Late that night, after every mourner left, Kafui returned alone to the cemetery.
Dark clouds covered the moon.
The air felt unnaturally cold.
In her hands she carried an old traditional broom made from stiff palm fronds.
In many African traditions, brooms symbolize:
- Spiritual cleansing
- Protection
- Judgment
- The removal of evil spirits
But tonight…
this broom would become something else entirely.
A weapon.
At exactly midnight, Kafui laid the broom carefully across Boris’s grave.
Then she spoke softly into the darkness:
“My son… they stole your life with wickedness. I give you this tool. Sweep evil from the earth. Let justice follow them wherever they run.”
The wind suddenly rose violently around the cemetery.
Trees shook.
The dirt atop Boris’s grave trembled slightly.
Kafui did not run.
She simply turned and walked away.
And when sunrise came…
the broom was gone.
