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Beyond the Horizon -excerpt
“You cannot leave me here alone with that man,” she protested, keeping her voice just a notch above a whisper.
“He doesn’t have the kind of medicine that will suit you at hand. He is yet to look for and prepare it, and as I had already informed you earlier, I have got to be at the fuel depot by this evening, so I cannot wait for you.”
“I am not staying behind.” She said emphatically.
“You have to…you will be forced to stay if you really want what brought you here.”
She thought for a moment. “How about if we come back tomorrow when the medicine is ready?”
“Will you find your way back here from Moshi on your own?”
“You’ll have to bring me back. I’ll pay.”
‘I accepted to bring you here on the understanding that I would be free to go on my way after introducing you to the doctor.”
“But you did not tell me we were coming to such a wilderness,” she said impatiently.
“I warned you but you insisted – there is nothing to fear, you will be with other people…”
“Who?” She angrily flared up.
“But I haven’t seen a soul since we came.”
“They will soon be here. He has told me they are out in the fields…nothing will harm you.”
“You are free to come back with me if you don’t want to stay behind and wait for your treatment. I am not refusing but you never know…Once I arrive at the depot I might be instructed to proceed elsewhere straight away. You are not going to be here forever, it is just for a night. Tomorrow you will pick a bus to Arusha at the junction I showed you and be on your way home to have all the babies you’ll ever want in this world.”
Omar tried to reassure her by making the situation seem light. At the mention of the word babies, a wry smile fleetingly played on her face…just a night in this ghostly place is not a bad bargain for babies, she told herself…to have my own beautiful little things…! But there seems to be nowhere decent to sleep…she surveyed the surroundings again. I might stupidly walk away from a cure I have long searched for if I leave now…why not just wait and see what this madness turns out to be? I have been told he is a famous doctor who handles different people some of whom are very important. I have asked about accommodation and he has assured me that one of the huts is a special place for guests like me who at times must spend several days with him…
That gave her a little cheer, bolstering up the courage she was struggling to master. She conjured the picture of a comfortable bed in a secure and warm room, a picture that shattered immediately Omar left and the doctor showed her to a smaller hut a little distance behind the main house. It was dusty and bear with only a mat propped against the wall and a blanket hanging on the cross rafter.
“You will be sleeping here for the duration of your treatment,” the doctor said in a deep, coarse voice that grated on her nerves.
She was too shocked to believe her eyes and ears. Her mouth hang open but no words came out, and she immediately felt dizzily speechless. She wanted to scream and run away, but she simply stood and stared; feeling powerless, her bowels threatening to give way. She tried forcing herself to believe this was not true, to think that she was merely acting a role in a bad play, to assume that the doctor was simply playing a game with her, but she only felt confused, tired, frustrated and bitter. She merely felt like screaming to death.
“…so get inside,” she heard the doctor saying, her mind registering only disjointed bits. “According to my divination, you have come to me at the right time…moon is crescent…and so treatment will go on until full moon…”
What is this crazy man bubbling about moons for…? She wondered.
Though she seriously hoped to be cured, succumbing to such manner of bizarre degradation was far beyond her desperation. She opened her mouth to tell the doctor she was leaving, but then she immediately remembered being told that the only bus to Arusha passed this way once every day. She had to wait somewhere till the next day, but there was nobody or anywhere else she knew. Pain scalded her throat, choking her. Her head started buzzing then the meaning of what the doctor had said exploded in her mind…you will be sleeping here for the duration of your treatment…come to me at the right time…treatment will go on till full moon…She looked up at the sky patched with leaden clouds, at the man beating dust from the mat with a stick, at the hut, the silent compound, the secure fence…and she silently started saying a long prayer.
Tom, thanks for the intriguing glimpse into Beyond the Horizon. It sounds like a fascinating read that everyone will enjoy.
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