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The Return of the Beast


(Disclaimer: This is a fictional story that highlights the fact that we need to support people who are trying to reform themselves, especially if they are family.)

They all thought it was safe. To do whatever they wanted. To live happy. However they never knew what awaited them.

This family of six had one of their members leave. He was arrested for a domestic violence charge and sentenced to 10 years in jail. He used to terrorize them and make their lives a living hell. When he was whisked away they were relieved. They never visited him. They wanted to forget him, but he was coming back. It was his home after all and they could do nothing to chase him away.

The eldest son had completed his studies and had decided to start on his masters. The second born was starting campus life, while the last two were beginning high school. The wife had grown as a business woman and was able to support the family. The last ten years had gone by so fast, now…

Nobody actually cared about his return. He was talked about in hush tones, so nobody knew when he would be released. He just came through the door, threw his bag on the floor and turned on the television as he sat. The rest of the family was out and the maid was new. She knew who this man was, she had seen him in the pictures.

“Boss nikuletee nini? (Can I offer you something sir?)”

“Hapana nangoja mama watoto akuje anipikie (I am waiting for the mother of my children to come and cook for me)”

“OK.”

She went back to the kitchen and continued doing her job. However, she sent a text to the wife to inform her of the return of the man. Immediately the mother of four informed her children of their father’s return. Nobody panicked for some strange reason. Nobody cared.

Everyone came back home in the evening. Each person saw the man seated but gave him the occasional halo and went straight to their rooms, including his wife. He knew he would receive such treatment. What made it worse, he tried not care as well.


(To be continued)

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