The Child of Prophecy
A Continuation of “Never To Say Goodbye”
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Prologue: The Silence That Changed Everything
In Kafue Village, silence sometimes speaks louder than cries. One warm evening, the drums stopped beating, and the elders removed their caps. That silence announced the death of a man whose suffering had been long, whose pain was quiet, and whose love had been complete.
Amari’s father was gone.
Cancer claimed his final breath, but the disease had been nourished by years of hidden wounds—bruises and unspoken pains from a cruel captivity before Amari understood loss. His father’s body weakened, yet he smiled often, carrying quiet strength until death finally wrote his name.
Amari was sixteen when the earth swallowed his father.
From that day, childhood left him forever.
Becoming a Young Warrior
Before his father’s death, Amari had been a quiet, observant boy. He fetched water, helped younger children, and listened closely to elders’ stories. He spoke only when spoken to, but his eyes carried wisdom beyond his years.
After his father’s passing, responsibility arrived suddenly. There was no ceremony. No drum. Only the weight of adulthood pressed upon him.
Amari took charge of the household, worked the farm, and ensured his younger siblings never slept hungry. He rose before the rooster and slept long after the crickets sang. When grief tried to bend him, he stood taller. When despair whispered, he answered with action.
The elders noticed. They saw humility, courage, and wisdom in his calm demeanor. Even the youth respected him, and young women admired his strength and moral restraint.
Amari never sought praise.
Praise followed him anyway.
Envy in Kafue Village
Admiration in Kafue Village could be a blessing—or a curse.
Barika, a respected hunter, watched Amari with envy. His own son, Noro, lacked Amari’s wisdom and discipline, yet Barika believed Noro deserved the recognition Amari received. Each time the elders praised Amari, Barika’s heart burned.
“How can a boy with no living father rise above my son?” he muttered in private.
Barika smiled publicly and whispered poison in secret. He spread rumors, hinted at deception, and slowly nurtured hatred. When words failed, he turned to darker schemes.
The Maiden and the Trap
Among the village maidens was Zaina, soft-spoken, innocent, and known for her kindness. Barika approached her family under false pretenses, pretending to need help for farm work, while secretly planning her role in Amari’s downfall.
He promised gifts, instilled fear, and manipulated her trust. One night, he arranged for Zaina to be seen leaving Amari’s compound. Witnesses, rumors, and lies were all planted.
By morning, the village buzzed. In Kafue tradition, a maiden secretly visiting a young man before marriage was taboo—an offense believed to anger the gods.
Amari was summoned by the elders.
He spoke calmly, denying the accusations. He explained Zaina had only delivered food from her aunt, and that his younger sister had supervised the visit.
But Barika had prepared false proof: woven cloth said to belong to Zaina, and witnesses who swore they saw the two together under the moon. Fear gripped the elders—not of Amari’s guilt, but of divine punishment.
When Tradition Punishes the Innocent
The council debated for hours. Many elders wept, knowing Amari’s heart. They trusted his character. Yet tradition stood above all.
“To protect the village from the anger of the gods,” the chief announced, “Amari must be sent into exile.”
The crowd wailed—not for wrongdoing, but because tradition punished the innocent. Mothers cried, youths protested, elders lowered their heads. Amari stood still, his heart heavy but his dignity intact.
He did not curse. He did not beg. He only bowed.
Gifts of Tears and Blessings
On the day of his departure, the village gathered—not to shame him, but to honor him.
They brought gifts: yams, gold beads, livestock, clothes, tools, coins, and prayers wrapped in tears.
Amari’s exile became a procession of love. By the time he left Kafue Village, he was wealthier than ever—not just in possessions, but in favor.
He did not know where he was going. But fate smiled at him.
The Road That Changed Destiny
Beyond the forests of exile in the Kafue Plains, Amari met travelers, traders, and teachers. He learned new skills, heard new languages, and saw worlds larger than Kafue Village. Each step strengthened his resolve and sharpened his mind.
Exile was not his end. It was his beginning.
Epilogue: The Rise Begins
As Amari disappeared into the horizon, Barika watched from afar, satisfied. He believed he had won.
He did not know that some men rise because they are favored.
Others rise because they are forged.
Amari was being forged.
And this was only the beginning.
🔔 Teaser for Episode 2
“The Rise of Amari – The Path of Exile”
Where exile turns into destiny, enemies multiply, and a betrayed son returns stronger than the village that cast him away.
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