Inevitable

1. Amiah

17 January
Monday

Dear Amiah

I will miss you a lot. Six months is a long time you know...
I cannot believe you are so grown up. But I do believe you will grow more maturely, mentally, physically and most importantly, spiritually.
I, along with the rest of the family will be awaiting your return. Promise to write... That is the only way of communication isn't it? Anyways, enjoy your trip further.

Love,
Queen Anastasie Crimsborne of Imnodéa.

Mother. Why she does this, I don't know. I know very well she doesn't approve of this trip. My every decision is poison to her snobbish ears. I've only got my Father to thank for keeping her at bay. She won't stop at nothing until I come home won't she? This trip is probably the best thing that has ever happened to me. That is probably the first letter out of all five I've received wishing me luck.

Laying the letter aside, I continued unpacking my bags. Frustration tore from my fingers into my actions. The subtle folding of clothes turned into fast agitated movements. It was the thought of someone seeing me acting out that willed me to calm down

Breath. Everything will be fine. I chanted this to myself until I heard a knock on the door. Great. A distraction.

"Miss Amiah."
"Joash."

Joash was one of Imnodéa's best and most trustworthy messengers and administrators. He's been there since I was born. Our previous one, as my mom told me, leaked confidential information to the Sedgeton government. Joash has been like the grandfather I never had.

"I am here to discuss your schedule with you, Miss." He's dark chocolate skin wrinkled with the warming smile he shot my way.

"Very well. You may enter. Would you like some coffee perhaps?"

"No, Miss. I was actually thinking we take a walk around the camp and get to know a few people while I explain your duties."

"Well, we best be on our way."

****

We took a long walk around the camp. There were apartments lined up next to each other. Each one was similar to the next. The apartments weren't the best, compared to the Imnodéan apartments. They were pretty decent if you ask me. They had good sense of style. They were built in such a way, that they acted as an outline of a square.

In the center of the 'square', were several wooden tables with conjoined seats. All under 6 different Gazebo's. You could almost say it was built in a 'homestead fashion'.

"Here is where we eat breakfast, lunch and supper," Joash said.

"Snacks can easily be purchased at the cafe, which we are yet to see, but otherwise here, you eat breakfast at 9am, lunch at 1pm and supper at 8pm. Any in between meals, like I said; café."

According to my research, this camp, Doctors International, only finished being built last June. The best nurses, doctors, teachers etc were recruited. Most people came here seeking medical attention from the best of the best in Zimbabwe. Imnodéa is one of their sponsors. And so is Sedgeton. A neighbouring country of Imnodéa. Where I'm from.

Instead of a seventh Gazebo, was a small square building. A small sign hung above the door reading: 'kitchen'.

The grass was fairly short, but shorter at some places to create a "road". The path way, about 40 metres wide, caused a division between two different apartments. We walked along that green path for about five minutes before we reached a long horizontal building with a wooden door in the centre.