Have you seen her?

Yes it was uncle Mandevu who took me to the National youth service some seven years earlier for the mandatory Paramilitary Youth training .And yes i had undergone my fair share of the Tough Training. I had succesfully done the passing out Parade and had gone ahead to do my diplpoma im food and beverage Management in the same College. And now Out and about a bold tough Young hotelier.

Uncle Mandevu had in the meantime won the Greencard loterry and was now a happily American citizen having settled down in the Americas far off from Kenya our motherland. BUT we all missed uncle Mandevu. He is this very kind heart, generous outgiong and lavish. He must treat you to a hearty meal of Nyama chomas, Ugali and Kachumbari in his favourite joint KIKOPEY Right in the heart of the breathtaking Rift valley, having ferried you in his Four wheel truck labeled MIGHTY MANYANGA.

BUT guess what? uncle was visiting Kenya this summer with his newly found black Ameican girlfriend Sandra for Vacation at the Kenyan coast, and YES, i was travelling to the coast to meet them.

Then came this very anticipated date, eighth of july when i woud take the train from Nairobi labeled the SGR to the coast to meet uncle. And i hardley slept that night in anticipation. I was already booked in for the luxurious ride to the coast by five a.m that morning . I could not wait to meet uncle with his Sweetheart.

I was already seated on my Windowseat by seven a.m waiting for eight a.m departure. Then sat by me this beautiful lady obviously Ethiopia by her looks, beautiful in her flowing while Ethiopian garment, and there was these Uncontrolled goosebumps all over me at the sight and the close feel of this Angel,.

AND at eight on the dot we were off to Mombasa for what woud be a five hour journey. Here sat my angel who i had not even addressed not even with a simple hi, BUT i knew for sure is that there was sure chemistry flowing right across these two souls. BUT there was a Problem though.

The little angel was sobbing appearing to be in deep thought probably badly heartbroken and the sobbing went deeper as we went along. This is when i decided that i must introduce myself to her no matter the matter, "hi am jeff" hi nice to meet to meet you she said amidst sobs. I am celina she said in an Ethiopian accent.

She was a kind gentle, and gracious enough to open up to me. Cellina had visited her uncle in hurlingham and desperate for a job, she secured a caretakers place in her unlcls friends house in Nakuru a hundred miles from the city.

The family turned out very hostile and agrressive to her to point of physically abusing her. Celina decided to flee back to his uncle in the City who refused to take her in. With pain and heavy heart, Sweet Celina poured out her heart to me. She had just hopped into the train full of uncertainties not knowing what laid ahead. she had taken no meals for three days in a row.

I took my time to listen to her and what came into my mind is that i should take with me to uncle Mandevu and together deliberate way forward for her. I therfore told her my story. I was on my way to meet my uncle Mandevu. She could not to join me.

We had now travelled midway the first train stop and i decided to alight and grab a drink and snacks for us. She wanted to go along but i thought otherwise. I had just bought the snack when i heard an explosion. huge bang then smoke. and the next moment, i found myself i n hospital not knowing how long i had been here.

Whatever happened to Celina? What happened to this Sweet Soul?