Outside the hospital, Jhuni stood still, staring at the car where Anaya and Uncle James were seated.
He hated himself.
If only he could go back and undo everything. Regret weighed heavily on him, pressing on his chest like a boulder. He sighed deeply and began walking away, not knowing exactly where he was going—just walking.
The moment we stepped out of the car, we saw Jhuni walking away. Uncle James shouted.
"Jhuni!"
He stopped in his tracks and turned. Uncle James was already walking toward him, eyes locked with quiet urgency.
"Come with me," Uncle James said.
Jhuni followed him silently. They returned to the car. Seeing that we were almost leaving, I rushed back inside the hospital and went straight to the doctor's office. I knocked, and he asked me to come in. I knew visiting hours were over, and I didn't want to make things difficult for the staff.
"Doctor, Mc Carthy." I said, "since visiting hours have ended, we'll leave Ruth in your care. We'll come back tomorrow, God willing."
The doctor gave a warm nod. "She'll be well looked after."
"Thank you," I replied, and left his office.
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Inside the car, Jhuni sat quietly, his eyes glued to the window, lost in thought. Uncle James placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Jhuni flinched slightly.
"I know this is hard," Uncle James said calmly, "but we need to talk. Our lives are in danger, Jhuni. You were at Ghanaland—you've seen what's going on. Please, tell me what you know."
Jhuni didn't say a word. Tears gathered in his eyes. Guilt, pain, and a storm of memories blurred his vision. Uncle James saw the weight in his silence and gently patted his shoulder again.
"You don't have to say anything now," he said softly. "But please… don't wait too long."
I walked out of the hospital and saw Uncle James and Jhuni sitting in the car. Without wasting time, I rushed to join them.
Uncle James started the car, and we drove home in silence.
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Once we reached the house, the men sat quietly in the living room. I went straight to the kitchen to get some water for them.
When I returned with the tray, I placed it gently on the table. Jhuni picked up a glass, took a small sip, then slowly placed it down. The room was quiet.
Then he spoke.
"Assey isn't the real villain," he said.
Uncle James looked up, puzzled.
"There's a darker force behind everything. Assey was being used. He didn't act alone. He was a pawn… but that still doesn't excuse the harm he caused."
"What are you saying?" Uncle James asked, confused.
"I was attacked on my way here," Jhuni continued. "But I survived—and it wasn't by my strength. I had the holy amulet Aiko gave me. God protected me. That amulet… it's more powerful than we thought.
This prophecy—everything we've been through—it's not just about one person. It affects all of us. But Anaya holds the amulet now. She's the one chosen to carry it forward.
We have to go back to Ghanaland."
He ran a hand over his face, the weight of everything crashing back down on him.
Uncle James stood up abruptly, his voice rising.
"No! We can't let Anaya face this alone. Ruth is lying in the hospital! We don't even know if she'll survive the surgery. I can't sacrifice her too!"
I stepped forward and gently held his arm.
"Uncle…" I said softly, "I think you're starting to lose faith. But remember what God said—it's not His will for His little ones to perish. And no matter how old we get, we're still His children."
He looked at me, eyes tired and heavy.
"I know you're scared," I continued. "I am too. But maybe it's time. Maybe we need to face what's coming. Not by our own strength—but with God. We need to show them that our God isn't weak.
This battle—it's not ours alone."
Deep inside, I knew this next part wouldn't be easy.
It would be the toughest battle but with God, it would be the easiest.
But I also knew something stronger:
God is greater.