Power of Spirit

Chapter 6: Waiting in Transition

Things were changing. My changes resembled being calling into the principal's office. I hadn't done anything wrong, but was summoned for something. Something discreetly being kept from me. Others knew more, but no one was talking. They were talking, but not to me. Whispering their truths about the girl they had lost. I had to sit and wait. I was told, "Be patient, my dear." I sat and waited, as everyone whispered about me. How much patience would they parade around, if the circumstances were reversed?

Nyakeh didn't have to wait. Nyakeh was moving fast. The special gift from the village was more than an offering of gratitude.

"I think I need to hide it. I'm having dreams." Nyakeh was experiencing things he couldn't explain. "I see things when I'm not asleep. I don't like it!" This wasn't what he wanted.

"What are you seeing?" I wanted to know where his gift was leading him.

"I'm on a beach. I see a very beautiful woman and a group of people coming towards me. It's some type of celebration or something. Everybody is very happy."

"Does anyone look familiar?" Nyakeh never gave extra information. Our exchanges had now became a Q&A sessions. Direct quick questions was the only way to get anywhere.

"No, but I feel I know the woman. Can you send me pictures of yourself when you were younger?"

"Why? Do you think it was me in the dream?"

"I don't know. I'm just trying to figure out somethings." I could tell he was getting frustrated. "All of these things with the village women and Mr. Lahai have nothing to do with me! I don't know why I'm having these dreams. I need to speak with Mr. Lahai.

Nyakeh continued to have dreams. He confessed to hiding the gift some nights so he could sleep. Nyakeh still wouldn't tell me exactly what he was experiencing. I could only assume it was intense. Nyakeh's patience was getting shorter and shorter with me. Yet, I was told be patient whenever Nyakeh felt I was asking too many questions.

"I don't understand why Mr. Lahai is trying to include me in you peoples things." Just like some southern African-Americans, Africans made plural nouns, double plural. "I'm just regular Nyakeh! I'm not a part of your stuff! This has nothing to do with me! I'll go and get Mr. Lahai a phone, so you peoples can talk for now. I can stay out of it!"

It seemed like he was the one who need patience. I still reminded calm and took a deep breath. "If Mr. Lahai is here to help me, why can't he help you too?" I didn't know what Nyakeh was so upset about! He wasn't sharing any details. He was blaming me for things I had no control over. He failed to realize, I was being pulled to only wait. There was some big secret. People knew more about me than I knew about myself. I hadn't asked for any of this!

"I don't want to be involved! What Mr. Lahai told me is about you, not me."

"What did he tell you?"

"That's not for me to tell you. Just be patient. I don't have any parts in this. I was just here to connect you to him."

I left it alone.

I wanted to know more and Nyakeh wasn't helping. He was going through his own changes, so I let him be.

I wasn't having visions or dreams, but intuitively I was feeling and hearing things. The voice inside me would whisper answers to any question I asked.

Through all his frustration Nyakeh was able to get a phone to Mr. Lahai.

Mr. Lahai: Hello, Ndolagei.

Me: Hello, Sir. How are you?

Mr. Lahai: I am very happy to speak with you now. How are you and Nyakeh doing? I know things are changing rapidly for you people these days.

Me: Yes, things are changing. I'm OK. But Nyakeh is angry and doesn't want any part of this.

Mr. Lahai: You both are going through a transition. You both will change. He will be fine. He just has to understand something. Then he will be fine.

Me: Are you the man waiting for me?

Mr. Lahai: Yes, my dear and Nyakeh. He just has to remember.

Me: How is he involved?

Mr. Lahai: You should already know Ndolagei. Just ask herself.

Mr. Lahai never mentioned my real name. He only referred to me as Ndolagei, but it didn't feel weird or strange. It was comfortable. Mr. Lahai had plans for this Ndolagei girl. I was excited to see what all this was. But I was told once again, "Be patient, my dear. Wait."

Later that night, I remembered what Mr. Lahai told me.

You should already know, Ndolagei. Just ask herself.

I whispered to myself. Who is Nyakeh? The response was quick. I asked again. The response was even faster, coming before I could finish the question.

I heard my voice, but I didn't trust it.