The Essence of Patience || A Story By Joseph Aimanesi Steve

“The feelings we get, the moments we experience, and the dreams we chase to live are all but a part of the risk of life that we must enjoy to be relevant. Patience is a gift. It can also be learnt to be exercised.”

                                -Joseph Aimanesi Steve


The lazy evening drew closer and closer on to us and it drastically left us as usual without saying a proper goodbye. And the night rolled in like hay balls gathered together from a dry mowed field.

Out in the entrance of  the woods, in a small patch of marshland, Kevin and I were sitted on a mat having a picnic like we always do. We were having some snacks and smoothies and we talked about our days at school most especially about the girls. Kevin had a classmate who obviously had a crush on him and always wanted to be around him but he avoided her. 

Kevin was my best friend. Yes! and he was so close to me that he could do possibly anything for me and for the sake of our friendship. He was an angel in a wolf’s skin, compassionate on the inside like a solemn and enchanting mantra song, but he looked so fierce and hardened on the outside. He got that a lot from other students at school but he didn’t give a damn. That’s what you get when you’ve survived a mystery of childhood experiences in a ghetto. 

Now, maybe a brief won’t be bad afterall, will it?

Kevin and I were from two different worlds, with a little different kind of childhood and lifestyle but we blended into each other like a thousand shades of fading grey, like two sides of a coin. Kevin was born into a family of five. His mom’s name was Marie. She was a hairdresser and a mini salon owner. She was so hardworking and I really didn’t understand how she managed to keep up with work and the affairs of her family. It was so amazing. Kevin’s dad was a proficient blacksmith who had a workshop in town . He made implements and weapons for the locals and foreigners in the town. He name was George and he was barely seen daily because he left for work as early as 5:00am and came back late. During weekends, he worked on the farm with Kevin and the girls.

They lived in a small cottage right in the outskirt of the town where the environ was serene, with beautiful ice-capped mountains, springs, a large fertile marshland where they farmed and large oak trees. The view always gave me the sensation of paradise whenever I visited them. Kevin was the oldest and he had two pretty little sisters, Mia and Collette. 

Mia was a 16 year old teenager, tender and kindhearted and her body looks so sweet for her age. She had this prominence of the African woman that I wish to be evergreen. She had a soft gaze and big beautiful dark eyes. Her long neck was like the cider of Lebanon, her slender waistline and her slightly large hips so perfect and complete like the reflection of a wavy blue mountain on the sea. Her hour glass figure always directed my consciousness to the essence of time.

But no! I didn’t give in to the temptations but I never hesitated to seize the moment to appreciate her elegance always from a distance. Collette was 12 years and so cute. I was puzzled about how cute she was. Science couldn’t explain that. Her high-pitched laughter was usually so contagious and her smile, mesmerizing. She was most of the time so adorable and welcoming. She had a little terrier dog that she named Luno. She loved her so much and spent her time playing with her anytime after school.

It was getting dark already. Then Kevin and I decided that I slept over at his place. Kevin didn’t want to miss dinner so we left for his home quickly, and it was about 4 miles away from where we were. We packed up our stuff then we mounted his bike and zoomed off. 

When we got to their home, there was a unusual loud noise coming from the house. It was Kevin’s Dad. He was protecting his family from a bunch of locals that invaded the peace of their home. They came for a deal. They wanted more weapons for free. Sadly, they’ve been visiting George at his workshop for a while, threatening and collecting implements from him for free.

Kevin stopped his bike and he called out to his parents, “Mom! Dad!”, as he ran towards the house. I followed him but I panicked like a shivering chick. 

As Kevin got closer, his dad asked the men to leave but one of them tried to harass his wife. George pushed him and then one of the men punched him in the belly and then in his face. “No!,” Kevin screamed as he reached to attack him but George stopped him.

Surprisingly, one of them grabbed Collette and took her with him into their truck and they drove off. Collette screamed for help out of fear. Kevin crazily grabbed his bike and pursued them.

I ran after Kevin screaming his name to stop following them. His parents were agitated and Mia cried for her little sister.

Kevin followed these men into the woods but he did care where he was going. All that he cared about was saving his little sister. Along the chase, the engine of his bike clogged and refused to go. He was frustrated and infuriated. So he continued the chase on foot. He ran till he got so tired and then he lost them. He stopped to take a break. He looked around and noticed that he had lost his way because it was already dark.

He took out his cell phone to help him see where he was going. He tried calling his Dad but there was no connection. Kevin sat under a pine tree and thought about a way out. 

The jungle was creepy and dark and the night was cold. He was a little scared of the wood because it was dark and of the noises of owls and crickets. Kevin realized that he was far from home but he found a place to lay his head through the night.

When the morning came, he continued with his adventure. Not with the search this time but to find his way out of the woods.

He walked through the day aimlessly and hopeless, hungry and thirsty, and unfortunately his cellphone died. All hope was lost.

Days passed and Kevin was still stuck in the jungle. He couldn’t find his way. He was starving and he looked emaciated and sick. Stained with dirt and stench.

He pushed on a little further and then he fell into a quicksand. He struggled to get out with the little strength he had but his body kept sinking. He stopped moving and looked to the sky, and as the sun pierced through the leaves of the trees, it reflected on his face, then he said a short prayer to the Lord to deliver him from his distress.

Then suddenly, Kevin heard strange voices in the distance, calling out his name. For a moment he thought he was dreaming, that he had gone into the light. He decided to bite his tongue to be sure that he was still alive. Then he struggled and turned to look at the direction where the voices came from. It was his Mom and some policemen. His Dad had gone to report at the nearby station and they formed a search party to look for him. He pushed his left hand through the quicksand and waved, he shouted, “Mom, over here! over here!!”. Marie saw him and called out to the others. They ran towards where he was to help him out. He smiled weakly as they got him out.  He was all dirty covered with mud. Marie hugged him as she cried. “I thought I lost you son”. I and Mia ran to help Kevin and then we took him home.

When we all got home, Kevin cleaned himself up and sat to have a nice meal. We all watched him as he ate. I smiled and made jokes about him. He laughed! He felt invigorated again. It was a shock for him to see Collette. He hugged and kissed her. “How did this happen?”, he asked. Then his father told him that he called the police station when he chased the truck off into the wood. The men were arrested in their hideout and Collette was saved.

George told Kevin how brave he was but his actions were carried out with a plan. He continued by apologizing to his family for not being a man that should stand up for himself and his family in the face of oppression. Kevin learnt his lesson afterall. He told his family his experience in the woods. He said, “love captured me and i dashed off after the men. I wanted to be a hero for once”.

The whole family laughed as they were happy to Kevin and Collette back.

 “Patience is bitter but its fruits are sweet”.


The End!

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