These pages delve into the dark passages in our hero’s mind. They reveal a shocking insight: discomfort, pain, and suffering.
There is a longing to feel relieved of the torture and struggle. Then, to experience safety and comfort.
There’s a need to be appreciated, wanted, and adored, even when these emotions have not been experienced. There is a cry for companionship and a fear of isolation.
Lost in the dark, it was black everywhere but nowhere.
Looking for the beginning in the emptiness of nothing with no end, his senses were heightened in the depths of the dark surroundings. He wanders with his hands before him, feeling his way through the blackness.
There is nothing but a jagged, cold wall leading to nowhere. He is only aware of the constant sound of the slow, reverberating echo of water dripping.
When he swivelled his head around, he saw a pinprick source of light shining bright. It wasn’t to his left.
It was to his right, and nothing was behind him. But the blackness of constant night. So, he advanced towards the light.
A cool breeze tickled the hairs on his skin, which was refreshing and comforting. He was moving closer, nearer, not far away.
The beam grew more prominent as he approached the light source; then the breeze blew with more force.
Cold water slowly rose above his sandals as he approached an entrance. He waded through the water.
Then, he walked into the blinding morning light. He paused for a moment to adjust his eyes to the daylight and then continued walking.
**Born Free**
The atmosphere was warm, calm, and a deep, aqua blue. A few fluffy white clouds drifted effortlessly across the sky.
Squawking seagulls swoop, glide, and dive into the wide river off a rocky shore. He looked behind to see a white chalk cliff stretching as far as the eye could see. He walked away from the cave entrance.
Then, he witnessed a scene in a saga that is a drama in our everyday lives. He watched soaring African fish eagles fighting for fish caught by a seagull.
As they swoop and glide in the air. In the future, today’s tomorrow is yesterday’s fight. It is a constant battle.
In the distance, a lion’s roar. A gentle breeze accompanies it with a whistle. Basking in the heat of the morning sun. A few crocodiles had their jaws gaping open.
On the opposite side of the rocky shore. A herd of elephants drank from the water’s edge.
Wildebeests gazed into the mud-brown river. Speculating whether it is safe to drink and jump in, or if it is better to wait?
Suddenly, the herd of wildebeests panicked into a stampede. A crocodile surged out of the murky water. Grabbing a calf by the throat with its gaping jaws.
The violent thrashes of water from the crocodile’s tail caused all the animals drinking to flee into the distance.
The young calf struggled for dear life, to no avail. It was dragged down to the murky depths, to be death-rolled and wedged between a rock.
It was left to tenderise and then devour at the crocodile’s convenience.
**Loving Eyes**
He walked around the bend of a winding riverbank. Magically, out of the heatwave, a dark, slender silhouette of a woman appeared.
Her afro hair resembled the leaves around the top of a tree. Her petite feet supported carrot-shaped legs that tapered up to firm thighs and curving hips, leading to her slim waist and prominent upper body.
She greeted him with open arms. As they meandered along the rocky beach, her elegant walk resembled a proud giraffe strolling on the savanna.
Her presence made him feel warm from within. He was happy to be in her company. Unusually, the white of her eyes made her brown pupil on the right and blue pupil on the left stand out clearly.
He was always mesmerised by the deep black hole in the centre of her iris. Her eyes revealed a concerned soul and a sweetheart.
Her radiant smile drove men wild. She had an adorable sense of humour, and her full red lips seemed to invite a kiss.
They never missed a chance to greet one another without touching lips. It wasn’t before time they chatted a rhyme and always ran out of time.
It was time to say goodbye. Similar to the parting waves from the riverbank, they waved goodbye, knowing there would be a high when they met again.
The following chapter continues with our hero walking around a bend into an open field.
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