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MUSTARD I – Ch. 22 | KT OLLA

NOW Moro looked out of the pack. And down there, he saw Wura and their wards. Then that instant, words failed the parents.

It was like their hearts crashed into a wall, as there was nothing they could do or say.

Still, where words failed tears tore through. For the couple cried so much.

Then after moments, Moro spoke the words.

‘I will survive. I will return. Please take care of our children!’

Now those words didn’t exactly speak Moro’s heart. He’d meant them to assure his wife; yet his own fears broke her.

So, like fuel poured in fire, Wura’s depth of soul was kindled at the sight of him. And then, the tears flowed.

The lady said, ‘Please return to us, Moro! Survive the war and return, please!’

Yet although she simply begged him, Wura’s words sounded like an order to live. Now this order gave her gentleman strength.

Moro clenched his fist amid the tears as he nodded in response. He nodded that he was ready.

By this time, a man walked down to the vehicle and shoved Wura off, along with other women.

Even still, Wura returned to that place. She was that daring.

The drivers were now starting their engines and pulling out to move. So the reality of the things dawned on Moro.

Yes, he felt a bit scared that this might be a goodbye. The final one, at that.

So he smiled to bid a farewell.

‘I love you, Wura,’ he stretched a hand. ‘And thank you for everything!’

Now that was it. The parting words that wrecked his woman.

For those words were like he wouldn’t return. Like the man would fall in the war.

So Wura raced to quickly answer. Yet the vehicles were starting to move, so the lady raced after her man.

She screamed. ‘You must survive, Moro! You must, my husband! You must return to us! Please, you must return!’

She went on screaming, and crying. And running amid a crowd of others.

Moro looked back at her and smiled amid his tears.

There was an endless line of trucks, carrying men to sea...

And a crowd of women pouring after.

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