Only 20% of the population in her village that Honesty saw as white. Among them were her parents and grandparents. The local priest was black to her. So she refused to go to Sunday service and nobody could make her.
"Honesty, the man is a holy man, he is our priest,"said her mother
"He has a black soul," replied Honesty
"Nobody can see soul,"
"I can."
Her mother made her father carry her to the church on his back, for her mother was concerned that her little girl's soul was possessed. Honesty screamed all the way to the church, kicking and fighting so hard, that her father gave up midway. He let her down and decided that he would not be concerned with anything regarding Honesty's soul anymore.
Until the age of 8, Honesty lived as she wished. Warm to the people she saw at white and hostile to those whom she saw as black. Despite her parents frustrations, it was a satisfying life for her. It all started to change two days after Honesty turned 8.
She woke up in the morning and her face turned white as if she had seen a ghost while all she saw was only her mother. She stayed like that the whole morning and refused to speak to anyone. Her mother dismissed the strange behaviour as another one of the child's antiques. But she continued to remain silent for the whole week. The second week something strange happened to her, as she lost her cognitive, motor and language skill. Her father called the village doctor but the doctor was not in, he had gone to help deliver a baby in the next village. By the time the doctor came almost 24 hours later, Honesty was gone. Her mother refused to have a postmortem examination. She concluded that Honesty had been born with severe mental illness and this was what had killed the child. They buried the child. Only 20% of the village people whom Honesty had seen as white attended the funeral. The rest were secretly glad that the sharp tongue girl had gone.
But the doctor, a respectable gentleman who was quite fond of the sharp girl because of her straightforwardness, was suspicious of the death. As a doctor, he knew that there had been nothing wrong with Honesty physically. She had been a very strong and healthy girl. She had had a special condition but it had done no harm to her physical health. He appealed to Honesty's parents to have a postmortem, but the idea left the mother hysterical. The father was indifferent. He was almost glad that the disturbed child had gone.
One night, unbeknown to anyone, the doctor dug up Honesty's grave and performed a postmortem. He found that the girl had had heavy metal poisoning. He knew that Honesty had been hated by 80% of the village population but it would take a very cruel heart to poison a child, especially when all she had done was shouting mean things.
The doctor thought long and hard about what he should do with his discovery. Finally he decided to put the matter to rest because to bring it into open would bring consequences for him. He had after all dug up Honesty's grave without permission. The good doctor wept for Honesty and prayed that whoever had killed the child would burn in hell in all eternity.
The doctor buried the child and left the cemetery shaking. Not more than ten minutes later, Honesty's mother arr
ived, tears in her eyes. She kissed the soil on Honesty's grave and said,"Forgive me my child, but in life there is no such thing as black and white."
A hand touched Honesty's mother shoulder. She looked up and found the village priest smiled warmly towards her. Honesty's mother stood up, only to fell on his arms and they kissed, passionately.
