Genre: mystery/crime
They would find me, they always did, this is the first place they would look; the quiet before the storm.
Sitting at the edge I watched the world below, it’s so easy to imagine I was the only person alive. That is why I came here, for the solitude and the view, it was a bit of a steep climb but not impossible. Having grown up in the city, mountains were fascinating, well this wasn’t a mountain really it was just some granite outcrop jutting out of the ground.
They have secrets these mountains, they had watched over our ancestors long before us, and long after we are gone they would watch over our descendants and they would not miss us. Zanje, the one looming in the horizon, is shaped suspiciously like a textbook volcano, geologists say we can’t possibly have those here, but there it stands. In the dry season, it smoulders, wisps of smoke come out and as if on cue that’s when the rains come dousing the flames, and so it has always been; according to my grandfather.
I heard voices behind me, they had found me, the storm, it starts. Sighing I turned to face them,
“yes it was all my fault”
Preemptive admission of guilt, I hoped that would count in my favour.
“The head wants to see you”
Being summoned by the head was a big to-do. Jimmy was the headman of the village, he answered only to the chief and I had let the cattle I was supposed to be herding, graze in his fields. It was never intentional, the fact that it was he, who tasked me with herding duty and I sort of disliked him for it, that was merely coincidence.
Jimmy the headman had said that living in the city, had made me forget the way of my people and challenged me to prove it by herding the cattle for a day. I accepted the challenge, “How hard could it be?” I asked myself, after all my mobile phone had signal and I had Google on my side.
It was easy enough, at first, all you did was whistle and wave your hands about; the cows knew where to go, most of the time. Just make sure they do not eat from anyone’s fields, that was the only rule that mattered, well that and the one about not losing a single cow from the royal herd. I herded them to the pastures and I found a nice shady spot to sit, taking out my phone, I saw that had good reception and decided to log into my twitterbook. Social media is like the Hotel California, you can log in anytime but you can never ever leave, I thought I would only be moments but I only looked up when a figure appeared. I was shocked to find that it was much much later during the day. “Malume, the cows are having a feast in the headman’s fields”
With a calmness belaying the turmoil, I felt within I said “Quickly, go and drive them out, then herd them into the kraal then come and fetch me. “
I walked a long way and then climbed, that is how I got to be where they found me, to tell me the headman had summoned me. I knew what he would say too, “Crime and punishment.”
My grandfather had been the chief and before him his father, my father would have been chief but instead, he had preferred to live in the city in what he called the civilized world; I could be the next chief but what sort of chief would I make barely able to herd cattle, how would I lead the village flock, I could barely speak in the language of my fathers and Jimmy the headman he wanted to be the next chief, he was ambitious.
In the distance there was a rumble and turned round to that; the mountain, Zanje, had begun to smoulder, it would rain today, it always rained when the mountain smouldered.
~The End
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this week’s entry #blogbattle
*This may or may not be purely work of fiction partly or totally based on events which may or may not have happened*
~B
I blog quite often and I really appreciate your information. The article has truly peaked my interest.
I will bookmark your website and keep checking for new details
about once per week. I opted in for your RSS feed too.
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Thank you for stopping by and glad you found something worth returning to ^_^
Cheers
~B
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Great disclaimer at the end. 😉 Hey! What’s with Google showing up in both our stories. Who would have thunk it? Wild… I love the idea of the mountains having secrets. They have seen so much. And “Social media is like the Hotel California”? That. Is. Awesome. 😀 If you don’t tweet it, I’ll steal it from you and tweet it myself! (Giving you credit of course.)
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tweet it tweet it
if you tweet it I’ll retweet it ^_^
I noticed the google reference thing , coincidence much ha! *WIlD*
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I really like this piece and the accompanying photos.
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^_^ I took them myself, well except the one I am in obviously hahaha
Ta
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“nyaya iripano ihombe nekuti mombe dzenyu dzadya mumunda ma sabhuku” HAHAHA hookay ndaibata nyaya yacho. Great post.
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hahahaha i was thinking of this old econet advert…
~B
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Hahaha yeeeeeesss that’s the one I was thinking of too!
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Nice portrayal of a man caught between worlds. And the pics are lovely. 🙂
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the old world, the new world and the void in between
thank you for reading, havent seen you before hope you stick around ^_^
Ps i love the pics too
~B
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Brilliant! I laughed out loud at “Social media is like the Hotel California, you can log in anytime but you can never ever leave,”
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you are the second person to comment on the the hotel california…
i made it the ringtone for my phone notifications
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Reminded me of the time I was watching the goats, and they ate our neighbours orange trees.
Why my dad kept goats, I’ll never know.
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……but those goat intestines they do taste nice’ a delicacy all rolled around each other, I’d keep goats just for that
~B
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Your kids won’t love the herding experience
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what if I paid them hahahha
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Loved the notes at the end about it being true or not. Always leave us guessing 🙂
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I never kiss and tell 🙂
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Haha
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This really is a beautiful piece of writing. With that disclaimer I am curious to know how much is true 🙂
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thank you for the lovely comment and no one really knows how much, none of it, part of it or all of it could be true 🙂
~B
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Completely brilliant whether it is fiction or not. …well not so brilliant about the cows but brilliantly told 😉
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someone has to pay for the cows, someone always pays….
Thank you Candice 🙂
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I love cows 🙂
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To eat right??! And tell me not as pets 🙈
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A little bit of both 😉
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Less of as pets and more of as beef
🙂
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Yep, Twitter will suck you in and not let you go… And while you’re not looking some disaster has happened. You’ve done well in blending the old world and the new. And I like the disclaimer. 🙂 Makes you wonder…
Good photos too.
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so …addictive lol
Thank you, well I am a child of blended worlds hahaha the disclaimer leaves you wondering, you might thin k you know, you might know, but then again you could be wrong
I heart the photos ^_^
~B
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I was gonna make a comment to the Hotel California reference but I see other readers had the same idea. This was so enjoyable and I love the pictures.
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Glad you loved it Stephanae
The view is awesome and everyone looks like ants from up the mountain
~B
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I’ll bet. Even though we have tons of hills in Pittsburgh nothing prepared me for the real mountains in West Virginia – truly awe inspiring. The view in that first pic of yours is amazing though and I think it could put W. Virginia to shame.
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^_^ Ta
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It’s an amazing post in favor of all the internet users; they will get benefit
from it I am sure.
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I do not even know how I ended up here, but I thought this post was good.
I don’t know who you are but definitely you are going to a
famous blogger if you are not already 😉 Cheers!
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