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School was a rush when it resumed. Everybody was trying to get everything ready at the same time, and one could literally hear the buzzing in the air because of all the activities.
Rachel had determined to make this her best semester, and so she decided to face her studies like never before. Most of her determination came from the fact that she did not want to see the sacrifices her mother made on her behalf to go to waste.
Rachel, being the 3rd out of 5 children, had lost her eldest brother and her father to a fatal car accident when she was in ss1. It was a devastating blow, and for a long while, it seemed their world had ended. Her mother was inconsolable for the first three weeks, and then almost retreated into a shell afterwards, but then they found God, or rather, God found them. A completion they never thought they lacked filled them, and they had never turned back.
They were well to do, because their father owned an establishment that her mother was now running. But the hole caused by their absence was so large that sometimes she still found herself waking up in the middle of the night to cry. She had found it very difficult to forgive the driver of the truck that ran into her father and brother's vehicle, but after Christ found her, he gave her a strength to do what she would normally have been unable to do.
She had promised her dad when he was alive that she would do well, and she still intended to keep her promise.
The first few weeks of school was uneventful, but one day as she was leaving the hostel to go to class, she looked and saw about 6 girls gathered at a corner, giggling. Of course, she had learned to realise this probably meant a rich looking, handsome man was nearby, so she promptly turned he other direction and started walking.
The sound of her name made her turn round, and she saw Makeela's cousin walking towards her. She also heard the disappointed groans of the girls. She ignored it.
"Rachel, right? " He asked, walking up to her.
"Yeah, you're ... Makeela's cousin. Sorry, I don't remember your name."
"That's not important right now. Have you seen Makeela of recent? "
Rachel looked up thoughtfully.
"No. In fact, now that you mentioned it, ..."
Makeela usually had a bad habit of running off during the semester for a few days at a time. Normally she would call Rachel, or one or two other persons to inform them where she was, but then Rachel realised that she had not heard from Makeela in over a week.
Peter was tense, and he bit his lower lip. Makeela used to call him too whenever she went on any of her escapades, because she trusted that he'd keep it from her parents. He really did want to, but he knew that more than half of what she told him were lies, and he didn't even know how to introduce the topic to his uncle and aunt. He had confronted her on the issue various times, but she'd simply brushed him away. At least he had been relieved she called him, because at least, he'd know she was okay.
But now, unlike her calling him once every two days, she had not called him in almost two weeks. Anybody he asked of her where abouts didn't know where she was. He had prayed and trusted her safety to God, but he could barely hold the panic rising in his chest. And he also felt guilty for not informing her parents. He resolved there and then that he would try and raise the issue when next he saw them.
God, he prayed, keep her safe. He had been trying to preach to her, but she didn't want to become a christian. She had mentioned some of the people who called themselves good christians, and Peter winced.
He hadn't stopped trying though, but right now, what was most important was her safety.
He looked back at Rachel.
"Do you know of anyone who might know where she is? "
"No", she replied.
Peter was silent for a while.
"Anything wrong? " Rachel asked.
"I hope not", he said softly.
"Anyway, here is my number. Please call if you hear anything from or about her. Oh, and please I'll need yours. I don't particularly like answering unknown numbers."
"Sure ", Rachel replied.
They exchanged numbers, and then he turned and left.
Rachel took a deep breath.
Lord, I pray Makeela is safe. Please keep her safe.
School was a rush when it resumed. Everybody was trying to get everything ready at the same time, and one could literally hear the buzzing in the air because of all the activities.
Rachel had determined to make this her best semester, and so she decided to face her studies like never before. Most of her determination came from the fact that she did not want to see the sacrifices her mother made on her behalf to go to waste.
Rachel, being the 3rd out of 5 children, had lost her eldest brother and her father to a fatal car accident when she was in ss1. It was a devastating blow, and for a long while, it seemed their world had ended. Her mother was inconsolable for the first three weeks, and then almost retreated into a shell afterwards, but then they found God, or rather, God found them. A completion they never thought they lacked filled them, and they had never turned back.
They were well to do, because their father owned an establishment that her mother was now running. But the hole caused by their absence was so large that sometimes she still found herself waking up in the middle of the night to cry. She had found it very difficult to forgive the driver of the truck that ran into her father and brother's vehicle, but after Christ found her, he gave her a strength to do what she would normally have been unable to do.
She had promised her dad when he was alive that she would do well, and she still intended to keep her promise.
The first few weeks of school was uneventful, but one day as she was leaving the hostel to go to class, she looked and saw about 6 girls gathered at a corner, giggling. Of course, she had learned to realise this probably meant a rich looking, handsome man was nearby, so she promptly turned he other direction and started walking.
The sound of her name made her turn round, and she saw Makeela's cousin walking towards her. She also heard the disappointed groans of the girls. She ignored it.
"Rachel, right? " He asked, walking up to her.
"Yeah, you're ... Makeela's cousin. Sorry, I don't remember your name."
"That's not important right now. Have you seen Makeela of recent? "
Rachel looked up thoughtfully.
"No. In fact, now that you mentioned it, ..."
Makeela usually had a bad habit of running off during the semester for a few days at a time. Normally she would call Rachel, or one or two other persons to inform them where she was, but then Rachel realised that she had not heard from Makeela in over a week.
Peter was tense, and he bit his lower lip. Makeela used to call him too whenever she went on any of her escapades, because she trusted that he'd keep it from her parents. He really did want to, but he knew that more than half of what she told him were lies, and he didn't even know how to introduce the topic to his uncle and aunt. He had confronted her on the issue various times, but she'd simply brushed him away. At least he had been relieved she called him, because at least, he'd know she was okay.
But now, unlike her calling him once every two days, she had not called him in almost two weeks. Anybody he asked of her where abouts didn't know where she was. He had prayed and trusted her safety to God, but he could barely hold the panic rising in his chest. And he also felt guilty for not informing her parents. He resolved there and then that he would try and raise the issue when next he saw them.
God, he prayed, keep her safe. He had been trying to preach to her, but she didn't want to become a christian. She had mentioned some of the people who called themselves good christians, and Peter winced.
He hadn't stopped trying though, but right now, what was most important was her safety.
He looked back at Rachel.
"Do you know of anyone who might know where she is? "
"No", she replied.
Peter was silent for a while.
"Anything wrong? " Rachel asked.
"I hope not", he said softly.
"Anyway, here is my number. Please call if you hear anything from or about her. Oh, and please I'll need yours. I don't particularly like answering unknown numbers."
"Sure ", Rachel replied.
They exchanged numbers, and then he turned and left.
Rachel took a deep breath.
Lord, I pray Makeela is safe. Please keep her safe.
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