I always trust my instincts,they have never failed me. I had a bad feeling about those guys from the moment I set my eyes on them. There was just something odd about them that’s why umupashi wandi walinkanya ukukonka.
I was scared something might have happened to Lulu. Maybe those guys have killed Lulu and Naomi. I couldn’t think of anything else but that. I cried like a baby craving for mamas milk. My phone rang, it was Charles telling me he was outside.. I rushed out like a mice running away from a cat. I got in the car, we drove off. I kept on calling the numbers and they were still off. We passed through arcades to fill up the tank. You know how these big machines are. They are just posh and luxurious but fuel consumption is something else,its the devil’s son.
After that we started off to Kafue. We were going without any directions on where to start from. We just went with our faith in God. I was calling Lulu’s number and that stranger’s all the way. After numerous attempts. It went through.
Me: hello Lulu where are you? Charles and I are on our way to pick you. Please tell us exactly where you are.
The line cut before I could even finished my sentence . . . . . I tried calling again but nothing. I didnt think of anything but death. I knew that I had lost my Tonga friend. We women are so emotional, I dont know what element God put in us which doesnt allow us to keep calm. We are different from our men.
I started crying on top of my voice.
*****Mayo ine. . . . Lesa ndubuleniko nemwana wenu.
*****Mayo inkabeba shani abantu ine mwe lesa wandi
*****Lesa mwandekelesha nemwana wenu
******Finshi nachita ine sure. Iyo chafina ichi
**********Mayo ine nkalanda shani ku bantu.
********”Mayo mayo imweh iye iye iye ine seni mumone.
*****Chapwa ine. . . . Lulu wandi ine surewafye.
You see that’s the problem with us women. Instead of thinking of what to do, I was there crying on top of my voice.
Charles told me to stop crying and be strong for my friends. Kwisa!!!!!!!!!!!!! did I stop crying, it was as if he added petrol to the fire. . . . . . . . . This time I went louder. . . .
***Eeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Ba mayo ku mufulira uko inseni mundubuleko nemwana wenu.
****Lulu iweeeeeeeh walufyanya. . . Wanjipaya ine.
Am sure Charles noticed it was just a waste of time talking to me. He got my phone and continued calling that number while driving.
We had already joined the Kafue road when someone picked up. Charles gave me the phone because he could not understand the language the caller used.
I got the phone and talked to the stranger.
Caller: ndimwe bandani?
Me: Ndine mwila. Muzanga eze anitumila phone pa number iyi.
Caller: ohhhh madam ndimwe.
Me: yes please.
I asked him to kindly use Bemba or English or else we weren’t going anywhere. . . dont get me wrong. I dont know Nyanja that much. I wasn’t going to waste time on that call..My friend was in danger and she needed me badly.
Caller: Right no problem I spoke English but not very good.
Me: ok thanx… Where is Lulu?
Caller: madem me is not truly sure.. . I find two woman on the road from my way to check chibili for my charcoal.
Me: when is that and is the two woman near to you.?
Caller: no is not close near to me.. . . Is take them to my sister house to next village from me.
Me: ok ?
Caller: Just I giver her my phone to use for generosity when said is from Lusaka,dumped in the bush and standard.
Me: will give you big money if you help me. I give too many monies.
Caller: really madem. No problem. Your sister is save with my biggest sister home from me.
Me: dont switch off phone I come now. I meet you where?
Caller: let me walk to the road, I stand inside the road. You see me because network is bad and skipping.
Me: just stand along the road. What clothes color is you have on your body.
Caller: White shat and brown trouser . . . I go road and I stand inside road with my nigger friend.
Me: ok I find find you soon. I drive big white car.
This was going to be the longest night of my life. I told Charles to drive slow and look for two guys along the road. We drove for about forty minutes but nothing.
We drove close to an hour and I saw something on the road. O.M.G this guy wasn’t joking when he said he will stand in the middle of the road. We drove slowly and there he was. Charles told me to fasten my sit belt,in case those guys were thieves. We got closer and the guy waved for the car to stop. Am sure other motorist using that road suffered that night. He must have stopped almost every white car that passed.
Charles parked the car from afar, got a pistol and put it in his back pocket. He asked me to remain calm and stay in the car until the coast was clear. I asked him how he was going to manage to communicate with them. He said speaking broken English won’t be that much of a hustle. He asked me if I knew how to drive, I told him I only knew how to drive my father’s Corolla not big cars. He told me to do whatever I can do and drive away if at all anything happens to him. Shame some people are so sweet hey .. . I’m the one who put him in that situation but he was more concerned about my well being. He walked to the two guys and after some minutes he signalled for me to come out. I got out and followed them. The guy told us that the girls were at his sisters house.
°°°°°°°°We all got in the car. The guy directed us to our left and we drove in some gravel road, North from the main road . I was scared as shit,going to unknown places in the night. After driving for about 20 minutes. We got to a small village, the guy asked us to park the car and walk. I asked him why, he said we were in his village. We now needed to walk to his sister’s village and the route to his sister’s village was small. It can’t accommodate a big car unless a bicycle. We did as instructed. Charles whispered to me •••be brave my dear God is in control, he won’t forsake us •••. We parked the car and walked to the same village. Charles held my hand tightly and asked the two guys to be front. It was dark, I had to use my phone’s flash for light. It was very quiet we could only hear the cries of different insects and birds. I looked at my phone and it was almost 5 o_clock in the morning. I was tired and was about to give up until we got to the village. We walked to some small hut made up of mud and grass roofing. The guy called out for his sister. She asked who it was and he replied back saying ndine Mwanza. That’s when I even got to learn of his name. The sister came out and he explained to her who we were. I asked were my friends where. She asked me to accompany her inside the hut. The door was so small that I had to bend down for me to get in. I got in and found Lulu and Naomi sleeping on a dirty dusty floor wrapped in a toned blanket. Seeing them like that made me shed tears. Lulu woke up and rubbed her eyes. . . . . .
Mwila she shouted.. . . . . . Bushe ndelota. . . . . . her screaming woke poor Naomi. They stood up and both jumped on me,we cried together. Lulu said a short prayer praising God for seeing them through. I turned to Mwanza’s sister, i knelt down on my knees and thanked her for giving them shelter and I promised to help her in any way she wanted me to.
When we went outside, I could see the relief on Charles’s face. It was clear dude did a deep sigh. Lulu hugged Charles and thanked him for coming to their aid.
It was already 5:30 in the morning and the sun was already out. We all walked back to Mwanza’s village. Lulu couldn’t stop telling me how grateful she was for everything I did. When we reached Mwanza’s village,Charles went to the car and got a bunch of Kr100 notes,he gave to Mwanza and his sister. He got some more and gave to Mwanza friend. It was a lot of money, Mwanza’s sister refused to get it adding that it was too much for her. I assured her that it was ok and that I would be offended if she didn’t get it. She finally agreed to get it. Mwanza asked Charles for the hood he was wearing and Charles took it off, handled it over to him. He was very happy,he came to me and thanked me. I thanked him more and asked him to save my number and call me whenever he and the sister wants to come to Lusaka or when they need something. We said our good byes and started off.
Mwanza accompanied us to the main road. I looked at my two girls who had fallen asleep.
I said a silent prayer to thank the man above. After all that he did for me that night,I needed to talk to him personally. I looked at Charles and I thanked him for all the sacrifices he made to help me out. Friends like him are a rare specie. . . I asked for permission. . . . to dose. . . Charles continued chatting with Mwanza. He found him funny and loved his personality. . . Anyways who wouldn’t. . . Mwanza was a down to earth person. Not forgetting his great English,he really murdered it. God bless Mwanza. . . I dozed off listening to their story. . .
When we got to the main road I could see Kafue town from a distance. Our new buddy got off and we drove back to Lusaka. . . . . .. . I fell asleep along the way. .
The next thing I heard was Lulu screaming on top of her sharp voice “Please dont kill us” . . . . . when I opened my eyes. . . . . I couldn’t believe my eyes. . . . . . . . . .. .
Couldn’t things just get better even for a second.
(Ichalo champesha ine. Kwati nafilwa.) Ghanian Language