“A good creation and well coordinated idea”! By Marina…
It was the hour of the first cock crow that I got sleep. The whole night I had been tossing and turning in my bed, relieving the events of previous day. It all started when I woke up an hour late from my usual routine.
I quickly rushed to the bathroom leaving my bed very chaotic. I brushed my teeth and wore my school uniform. At that time food was the least of my problems. I took my satchel and commenced my journey to school.
I walked as fast as my legs could carry me. Our school was 3 kilometers away from our house. At the bus stop I met my friend Susan who was surprisingly late. Susan later convinced me that we both use the short cut which passes through the forest. Without thinking twice, we started our journey in the thick bushy forest. After few hours we realized that we were lost.
The forest was as silent as a deserted cemetery. All you could hear was the hooting of the horse and the chirping of the birds. A cold chill ran down my spine when I heard a hiss of a serpent.
We both were shaken like a leaf in a whirlwind. The hiss of the snake got louder and louder. To our utter surprise we found that the snake was a black mamba on a mugumo tree. We both screamed louder enough to awaken the dead. The snake was slithering towards Susan. Since a friend a friend in need is a friend indeed, I decided to cut a branch of tree and hit the snake mercilessly.
Immediately the snake coiled, we both shouted in victory thinking that it had died. Truly, I now believe the saying, don’t count your chicks before they hatch. A few minutes after, it slithered to Susan and I tried ways and means to fight it tooth and nail but unfortunately my effort bore no fruit. The snake bit Susan.
I screamed and shouted for someone to hear my pleas. Fortunately an old man, who lived in the woods, heard our pleas and gave first aid to Susan. He later helped us to find our way out and told us to go to hospital. I helped Susan to walk and escorted her to a nearby clinic. She was lucky that the venom hadn’t yet reached her heart.
Later, our parents were called. After a fraction of a second we arrived home. I narrated the whole story to my parents. My father’s anger reached volcanic pitch when it was just about to erupt. He gave me a severe beating for missing school and using the wrong way. Truly I now believe once bitten twice shy! And that is how I vividly remember the day I got lost in the jungle.