She stood there, watching silently as the ancient ritual concluded, the fire slowly consuming the instrument of divine, supernatural justice, turning the blood and the wood to gray ash, permanently releasing her son’s soul from his violent, earthly mission.
“It is done, my beautiful boy,” Mama Kafui whispered softly into the night, a profound, heavy peace finally settling over her shattered heart as she watched the embers fade. “The scales are balanced. You may now rest in eternal peace. Your mother has obtained your justice.”
As the very last spark of the fire died out, a sudden, incredibly gentle, warm breeze swept through the cold, silent cemetery. It rustled the leaves of the trees and softly caressed Mama Kafui’s tear-stained cheek.
It felt exactly like a final, loving kiss goodbye from a son who was finally, truly free.
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