THE TEARS OF A MOURNING SON
THE TEARS OF A MOURNING SON CHAPTER ONE The cloud had gathered as the trees dances to the heavy tune of the wind and the atmosphere changes to the coercion of the wind. But despite the forces of the approaching rain, the day was welcomed with lots of busy schedule. Children were on their way to schools, workers heading to their various workplace and market women were not left out in the busy duties of the day. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Help me” she screamed out loud in pain reaching out to her neighbours for
