Curtains sway thunders roared lightning struck the heavy winds carried him to my crib and in the dark there he stood facing me what a filthy scare he gave he wasnt a beauty to my eyes I crawed out but his bonny hands reached out for me squeasing every breath that I had out i could hardly hear my scream was he a messenger? who knows what he carried with him in that black gown but whoever he was, he was determined to follow me over losing sight of him was not an option he walked through my thoughts and he filled my mind with his face I encountered him on various occasions the beginning was when I was three months old then was at the age of 18 when I saw him swing his familiar gown across the street from where I was watching an accident I had just survived I barely had a memory of him but he is one man that no one can fail not recognise and now he follows me but my ministering Angels steal me out of his sight he never gives up he still finds his way back to me now I worry about every hiccup I get thinking that his day has come when he finally manages to drop his mail in my mail box and complete the mission oh what a terror a thought of him brings but I keep telling myself don’t worry the courageous ones prevail over him and a new day will always come Angel Phionah Ampurire is a law student at the University of Rwanda
