Hurricane
Setting in the front of my yard, I was holding a paper and a pencil in my hands, not knowing what to write. I felt demoralize and perturbed not knowing what to do. The sun was drifting slowly to the west. The temperature was modest. The wind was blowing but not hard enough to move the trees that stood still, in preparation for another night. As I sat there, my attention was drawn by a lovely sound that was coming towards me from a little distance, this sound wasn’t an ordinary one and it was filled with melodious notes and was in harmony. In desperation, I stood up and was frantically searching for the primary source of this overwhelming sound. I look towards my neighbor’s house but it wasn’t there, I look towards the bushes but I was unsuccessful too, by this time I was wondering if it was just in my head.
“Peep! Peep!” The sound of my mother’s vehicle rang in my ears as she approaches our house, “we are going to the park, so go and get dress”,
“I am not a baby, why am I going to the park.”
“Don’t worry! There will be a young people association day, that will be hosting a lot of activities including competition etc, but you don’t have come”. Mother are you serious? I have to be there, I said to myself. As the conversation ended, I scurried off to the bathroom in anxiety and delight.
Looking through the window, the sun was up. It was visible and the wind was increasing drastically, giving the tress a hard time to stand firm. Birds that were located at high altitude were enjoying the potent wind that lift, swerve and throw them about in the air. Hurriedly I dash out of the bathroom. Into the bedroom, without hesitation I pulled on my apparel. Wait a minute! Don’t I have an international game to play today? I said to myself. “Mom”! I called out.
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“Yes Daron”, she replied.
“I have a big football game today, I can’t come with you”. She went into her vehicle and started the engine, “are you coming?” She asked. I looked at her in uncertainty and then went into the van. Occupying the vehicle was my mother, bother and my cousin. They were all carrying flags etc, I suppose it’s for the competition that we were going to take part in.
Arriving at our destination, we were greeted with applause. The people were screaming and were also hitting pots and pans, what a day this will be, I said to myself. I was in place desperately waiting for the competition to begin. “Feee”! The whistle blew. They had the ball and where coming towards our goal quickly.
Upon reaching our goal, I stood in hesitation awaiting the love of my life. She was coming with a speed viscously has ever. She gleamed as she comes forward accompanied by wind and dust, as I stretched out my arms to hold her as she approaches me, “dash!” she hurried past me. “Oh no”! I shouted, how this could be, after all these years I have spent almost eternity practicing this approach and this is the result!
I felt lifeless and incompetent at this point, knowing they where counting on me and now look at the outcome! That was the end of it. This was the end of my life. I have failed my mother, brother, cousin, fans and teammates. I knew they were disappointed in me, I could see the dismal look their face. Their heads where down. Some of them even lay flat on the ground placing their face against the grass. The sky was clear. The sun was almost gone. The air was filled with only the sound of the wind, not a single sound from the fans was heard.
Abruptly we heard a man from out of the stadium grandstand shouting that there is a hurricane on its way. “Oh my God! Lets go!” The people started yelling. They were moving quickly to the exit doors. The hurricane was only half and hour away. It was unexpected! It came up on us off guard! The air was different. It was filled with noise and action. Birds were scurrying. The sun was down. Therefore, it was dark out side of the stadium. My teammates and I had a helicopter to escort us out of the stadium meanwhile my mom carried my brother and my cousin. When we were in the air, we were kind of excited because of the view. People were rushing to various stores and supermarket to get their supply of food, farmers harvested their crops and also their animals. The people were all over the land that was in comparison with an army of ants working together to achieve their goals. The sky was now getting cloudy and the rain started drizzling, the wind speed was way past the norm.
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I was signal by one of the men in control of the helicopter that I was near home so I must prepare my self for exit. Without thinking a grab a hold of the rope and was waiting for the door to open, looking through the window I saw my family as they arrive. The door was open and I was pulled out by the wind, it was trying to swing me about in the air but wasn’t not possible because I was given an iron metal to hold while I was coming down, it was difficult but I hold on firmly. Finally I was in contact with the ground, I felt mitigated and overwhelm knowing I survive that death trap.
Our neighborhood was hectic, everyone was moving about, either battening up or cutting down trees using flash light etc. We, the people of the neighborhood had only decked roof, so there was no need for the fixing of roof. My attention was brought towards our house by my mother’s calling. She was calling me to help Michael in the battening up of our windows.
I held the flashlight meanwhile Michael hammered the nails through the board that was placed over the windows.
Michael is one of my brothers that is of high altitude, brown complexion, and thin body and attends University of Technology. “Michael! Do you hear that?”
“Yes I am hearing it, it’s coming from on top of the roof.” It was almost the same sound of the one I heard when I was alone at home outside, but it was off key and hitting mix notes. After battening up the windows, I went for the ladder and place it against the wall as Michael held it firmly to the ground. It was darker than before. The stars were hidden. The wind was potent as ever, which move the trees to and from the ground. Flashing the wires of the polls. Tearing the leaves of the trees. As I struggled up the ladder fighting the strength of the wind as it rips through my skin and leave me skinless. I was there, at the top of the roof. It was there right in front of my face. He stood there between the steel that was on top of the roof. He had a little face and a pointed nose. His feet were battered from the winds and objects that flew around in the air. He was wearing a blue pants and a red shirt. I stretch out my hands to hold him. “Creek! Crack!” The ladder was torn into pieces as I fell to the ground. Even though Michael tried to catch me, the action was ineffective because the win held him back.
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I was almost unconscious. I felt as if my feet were broken. My shoulders were torn. However, I knew for sure my mouth was bleeding, saw the blood and my head was hurting me. Michael picked me up and struggle inside, it was now pitch black you could only see when the lighten flash, the thunder was rolling and the wind was at its max.
“Daron! Wake up! Get up bro!” I was on my bed and all of this was going through my mind. How did I reach here? What had happen? I said to my self,
“Its over, the hurricane had passed.” “What! What’s the reason for not waking me up?”
“Mom told me to leave you alone because you needed the rest.” When I sat up, I realize that my feet were okay, it was only one of my shoulders and my mouth was damage. I pulled myself to the window to see outside, as I look though my window I could see the trees laying flat on the ground in a dilapidated condition. The soil was rugged and disturbed also the power lines were damage and strung out across the pavement. I could see lifeless animals as the lay on the ground it was a despicable sight.
Then it came to me, what about him! On the roof! “Michael! I yelled. Did I save him?”
“No you didn’t.” He replied. I asked him to go and look if he sees him. The ladder was broken so he went up on the roof using another route, which was the side of the house. As he came off the roof, I couldn’t help but spotting something looking like a doll in his hand, “what is that?” I asked. He told me that it was our younger brother super hero toy, it was torn to piece feet and hands separated from the body and his cloths were missing. It would make melodious sounds when something was push against it, almost anything.
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