The rains had not fallen in the valley for months now, the once ever green marsh lands that were the life line of the livestock were no more and all that was left of the once beautiful land were dried up trees that stood no chance against the mighty winds that from time to time would blow them straight out of the ground, and as each tree fell to the ground the loud thumping they produced started to sound more and more like cries, and wailing, pleas of mercy from the trees to the mighty wind begging for mercy but to no avail, soon no tree would be left standing in the valley.
The drought brought with it death, a foul stench had taken over the village it was so intense that even dogs that roamed the village had taken to their heels, about a kilometer away from the village was the burial ground for all the livestock that had succumbed to the drought, large holes had been dug to burry the animals but late at night the animals would be dug out by scavengers who were also looking for food to feed on during this dry season , the villager’s at the beginning had tried to rebury the carcasses but eventually they grew tired of doing the same work twice and now they just threw the dead animals out for the wild animals to do with them what they wished. The once majestic village of Kamano was slowly becoming a ghost town.
Rakeri had taken her clay pot to the lake to see if she could get a few litters of water from the now dried up lake .
That provided countless villages with water, the heat was intense the ground felt like hot coal on her bear feet, but she had no other option but to soldier on to the lake hoping against hope that she would be lucky enough to get at least enough water for her young siblings to drink. At the lake she met countless women and girls from neighboring villages with tin’s and cans trying to draw a few drops of water from the few remaining streams that were dripping water, but she could clearly see that all they were getting was mud and sand.
She set her pot down, and decided to wait her turn to draw water, next to her was a young boy less than two years old his mother was one of those struggling to get water, his lips were cracked up and bleeding he had not had anything to drink for days, he struggled to get up, but his weak legs couldn’t carry the weight of his body which was ironical since all was left of his body was skin and bones, she could see the pain in his eyes when he glared up at her, she turned the other way to hide the tears running down her face her heart broke and a great sadness came over her . Soon it was Rakeri at the stream she rushed out to fetch her water hopping she would have more luck than her predecessor’s, she struggled for hours to get clean water, but she came out empty-handed.
She had no idea how many hours she had spent bent over at the stream, but as soon as she tried to get up she realized that the heat had taken a toll on her, she immediately fell to the ground dew to extortion,
No one was around to help her back on her feet all the women had taken off before the afternoon heat had caught up to them, she lay their for hours helplessly waiting for the cold grip of death to come reunite her with her father. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she could no longer keep them open, the curtains were closing in on her she was certain this was the end as she closed her eyes one last time.
“Wake up girl! Wake up now” a loud voice called out to her, the language was one she had never heard before she was certain. She was dreaming, she tried to open her eyes to see what was making this sound. A tall Shadow loomed over her entire body the rays of the sun hindered her clear vision of the person standing over her all she could see was the outline of what she could only describe as a gigantic creature towering over her , then out of no where she felt a cooling sensation all over her body, water dripped from her entire body she jumped up to her feet in shock, now she was face to face with her giant, pale skin, blue eyes silk hair, and his clothes covered his entire body unlike those she wore, she run and hid behind a rock shaking with fear of what she had just seen, she took a sneak peek to see if whatever it was, was still around.
“Don’t be afraid of me please come take some water you need it,”but the language he spoke was aliened to Rakeri the only language she knew was her mother tounge, it took a while before one of the boys from the neighboring villages who was accompanying the visitor could explain to her who he was, the term he used to describe him was MOTHOGÓ
(kikuyu for white man)he explained that he was among a group of men who had come from the sea in large houses (boats)and since he had a little understanding of the language they spoke they had chosen him to interpret, and show them around the valley.
The young man went by the name Njogu(elephant)
he was well-built, he spoke with a smile on his face, and he stood leaning on his spear as he watched Rakeri struggle to comprehend what he was saying, soon after he was called upon by the visitor, they seemed to whisper something to each other then point towards the village,and on their horse’s they made their way along the path that lead to the village leaving Rakeri in a state of bewilderment, she slowly followed them hiding behind anything she could find until they got to the village.
The reception at the village was no different from the one the Muthogó had gotten from Rakeri, it took hours to explain what and where he was from and soon after the villagers welcomed him with open arms to the village, with him he brought all manners of things, but the one thing that the villager’s were interested mostly in was the large barrel’s of water that he had on his horse’s.
Rakeri stood at a distance as she watched the visitor, unlike the rest of the village she was unwilling to accept anything from him, she watched as he went from one hut to another as if studying the lay of the land and as the sun set he made his way out of the village leaving behind his gifts as a sign of appreciation for the welcome promising to return .