The feeling of a thick rope painfully digging into my wrists and ankles did not revive me, neither was it the pulsating sensation at the back of my head throbbing at the pace of a tachycardic heart rate. It was, instead the familar smell of callaloo steaming on a gas stove and the earthly smell of the red dirt which paved the road that slowly coaxed me out of the darkness.
The bright light that flashed into my eyes as soon as I opened them did nothing to ease the headache that seemed like it would never stop.
"Are you hungry?"
The voice came from a tall figure by the stove. As the figure turned towards me I realized he was an older but equally handsome version of Perseus. He spooned some callaloo and rice together in a bowl and walked slowly towards me.
"You have been unconscious on and off for a day and a half, you must be hungry, eat this" he said.
Seconds went by with no answer from me and he took my silence as insolence.
"Fine, starve if you want, we will just throw your decomposed body right where we found you in the woods."
I loudly cleared my throat and said, "I can't exactly eat without my hands sir."
"Oh yeah, you're right, forgive me," he said.
He cut the ropes that tied my wrist together and placed the yellow bowl in my lap. The food looked so delicious and my stomach cried out in hunger.
"My name is Nigel. So are you ready to tell me why you were at the border of our tribe?" he asked as I hungrily inhaled the food.
"I got lost in the woods while I was hiking with friends," I said as rice grains flew from my mouth in a not so lady-like manner.
"You really expect me to believe that you were hiking with a dagger and a gun that we found in your boots while wearing full black in this hot weather? Do I look like I was born yesterday?" he asked.
"No, you look like you used to go to school with Jesus and his disciples." I replied.
I said that insult expecting Nigel to have an outburst and make an example out of me but all he did was make a deep sigh, tied my hands behind my back again and went out the door. With his absence, I now had time to really take in my surroundings and try to find a way out. I was in a small, but surprisingly very clean cottage that had a bed, a small couch, a box televsion, gas stove and from what I could see a bathroom at the far end.
With no weapons and no safe way out of this chair and out of this cottage, a sane person would just stay put until something comes up. But I was desperate and had no time to waste. So with no care in the world for myself I closed my eyes and violently threw my body forward to the ground in hopes that the chair beneath me would break.
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Redemption
Adventure"She will not be moved" After being overlooked, unappreciated and ostracized Remi Dankwa is back for redemption. But what if everything she thought she hated and had to conquer became everything she yearned to have? Join Remi on her road to redempt...
