The light had shone out of her eyes, she had spoken words of the divine.
Stunned, stupefied, scared. Villagers flew Katika’s sanctuary, her friends deserted, her family turned on her.
She raised her head and saw the grown man dead body on the ground, soiled with blood, burns and dirt.
She felt the bite of the ropes on her wrists and ankles. And the pounding in her veins too.
Hours went by.
She prayed, she begged to die. As she saw morning arrive, she had no more expectations and placed her faith in Katika’s hands.
Her mother appeared with a small knife.