TAMED ✓ [Editing]

🌱| Far from home

The vigrous Shaking and Swaying of the Overloaded TATA bus as it wrestled against friction moving in and out of deadly potholes was enough distraction to wake Shenelle up.

From the look of things, The bus was feeble and it showed evident signs of "collapsing" the next minute.

It had inscription
"Assemblies of God,Ghana- Rural Ministries" written boldly. It certainly wasn't a commercial vehicle and one could wonder why it was used in this light instead of what it was meant for - The work of God!

The driver of the van was however unconcerned of all that, all he did was chew his long stick and Sing along to the indigenous song playing through the radio.

He was a skinny, old fellow and  wore a baggy and faded jeans trouser with a brown singlet...... Specifically the "I was once white kinda singlet". He had a locally woven smock hat on his head which complimeted his look completely.

This old fellow had a funny demeanor and one could easily see he was care free! Watching his skinny body move side to side to the rhythm of the drum beats provoked Shenelle's sleepy eyes. How she wished she could throw him a punch to keep quiet, but hey, Why kill someone's joy if you don't have any?

Shenelle POV
I reach out for my jacket and wear it over my pink linen crop top. I finally feel, some warmth and I am grateful for that.

How I wish I could get some hot choco to go with this!
This place feels like Alaska! It's extremely cold So sad I don't know where this is? I've been sitting in this bus for God knows how long! And I still lack the slightest idea where I am.

My mind can't stop whirling, I can't stop thinking about her, What exactly put her behind bars, mommy certainly isn't a crimal?  I am sure this was why she left me all alone in the hospital. But why didn't she mention anything to me? Mommy Walker your head is indeed strong! I just hope she is alright.

As I shift my eyes from the gaze of the rising sun I spot an old rusty signpost covered in dust. I adjusted my glasses for a clearer look. It read

Welcome to Kumbungu.

All attempts by the driver to apply the brakes proved futile, as the bus wouldn't budge!
It took the intervention of a young man who gave the bus a hot Chase and blocked the front Tyre with a large, solid Stone.

This was how we came to a halt.
I'm just grateful that our obviously worn out brakes didn't fail us while we hit the road.

There were shouts of joy from a quick crowd that gathered around us. The atmosphere was indeed a happy one as people met up with family, friends and exchanged pleasantries.

"Amaraaba!! Yimaraaba ooo!!!"
( Welcome )

I felt I was dreaming. This is too good to be true, First, I wake up in a hospital bed not knowing how I got there in the first place, then just when I want to breathe from all this dust of madness, Boom...I magically get teleported to an unknown place! How is this even possible?

I remained seated as the elated passengers dropped off one by one to reunite with their loved ones.

Things here were far different from the things i knew.

Looking through the window I realize that the women here were either clothed in long simple styleless dresses or a simple piece of cloth tied around their waists.
What surprised me most was all the women unanimously had scarfs tied around their heads. I could hardly see anyone with her bear hair or with braids or wigs or something.

I still remain seated with my huge jacket hugging my skin, observing everything.

"Aha n pagabilla bozugu ka a na ku jinda, abi mi ni ti paaya". ( My small wife why are you still seated, we've arrived!),the Skinny old driver walked up to me with smiles and enquired.