"Can we take you back to your parents?” They asked as they served him tea from the flask and some biscuits,” "Yes and thank you very much,” Gahima replied.

When Gahima had them mentioning home, he could not believe his ears. He was shocked.

Kate and Rose had prepared to return to Kigali the following day. They went with him to their camp and spent a night with him. They comforted him and gave him some medicine for malaria and a heavy jacket. He was shivering a lot.

The next morning, they travelled with him in a canoe. When they reached Kibuye urban centre, they hired a special hire to take him to his home.

"Sorry, we are not able to escort you up to your home because we have to travel a long journey. But, this taxi man will take you safely,” Kate said.

"Than you for your help,” Gahima said.

"It is a pleasure,” said the volunteers "take care”.

"Bye bye,” Gahima waved at them as Mr. Gatete started the car.

Mr Gatete drove as Gahima was deeply thinking of what he was going to do with the money. Many thoughts came to his mind. He thought of building a storeyed building and buying a nice car.

He could not go back to Kibuye. He did not have the courage to meet Rutaremara. When the recognized the forest where he hid the money he told Mr Gatete to stop.
"There is no house here.

Where are you going exactly? I cannot stop, robbers may kill us,” Gatete angrily said, "I was instructed by the ladies to take to the border, not to the forest, stop that joke”.

"Please, stop! You are taking me too far,” Gahima pleaded with him but he could not change his mind. He drove until they reached a trading centre.

This town was only five hundred metres to the border. Gahima had to walk about five kilometres to go back to the forest, where he had kept the money.

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