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Chapter eight
The match
It was obvious that Maria was not getting away from the snare of being pinned on being a thief. Everytime she opened her mouth, it seemed like she was putting herself in more trouble. Her tears were in vain. Sister Mary was not moved by her cracodile tears, as she( sister Mary) described Maria's crying. She was even tempted to slapping her but tried to control herself since other nuns were watching, not that she was shaken by the fact that they were looking at her but she was trying to act as professional as possible. Deep down in her heart she wanted to sort the matter by getting physical with the little girl who was already about to wet herself because of the pressure she was in.
"Not a fat chance, you are not gonna get away with this nonsense of yours", said sister Mary as she left the room. Everyone had no clue where she was off too. The only thing they were sure of was that she was not going out for a good cause. Maria f
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What happened to Sunday"Maria Sunday! Ma-r-i-a-a-a! A sharp hoarse voice followed by an echo, screamed at the far end of the hallway at St Paul's Mission orphanage. It was four thirty in the morning and sister Mary who was a matron at the orphanage was doing her routine check-in. She had a huge roster book in her hand and carried a large torch with the other. The hall was of gigantic size and was creepy too. It was an old church hall that was built in stones and has been there for ages. Some old members of the community were not even born when it's walls were erected. It has been serving the community for almost a century and was a plan of a first missionary evangelist ( father Michael Hendricks) who arrived in the community to be their spiritual leader. There were even rumours that the old hall was haunted by a ghost of an old nun who died of colon cancer many years ago. This former nun was a darling of the community and would visit all the members of the co
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The next stopThe military trucks were heading off to the location where the battles were taking place. They were deployed there to maintain peace and order. They were told that the rebellions were hunting down the victims even though it was already midnight. There were dead bodies and injured people lying around helplessly. The nuns and the volunteers from the red Cross army were there to give help to the destitutes and injured people with the help of the soldiers who were assigned to oversee the whole situation. The dead bodies were taken to the local mob for later mass burial. The children who survived the battles and were left without parents were taken to the Roman Catholic Mission where they were packed in an old hall as a safe house. The local organisations and the Red Cross Army donated food parcels, clothing and mattresses for the children to eat and sleep.Maria woke up in a mattress next to the two other girls. She looke
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Karma will pave the wayMaria woke up quickly and made up her bed. She just folded the blanket, rolled the mattress and grabbed her coat and gumboots. She put on the big cowboy hat and it made her look like a shepherdess. Sister Mary gave her an axe to chop some wood so that she could be able to make fire. The big black pots were already filled with water to cook the porridge. She chopped the woods with trembling hands. It was so freezy and the frost was covering the surface of the ground. Her hands were frozen and it was difficult for her to continue with the chopping but she had no other way to avoid her duty.Tears started to roll down her face as she was struggling to continue with the chopping. Her father used to do that when her mother was about to make fire. Now it was her who was doing all that work. She knew if she took a long time to finish the chopping, sister Mary would be on her as there would be no porridge for children to eat before t
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