As the Sun sets

Chapter 1: Kenya’s Story

The blue seas were rising over the island that set on Kanawapa shimming it’s beauty on it. Kenya a beautiful African girl, 16 years old, enslaved by two white people. A couple you can say, her Grandma is quite ill, her parents passed away, her sisters got sold, that left her a with a heavy burden to carry. She sat by the side of the island with her legs splashing in the water. She stopped. She thought of the last time she saw her family. Momma was cooking with her special herbs and plants, while Papa lay reading the newspaper. Her two sisters, Mineva and Nemerva were playing with the two bamboo sticks that Kenya had found by the junkyard rotting away. Kenya was listening to the story her Grandma was telling her, her vast adventures in the forest.
“Your father was only 8 years old, when your grandpapa died. Oh how we were lonely. Me, being a single mother was being deprived her life. I thought fate had given up on me.”
“Tell me more!” Kenya said.
‘Well, I was wrong, I fought this battle between fate and I won. No matter what happens in life you have to be strong. Remember God will not give up on you unless you betray him.” She said. There was a knock on the door. Papa went to open the door. Boom! We all turned to the door, I saw papa laying on the floor dead. Cold dead.
“Papa!” I screamed. The two white people carried him across the pavement Momma and me followed.
“What are you doing! Let him go!” Momma shouted with tears running like a waterfall. But no use they weren’t ready to listen.
“That’s what ya get for not paying your fee, I don’t give a crap if you’re a indentured servent, I don’t care if your time has been up! Your a filthy black person, and you’ll always be one!” The White man shouted.
“And you!” The White women pointed towards my Mom. “You scoundrel, what the hell happened to my dress for my wedding with this man?!” she said pointing to the white man. “That’s it, I’m tired of you filthy black screw ups not paying your fee.” She rose the gun and shot Momma.
“No!!!” Grandma shouted. I was stunned. Now there they both lay, in a puddle of blood. My grandma pleaded for them to spare me and my sisters lives.
“Please! I beg of you, I will do anything!” Grandma said.
“Alright, enough of this nonsense, your coming with us, there you will take care of everything we need, your doing dishes, farmin, including the cotton fields.” She said. But she wasn’t finished. “But those!” She pointed to my little sisters. “Have to be sold, there too young to work, and will screw everything up!”
“Kenya!” Grandmother shouted. Kenya awake from the thought and ran into the home.

Chapter 2: Workin, on the fields

“Kenya!” Grandmother shouted again.
“Yes Grandma?” Kenya asked.
“Take this pail of water to water the crops, hurry before Ida and Steve come. Ida and Steve, how can Kenya do this? Water the crops of her Parents killers? She had no choice, she walked through the field. Carrying the pail of water made her thirsty herself, but Ida and Steve were coming out of the car, she couldn’t, she possibly can’t! She hurried to the stream of dirty water. She cupped her hands together and dipped them into the water. Sipping every drip she can could drink. She arose carrying her pail again. She kept thinking. Momma, Papa, Mineva, Nemerva, were gone…. Forever. Tears became to stream through her eyes. She was off to the Market to get some vegetable seeds, when three goons were surrounding her. She covered herself with her shawl. She was a respectful women and was not the one to expose herself, she had learnt better from her Parents. But that didn’t stop the Goons from coming closer. She moved but they followed. This time she ran, and they ran after her until she reached a dead end.
“Who are you! Stay away from me!” Kenya shouted.
“What do you want to do to her Michael?” One of the goons asked.
“Gee, Tommy boy I’m feeling a whole lot of things.” Michael said.
“Same here, Tommy.” Another Goon replied. They all huddled near Kenya who was taking each step back.
“No! Please don’t!” She yelled. But she was being stripped of her clothes. She screamed, she kicked, she yelled for help. But no one was around and if a car did drive past, they simply pretended to ignore her. The goons left and she was laying helpless. She walked slowely back home, she couldn’t tell Grandma that she had been unfaithful, but it wasn’t her fault.

Chapter 3: Positive

Kenya had thrown up into the bathroom and was feeling really sick.
“Kenya I’m taking you to the doctors, Steve and Ida aernt here so its okay come on my baby.” Grandma said.
“Yes Grandma.” Kenya said ignoring that horrid night. She had thought God will Protect her, she couldn’t possibly be pregnant. Not now, for the hard times. They walked to the doctors. Dr. Mohammed had examined Kenya and told her the truth with her Grandma beside her.
“Congrats Kenya, you are going to become a Mother.” The Doctor said.
“What!?” Grandma yelled. Kenya began to cry.
“Kenya! How could you! And that too on our hard times! Who is man! Who is it!” Grandma yelled. But stopped. She was having a stroke.
“Ahhhhhh!” she slowely said.
“Grandma!” she screamed. They rushed her into the room, performing medical surgerious as possible. But no use.
“Kenya…” Dr. Mohammed said.
“Is Grandma fine, I knew she would be because God is protecting us!” Kenya said.
“Sorry to say Kenya, she is no more.” He said.
“What!!!” Kenya screamed. She sat onto the ground. Her world was crushed. No one would love her. No one would protect her. She was pregnant at 16, she wanted to die the second she heard the news.