
Petulance. Petulance is a vice that often culminates to eternal guilt. When handled nonchalantly, the vice induces a lachrymose drama, more like the typical vidalia onions. Such was the case for Briony Tallis.
After a long spell of rain and wind in the summer of 1932, Briony witnesses her elder sister philandering with a son of a servant. Out of ingenuousness and her precocious imagination, she takes a decisive action that brings about a crime that would change all their lives. The crime, whose only remedy is atonement, rages through the chaos and carnage of World War II and way towards the closure of the twentieth century.
As a corporal, having been conscripted into the British army during the second World War, Robie Turner’s prospect was a rebirth, a triumphant return. He envisions himself swaggering again on the promise of life. But visions. Visions are the pieces that hold us together, that help us to carry on especially when we are right at the combat zone of the fiercest of battles. Many are the times we achieve them. Notwithstanding, at times they remain to be visions, safely stored at the innermost vaults of our minds.
“Here’s the beginning of love at the end of our travail. So farewell, kind friends, as into the sunset we sail.”
Robert Ouko