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The Curse.

He stood there looking at his kraal through the window of his house. Outside, the rain was beating his cows unmercifully. Every now and then,lightning would strike followed by thunder, and they would land in the middle of the kraal. Though he could hardly see the rain, he feared that his cows would be struck by the lightning. His doubt would be confirmed thirty minutes later. The rain stopped and Kensam jumped out of his house to the kraal, he could not believe what he saw with his naked eyes. Fifty heads of cattle lay there, neither moving nor shaking. He remained to count his loses as he cursed the rain.

———Stephen M. Mutuku———

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