Preordained - Episode 2

Preordained

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Early morning sunshine could be perceived as its reflection bathed the entire village. The roosters wouldn't stop crowing. The flock of birds hummed up and about with melody. My calabash was tucked underneath my arm, as I trekked the bushy path, the stream remained a far distance away. Then again, it wasn't like I wasn't used to it. 

The rural life was typical, the routine was of a cyclic pattern, and whilst many had jet-off abroad, to have a taste of a life that was supposedly more interesting, I'd chosen to bask instead in the sheer simplicity of my territory.  

Though, deep down, there was that inkling of a life much more.. Frankly, it used to be just a mere thought; a fantasy, nothing more than a speck of the horizon . However, Mama Yahimba's tale of the Zonke Forest seemed to have triggered it even more, widening my sphere of imagination even further.

Of course, the forest was very well known. I could recall Mama's exact words on my very first day at the farm, when I was just seven years of age. The forest had been a distant kilometres away,  and she'd warned me repeatedly to back off, without any reason at all. Nevertheless, Mama Yahimba had already revealed why. Yet, it still wasn't plausible enough for me. 

There was a lot of aspect that remained vague, curiosity that needed to be quenched

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. After all, Mama Yahimba's tale had been on a particular point of view, how about the other? Did the Shape-shifters still exist? How was their lifestyle like? Or had they gone extinct? These were the same questions that'd flooded my thoughts all through the night, making sleep seem like a difficult feat, and yet, nothing. No theory seemed sufficient enough to fill in the missing gaps. My curiosity remained as thirsty as ever. 

Letting out a deep sigh, I sunk the calabash into the continuous stream of water, pulling it out, and with a gentle balance onto my head. 

The walk back home wasn't any different from the previous: long, quiet, but with an insignificant weight of a calabash-ful of water, and it was only once I'd poured the final batch into the drum that Mama's voice echoed throughout the small space. 

"Lulu, is that you?"

"Yes Mama," I replied instantly, dropping the calabash, and ducking into the hut. 

"I'll need you to go give Mama Yahimba this," She said, offering a nylon bag. And I'd peeped a little, not surprised at all to see the foodstuff. "Hurry, okay."

"Yes Mama," I whispered, before ducking back outside. By then, the rare sunshine seemed to have lost its essence, replaced by a thick cloud that promised an impending gush of water.

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. The weather at Zululand was bipolar, whilst villagers were already accustomed to its unpredictability. So, quickening my pace, I'd arrived at my destination in no time at all. 

Mama Yahimba was settled outside her hut by the time I arrived, scribbling onto the muddy ground with that stick she was never without. 

"Good morning Mama," I greeted, kneeling with politeness. "My mother asked me to bring this." I dropped the nylon bag right beside her. 

"Thank you my child. Make sure you also thank your mother for me," Her voice was barely audible: A result of her old age. And I could've sworn the goodbye was poised at the tip of my tongue, and yet the simple word wouldn't escape, not until I'd satisfied my curiosity at least. 

"Mama Yahimba, can I ask you something?"

Almost instantly, the elderly woman had sat upright, looking deep into my eyes for about a second or two. After all, I'd never said anything of the sort before, and I was certain that was the reason why she seemed baffled. "Sit," She ordered. I did as told. "You can ask me anything."

I really didn't know how to frame my thought into the most appropriate sentence, but I'd blurted anyway. "Can I maybe get a book, with a picture at least of the big dogs. I really want to know more about them."

And the old woman had nodded, but pretty slowly.

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