It was a Sunday afternoon like any other. I was sitting on the veranda peeling maize when I heard a familiar voice call my name. At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. But when I turned around, I froze standing there was my brother, the same one we had searched for endlessly for ten long years. I dropped everything and ran to him, my heart pounding so fast that I could hardly breathe. He stood there smiling as if no time had passed, as if the years of tears and prayers had simply melted away.
My brother had disappeared a decade earlier after a disagreement with our father. He left home without saying where he was going, and for years, we had no idea if he was alive or dead. We went to the police, searched hospitals and mortuaries, and even made radio announcements all in vain. My mother fell sick from the pain, and my father blamed himself every day. I had slowly accepted that he was gone forever.…CONTINUE READING
