is buried.’
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