crime story where a good man’s loyalty is tested to its limits.
Michael Kieh is a full time faith representative serving the needs of
some of the 80 million passengers, but circumstance and evidence
point to his guilt. His struggle to prove his innocence leads him on
a charged journey that pitches love against revenge.
mate. When she confides a dark secret, he is motivated to redress a
heart-breaking injustice. Together they must battle against powerful
forces as they edge dangerously close to unmasking a past crime. But
Michael faces defeat when he chooses to protect a young witness,
leaving him a burning spirit in the darkness.
the Liberian civil war. Protected by a kind guardian, he too was a
young witness to an atrocity that has left a haunting legacy of
stolen justice and a lingering need for revenge. More poignantly
there is a first love cruelly left behind in Africa because of the
impossible choices of war. When Michael and his former lover find
each other once again they become formidable allies in proving his
innocence and rediscovering their lost love.
into a plot that packs intelligent themes and emotional depth into a
twisting, page turning read. – The Book Bag
Burning in the Darkness will prove to be difficult to put down. –
Young Foday Jenkins spied a curious sign at the far end of the concourse. The seven-yearold
weaved his way through the hurrying travellers with their trolley-loads of suitcases.
There were airline pilots and cabin crew walking briskly towards their international flights
and armed police strolling like fortress watch guards. A rainbow glistened in the eastern sky
beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass walls, watched in wonder by the frustrated passengers
whose flights had been delayed by the ferocious summer storm. A charcoal wash of
lightning-filled rain clouds shrouded the distant city outline.
Foday arrived at the sign. It was a matchstick man or woman kneeling, praying.
Beneath it there was an entrance of two heavily frosted glass doors. He pushed them open
and stepped inside. When the doors closed behind him there was a nice silence. He was in a
room, maybe twice the size of his classroom, but it seemed so much bigger because there
were sacred symbols from all over the world and holy words on the walls and little statues,
and it wasn’t brightly lit in here like outside, yet it wasn’t so dim that it was scary. The
duskiness made you look. There was a lovely smell in the air, the scent of a faraway country.
There was a row of electric burning candles that could be switched on for a handful
of coins. There were six happy photographs of teenagers from all over the world tacked to
the wall above the electric candles. One of the happy faces looked like his older sister
Ameyo. She smiled that way. Uh-me-yo. This is how Mummy said it. There were
handwritten notes stuck around the photographs with words like Please remember. Foday
wondered if the person who wrote one of them had been crying because the ink was
On a cloth-covered table there was a visitor’s book. Foday wrote his name and
address: Foday, 19 Bletchley Avenue, London NW22, UK, Europe, The World. He added I
really like this place.
Over on the other side of the church, tucked around a corner, there was a wooden
playhouse. A sign outside the door read: If you want a priest to hear your confession, press
Foday turned nervously when he heard the loud sounds of the bustling concourse as
the church doors opened. He could see a silhouetted figure against the gleaming frosted
glass. The figure focused into a heavy man walking down between the seats. He stopped,
agitated and sweating.
‘Are you lost?’ the man asked.
Foday knew he shouldn’t talk to strangers.
‘Where’s your mummy or daddy? Are they with the priest? Are you alone?’ he asked
Foday pressed the button requesting a priest to take confession
TV. He is a single father with three beautiful children. He studied
English and Philosophy and then post-graduate Film Studies.
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