Makena’s head was craned back, eyes closed as she soaked in the day’s sunlight, her feet submerged under the steady stream of water flowing through her little garden. She was in paradise. Her nose pointed straight up to the sky; palms pressed behind her on the deck chair, she sat on, made her look graceful and ready to lift off and disappear from the world around her.
Makena’s moment of Zen was disrupted when she was tapped by an elderly lady, called Susana. Susana walked from village to village with a basket full of ripe and juicy mangoes. Makena didn’t feel like buying any, she politely declined and continued basking.
As Makena closed her eyes once again and pointed her head to the sky she felt a slight prick followed by drowsiness that she couldn’t fight, she was out.When she awoke, she was in motion on her back. The noon day sun was now scorching her face. She was on a stretcher of some sort on something, it wasn’t a car or a van, its movement was unusual. She used her hands to feel around, her hands were bound to the stretcher but she felt tough animal fur. And the stretcher became very wobbly when she struggled to break free.
“It must be an animal”, Makena thought to herself.
After an hour or so, it came to a stand still and she felt herself being unfastened, she closed her eyes and mouth tight to prevent herself from screaming. She was whisked down and thrust on to a shoulder. She didn’t want whoever these people were, to know that she was awake. Makena wanted to see where they were going to take her and listen in on what plans they had for her.
A scrawny man pointed north of where they were, there was nothing but shrub land. And the muscular bulwark who carried Makena began to jog steadily toward an unknown destination. Makena’s tummy began to churn. It started off with a bit of flatulence that had the man cough, and soon she began to throw up. Thud! The man dropped her to the ground after a few kilometres.
“Lady, I don’t know what ails you, but I can’t believe that a woman as beautiful as you could be so rotten on the inside. We’ll have to wait here for a while. I need to recover from the stench.” The man bent over, hands on knees and himself began to throw up.
This was Makena’s chance to escape, but instead she stared at the man in agony. She felt sorry for her captor. What was it about him that kept her there?