The Shattered covenant
The Shattered covenant:When Promises bleed lies The rain fell in heavy sheets over the Aberdare Forest, turning the earth to mud and the whispers of the wind into the moans of the dead. Kilui wiped the water from his brow, his fingers trembling—not from the cold, but from the letter crumpled in his pocket. "The war is over. Lay down your arms. The new government will protect you." He had laughed when he first read it. Protect them? After all they had done? After the nights spent in the cold, the comrades lost to British bullets, the villages burned for harboring them? The Mau Mau had bled for this land, and now—now that the Union Jack was coming down—the very men they had fought beside in the shadows were telling them to disappear. "Kilui!" A voice hissed from the trees. Mwangi, his oldest friend, emerged from the mist, his rifle slung over his shoulder. "The others are waiting. We move at dawn." Kilui hesitated. "And if they’re lying? What if this ...