A ray of light struggles through a pin hole on the ceiling less thatched roof

Casting a bright clear spot that betrays the rugged mud floor thereof

A green-bottle fly crosses the spot,  changes its mind and circles it

As if looking for something valuable that got lost when on the cow’s dung

At the last revolve, it makes a tangent and off it goes only to hit a barrel chest

The buzzing of the fly had caught the attention of the lady who did not hear the streaking sound of the door

Her eyes registered a shadow of remorse

“So, he is here?” her eyes seemed to inquire

From the chest her eyes moved up the stiff and stump-like neck to the long untrimmed, unkempt beard

She admired his dry lips for a second then the moustache

Then the eyes clicked, their eyes met

His eyes were moistened, like that of a wounded lion

Her gaze was more determined than then

He frowned

The fly sensing the frown flew off,

Then midway changed its mind came back and made a complete circle roundabout the barrel chest

Before perching on the door leaf

A dog runs in, sniffs at the man, stands on the hind legs and extends the fore- legs upwards

As if to greet the figure at the door with proper respect

Sensing it has been ignored; the dog retracts, wags the tail and barks off through the door ajar

The smell of burnt beans fills the aura; the lady turns sharply and makes for the cooking area

That was the only hope for the evening meal and now up in smoke it goes

“This man, this man,” the lady curses

She looks up while in her bent position

A drop falls on her lips

As the hand goes to wipe the lips, her eyes jerk upwards and more drops fall down

She saw it

It happened, he cried

It has been a long time since they ever ate together let alone talked

Where has he been? Her eyes betrayed her feelings

He put his finger at the center of her lips and helped her to straighten up

While holding her back by one hand he wiped off the tears that were running down wetting her round chicks

As if led by an unknown force they both looked at the bright spot on the floor

Followed the light upward and for a moment seemed to be looking at far beyond the thatched roof

Slowly he led her towards the ajar door; the fly flew off the door leaf

Her eyes resisting showing the warmed she felt, followed the fly

The dog came back running and wagged its tail in between the pair

And the trio walked on through the gate

The fly resumed its position on the cow dung on the way as her eyes now settled on the waiting crew

Arrayed in white robes

She gazed at him and he returned the gaze

A bright optimistic gaze

A sweet melody filled the air

As the crew sung a song of a new home

The pair were helped and carefully sat in the chariot’s cabin

A sweet scent filled the air

Then it hit the lady that he had gone to build a mansion for her

A magnificent home for her

Her heart was glad she waited

This is more worth than all the suffering she went through

Sure, it’s worth the suffering, the man said and drew closer to her

The dog at their side looked at them with blissful eyes

She closed her eyes and went to sleep with her head resting on his barrel chest

She was woken up by cheerful songs and what she saw could not be described in human language

“Your new home”, he uttered softly with a bright, broad grin, she just nodded tears of joy streaming down her chicks

Now and for eternity the pair will be together

And thus we will be with Christ