Some dark moments

I remember that day so well. It was the  sixth of August 2020. At about 7.45 pm two of my neighbours came to my house to visit me. I was shocked and surprise at seeing them at that hour of the night. My husband was not yet back home and I had been worried as his phone wasn't going through. Then my neighbour made the pronouncement in my dialect. "Your husband is held up at the police station". At first I was very composed because my children were around although they did not hear when it was said. I took time to question them to get all the facts. I couldn't hold my emotions anymore. I ran upstairs to my room and burst out crying. My daughter came in and saw me crying and that is how her siblings got to know.
  My husband and 4 other friends had gone to the police station to advocate for the release of a man who had been falsely accused and locked up. After questioning them they were detained.
Their lawyers did all they could to release them but to no avail. After four days of staying at the police station they were transferred to the central prison were they are awaiting trail indefinitely. 
Am still to wake up from this dream.
   I feel the pain of seeing my husband locked up for standing up for the truth and fighting for respect of human right.
The pain of my children going to bed everyday without seeing Dad or praying together with him as a family. The pain of them leaving for school without saying their morning prayers with them and then dropping them off to school.

the pain of my daughter crying on the phone each time she talks to him and reminding home to come home for Christmas. She would always end her calls by saying " Daddy keep trusting God, I know you are innocent , you still remain my best friend, we are fine, Mum is strong but we greatly miss you and love you Dad".

  The burden of having to raise five children in a typical African household with 10 dependants is becoming heavy but I know my God is my strength.
On the 12th of December I joined the movement for Democracy and transparency to advocate for Dialogue. An all inclusive dialogue with no preconditions where all will be represented and have a say. There was also a peace football match   and choral music competition.
I also had the opportunity of doing a presentation on how persons with disabilities could be included in advocating for peace.
I stand for all those who have been unjustly  detained under horrible conditions due to the Anglophone crisis. I  submitting to the will of God.

Thank you all my World Pulse sister for all your support and prayers.

I am so blessed to belong to this sisterhood


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