The Holy Prostitute

d from their sockets. The mouth was agape. His white shirt and blue trousers were

. The shoe seemed to have been lost in an obvious struggle that had preceded the violent death.

the road had been trampled to the ground as more than three hundred villa

r and bigger around the dead body that lay 700 meters away from Mfyalawampata Primary School. Young and o

e of the villagers could even recognize him by the clothes he was wearing. Moreover, no one was

icemen jumped off the back of the vehicle. Then a female officer and male colleague dashed out of the cabin. The driver, Sammy, was fat with a

icknamed her iron lady.One of the officers who came off the back of the vehicle

until they confessed how they had allegedly stolen. As far as Sykolo understood

and black knuckles. He loved bundling suspects into police vehicles

d by the gradually growing crowd. The five uniformed police officers who were also wearing

or respect for the dead. Mfyalawampata residents wondered how the officers would grab a body li

d Ranger car which they suspected to have been driven by the deceased. Farrent drove that car. The vehicles moved on until they reached

eters north of Kabwe city to Ibenga hospital in the Copperbelt Province where postmortem

gly sliced the body open to expose internal organs, including the brain,

the throat and belly, sliced liver, four cuts on the small intestines ,two broken left

ucks and cars slowly flowed towards the nearby graveyard where a br

at they would not view the body because of the ho

e the grief of losing the man who was in the coffin and about to be disposed of in the open pit. One thousand men, women and children sorrowfully loo

deserve to die like that. He was not a cri

veled and hoed soil into the pit until a mound was formed. Mourners wept louder and drowned the sound of the implements hitting the ground. That vigorous dusty activity showed the mourners that it was all over. They had lost their beloved man to the soil

ircled the grave and sang a song before a man dressed i

while the mourners were still praying. Mourners hurried towards the vehicle by which each individual had

with various objects on top; ranging from broken cups, plates, plastic bottles dry flowers and c

em at all. Therefore trees stood there just the way mourners had found them. They seemed to look o

it was dry season, it was normally dry and short. That time th

the bush, including the graveyard. Streams continued flowing too. The weather continued as usual. People’s normal

it was day or night. They were unaware of whether it was Monday or Tuesday. The dead people just lay in that eternal darkness and rested. Sorrowfully, reality was inev