The Call...3

This is the third and last part in 'The Call' series... you can read the previous parts here

The two weeks are finally over and I can breathe a sigh of relief, the Village wasn’t as bad as I thought, but it wasn’t good either and I couldn’t wait to return to civilization. It was bad enough that very few of the Villagers spoke English, the food was zero and the weather out here was really cold.

Remember the ‘a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do’ phrase? That’s what’s going down this night, for most guys that is. As the final day of the trip, we had the day off and we were free to do whatever we wanted, so long as we came back to our camp site, in one piece. I don’t know how, but the guys discovered this place. Oh, did I forget to mention that the females in this Village had one major occupation? Prostitution. The alarming fact was not just the number of prostitutes, but the way they accepted what they did, like it was some kinda occupation like nursing, teaching and what have you. Really it was saddening. Obviously, the guys planned to ‘get some’ cos they came to this village fully prepared..if you know what I mean and if don’t know, just stay ignorant pls.

The Call...2

This is the second story in The Call series, you can read the previous one here
 

Like seriously? This ‘thing’ wasn’t supposed to grow on me. If someone had told me a year ago, that I would travel down this path, I never would have believed it. I never would have. But the funny thing is that, I have no regrets, for this path I have taken is the best thing that could have ever happened to me, ever.

I picked up my head set and grabbed my back pack as I left my room, unknown to me, that this day, would mark beginning of a new era in my life. I’m your basic next-door-neighbour kind of guy, just that I have the rare privilege of staring down at people often times anyway…of course, it’s the six-foot syndrome we all happily suffer from.

The Call...1

I could see the weather change, then the sound of rain, large pellets from a distance, coming at an alarming speed towards where I stood, but even the threat of the heavy downpour could not stop me, I just had to get to that cliff before dusk. I was determined, stubbornness was what people called it, to some it was even foolishness, but I knew what I wanted and I would wait for it, no matter what happened. So I decided to make it to that green hill before the heavens opened and let down the heavy downpour. I took off and at this point, a light drizzle had started and I could see the tiny drops of water on my arms, one particular drop landed on my eyelashes, I smiled and blinked , this made it trickle down my cheek like a lone tear. The irony of it all was that I knew I would still shed tears, this I knew for sure so why bother wiping off this preliminary mock-tear. My smile afterwards was bittersweet.