THE MARTYRS Novel

The story of Abagana changed – that dewy morning of early January – when Mercy defied the harmattan cold and found her way to Saint Luke’s Convent. In her arms was a child, beautifully wrapped in a warm shawl. Mercy was a young and naïve mother; the one that was clearly unprepared for the responsibility of motherhood. Of course, she had known from the outset that conception was easier than raising a child. The task of bringing up a child was a difficult one and worst still, when one was a single parent. As it was often said, the mother who had no relatives always carried her child on her back while dancing. As she walked to the convent that morning, the weight and guilt on her conscience was heavy. What she had on her hands was a beautiful child, undeserving of the mistreatment she was on the brink of meting on it...