Once upon atime in Somalia by Evans Egualeona (phonics reading books txt) đ
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A friend I so cherished and loved in my thoughts without a spoken word to her because of fear of rejection and comments by people. One whose heart belonged to another, a man i so respect and called friend amongst friends. If it were to be true, what would be said of me by my folks back in the state? Would I still be known and called friend or would i be known as a traitor and betrayer. I couldnât think clearly. I was tormented in my thoughts, anxious to know who my secret admirer was. To make matters worse, Nadifa refused to tell.
We drove for about an hour in the desert road and then suddenly the truck in front of ours stopped
âWhoa, why are we stopping? Peterson asked
âI donât know,
âI think itâs because the truck in front stoppedâ I replied stunned
As we spoke, the driver and others in the first truck came down, so we had to come down too, to verify what might have been the problem
âWhy did we stop? I asked
âThe truck is badâ Nadifa replied
âWhat!
âNo, way not today
âThis canât be happeningâ Peterson responded
âWhatâs seems to be the problem with the truck? I asked
âWe donât knowâ Nadifa replied
âIs there gas? Stephaney asked
âYes there is, it just stoppedâ Nadifa answered
âCan we fix it? Stephaney asked again
Nadifa walking towards the bonnet to open it, she answered
âI donât know, until we figure out what the problem isâŠ..
âSo what do we do now? Peterson asked
âYou guys should move along,
âYou take the wounded along with you using the other two trucks,
âI will stay behind with Nadifa and four of her men until we get this truck fixed,
âWe promise to catch up with you guysâŠ. I replied
âAre you nuts?
âI âm not going anywhere without you Rambo,
âWe are going togetherâ Peterson responded
Turning towards me Nadifa said
âHey, you can goâŠ.
âWe will catch up,
âWe will be fine
[I chuckled] and replied
âNo, I am not going anywhere, I volunteered to stay
âAnd I am staying, I have told them we will catch up with them, you guys can go, and I will be o.k.
They all entered the other two movable trucks, except Peterson and Stephaney who were never going to leave without me
âStephaney please, you need to go with them, I will be fine
âWe will catch up with you guys, I promiseâŠ
As though my words held no weight, falling on deaf ears she walked closer to me and replied, with tears on her eyes
âI am not going any were without you, save your breathâŠâŠ
âEnd of discussionâ she replied as she walked passed me towards the bonnet of the truck that was broke down,
I turned towards Peterson
âPeterson? I called
âYou heard the lady; Iâm not leaving without youâ he answered
I felt so hopeless in my attempt to convince them to leave without me, so we all came to an agreement they stay behind but insisted Ratliff and Fatima go along with the wounded victims and other survivals but to their amazement, Fatima refused to go.
âHe is injured, he should go,
âI am staying behind and I am not leaving without you guysâ Fatima said
I was not surprised at her discussion because I expected it to happen, I was only afraid of the consequences that would follow. Ratliff who was stunned by the sudden decision of his wife became very unhappy with her and opposed her decision of wanting to stay behind; he was injured and expected she would be with him but her decision of wanting to stay behind sent the wrong message, making Ratliff very sad. As she tried to kiss and embrace him in comfort, sending a message that she will be fine, he walked away without saying a word into the truck as they moved.
Here she stood sobering and weeping, regretting- I thought -her decision of staying behind wasnât a good idea but never wanting to change her mind because it was already made up. As she wept, Stephaney went close by and embraced her with comfort. Walking passed me,Nadifa whispered
âI told you, she liked you.
âWhat! I exclaimed in great amazement and shock
Her whispered words made me more confused and uncomfortable, so I walked to Peterson
âCould I ask a consideration of you? I asked
âYes boss, anythingâ he answered
âCould you help he confirm from Nadifa, who the lady she talked about the other night was?
âWhy? He asked as he looks towards Fatimaâs direction
âOh! My Godâ He exclaimed
âI canât believe this,
âYou are in love with herâ he spoke in amazement
âLove with whom? I asked
[He chuckled]
âI can see it written all over you eyes,
âNo wonder she wept when she looked at you,
âYou are one sick bastard, [He chuckled]
âSo you are in love with her? He asked
âYes I am and I canât explain why, so donât border askingâ
âHave you told her? He asked
âNo I havenâtâ I replied
âThere are two kinds of people in this world, those that make things happen and those that watch them happen,â he said as he looked at me with a smile and then asked
âWhich do you want to be Lewis?
âI donât know,
âI think I am scaredâ I answered
âIn love there is no fear,
âThe older we get the more precious we are, you are not a kid, you just have to tell her how you feelâ he replied with a smile and a tap on my back as he walked away towards the truck that broke down.
We spent hours working on the truck without being able to detect the fault; we worked and worked until the night came gradually
âWhat do we do now? Peterson asked
âI donât know but we canât stay here? Nadifa replied
âWhat do you mean? I asked
âHassan will not be far behind now; he might have been tracking use for long,
âTrust me; you donât want to be found by himâ she replied
âYou mean the butcher of Baidoa? Peterson asked
âYes, the butcherâ she replied
âWhoa, great- so what do we do?
âYou guys heard what she just said; the butcher is behind, probably tracking us,
âGreat! Great!!
âSo what do we do Huh? He asked
âWe move on,
âGet all our belongingsâ I responded
âWhat!
âBut how? Peterson asked
âWe travel by footâ I replied
âFoot, on the desert
How great!
âYou heard the man, get your belongings
Wonderful!â he murmured as he walked towards the truck to get his bag
Fatima walked towards me and asked
âAre you sure we will make it on foot?
âItâs getting dark; and I donât think it will be a wise decision
âI understand but I am not ready to take any chances staying here, you heard what Nadifa said,
âThe butcher is not far behindâ I answered
So we packed all our belongings, the truck battery and head lamps of the truck and set off on our way to Mogadishu by foot. We walked for hours before we finally got to a point where we made camp to rest for the night. Where I sat close to the fire, Nadifa came and sat close by
âAre you ready to man up? She asked
âWhat? I asked stunned by her question
âI mean are you willing and ready to tell her how much you care about her? She asked
âYou mistake intentions,
âShe is married for crying out loud and the wife to my best friend and moreover I donât have feelings for herâ I whispered
âMarried? I never knew she wasâ she replied
âWhat do you mean?
âWho are you referring to? I asked as I wondered
âWho do you think am referring to? She asked
âFatimaâ, I replied
âAre you sick? Fatima is married, why should I think she desires youâ she replied with an obnoxious look on her face
âThank God,â I responded with great relieve
âFor once I thought you were referring to Fatima as my secret admirerâ I said
âNot at allâ she replied
âThen who were you referring to? I asked with curiosity
âStephaney,â she replied
âWow, you mean she likes me? I asked
âYes, and I know you share same feelings with her
âYes I do, the problem is, I donât know how to tell herâ I answered
âHow do you mean? She asked
âYou wouldnât understand,
âSometimes, when you are overcome by the power of love, you become speechless
It automatically turns you into a muteâ I replied with a smile
She turned towards me, hit a wood on my head and said with a smile on her face
âYou should be ashamed of yourself,
You mean you cannot tell a woman to her face you like her?
âItâs not that I canât tell a woman to her face I like her, is just that this is different,
What I feel for her is different, I have never felt this way beforeâ I replied
âSo you are in love with herâ she asked
âYes, I think soâ I replied
âYou think so? Or you know so? She asked
âSorry, I know soâ I replied
She lay down and looked upward towards the heaven and then said
âI was once in love,
âSorry?â I asked stunned
âAre you surprised? She asked with a smile
âYeah, I amâ I replied
âYou donât have to be,
I fell in love when I was fifteen years old with a man old enough to be my father,
It was a beautiful experience, one I prayed never to end or ever let go but as time went by after his death, I was getting further and further away, from all that I ever was. I felt lost, chasing a ghost I might never find but what I found I wasnât prepared for. Everywhere I looked; there was crime without punishment, hunger without food, and thirst without water.Every night was a struggle, and every meal a gift,
How could anyone love in such conditions?
But yet I fell in love,
I couldnât see the war, I couldnât feel the hunger nor was the thirst, and all I could feel was love and all I could see was my lover. But here you lay with the woman you love, cease this opportunity or forever be the foolââ she said
I really felt stupid after the conversation I had with her. A seventeen year old lecturing me on how to become a real man, it wasnât fun to begin with. As we kept chatting about love and its beauty, she brought out a picture from her left pocket, stirred at it for few minutes and kissed it, in tears.
Are you alright? I asked
[Chuckled] she answered, of course am not. How can anyone pretend to be alright in such conditions? She asked, Are you alright Doctor?
No I am not but am just trying to be positive. Maybe believe we could get out of here alive [chuckled] I answered
Is she a relative of yours? I mean the little girl in the picture, I asked
She gave me the picture, still with tears running down her cheeks and chuckled
Itâs my daughter Awa. She answered
What! Whoa! am so sorry, I didnât know you had a daughter.
Is she the little child you carried back in the camp?[stammering as I asked]
Yes she is. She answered
And I loved her as much as I loved her father Laâban
Oh! Laâban,
Your leader? I asked
Yes! He was the love of my life. He saved my life so many times even at the expense of others. She answered
I understand your pain. There is always that special one in every oneâs life. Go to sleep now, we have a long journey ahead of us tomorrow. I said
We both said goodnight to each other and went to sleep as the night came to an end.
In the early hours of the morning when I woke up, I found dead bodies lying on the floor. Nadifa, Stephaney, Peterson, and Fathia were all gone. At first I thought I was dreaming. I was so confused and disturbed of what might have happened to them all a night before. I had no noise, there were no gunshots that could have awaken me that night to it all but yet blood and dead bodies lying on the floor. Bodies of the four men that Nadifa ask to accompany us when our truck broke down, with bullets everywhere. I was bleeding on the back of my head and at the
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