06COTJ Surrogate parents, a gang in the making

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The airfield

The sun surface escapes for the intense convectorzones with dark spots that I observed from outer-space onearth, in a phase of a dying fireball to be lured into a planetary

orbit around energy itself. I was a child of that evolution,ming down to stand in history on such a sun spot. As the convective molten rock spurts fireworks into

atmospheric zone. From which burned sparks returned carbon dust to fall in clouds and sweep ast film to rest. Layer of dust upon layers through the eons amass a dendrochronologic aged granitest on the lurch. Crust that thickened till the billowing wild convective molten rock surges weren'taking up the titanic rafts into granular debris. Afloat and steadfast permitting a sight approach at the

ginning of the evolving continental plateau. Sight gliding the plateau sprawls to land on a stable andeading out of sight view. Bringing into focus the remnant of chimneys that poke the earth's crust with

sun bathing breast mounts. One still smokes an indigenous underground bonfire that entertained theadows of native in the night. A people who living in time were thought to admire the undergroundnster of their ancestors in the bodies mesmerize a dominant active role in the region. The volcanoesmneys long extinguished and their crater filled. The majority along the earth's flaw and filled to lakesh connecting rivers.

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tuft grass that blended into a merely perceptible air strip. On my right the takeoff-enddisappearing with a pointing runway into the distance at the volcano's slopes raising with acloak of dense flocculent green bush. On my left the transversal and far touchdown-end of theair strip started by the hedgy edge of a forest that blinded the town.

Family gang

I emerged from theshort of a childconcentration, into anexistential curiosity, whenstanding amongst a flurryof people that day. Theinterstice through legsclosed my view, to be leftwatching ghosting figure'slegs moving about me.

The people who hadgathered waiting andconfused with departingpassengers for the arrivalof the flight. I faded away

in boredom, until I was pushed around and about, whileabove me exhilarated a cheering activity with a recklessjoy and pushed into a boy and girl as distant toward me,as I kept a pace away from them.

In a stiffed atmosphere and light from above, in anactivity of ongoing cheers, to which I guess our fatherstayed withdrawn, while our mother elated with emotions.The apple's-eye of her father, Sioul. Her father who left his

real estate and concrete manufacturing business for the sake of his daughter. Her mother, Leda,somewhat indifferent where she lived. The key was with our mother's eldest sister, andsurrogate mother Alrac. Aunt Carla couldn't let go of Dirgni and Rogi who our mother claimedback once it appeared she could accommodate all of us, her children. Yet, after the familyreunion, the frothing-up was slow but amplifying. Each blistery greenhouse of new members asoap bubble effect, cultivating their spirit in new ground.

Parents on the quiet formed gangs People asked the symbiotic Capricorn in our father;"Have you only got one daughter?"

It wasn't in our father's reply, but the deeds that the gang evolved amongst us children.In turn, the apple's-eye of our mother, I was with an extra burden. He who died at three monthsand a birth in time slotted between our two elder sisters. I inherited our dead brother Navi,

name, ghost, and our mother's fear of losing me him a second time a round. We formed incrisscross a well balance family, of an Oedipal and Electra ideal encompassing complex.The Warthog in our father, is the character and Chinese anecdote that says, "Never

touch at a Warthogs litter, you are bound to regret this for the rest of your life." Pigheaded, our

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father wasn't going to relent on his in-law, and though he kept his distance, they were familyand no sooner had they met, the groups integrated and turned away from the airfield headinghome.

A culture has roots

Grandfather had a culture flip, and kept silent arriving at the construction site of the view

lake house. Yet, it was aunt Carla's keeping a hawk's-eye on our father's activities, as diligencean accountant with figures she was over grandfather's bank account.

Our father's construction work was going inspire some of us siblings through adult life,the spectral cupped roots growing the grass and spirit culture blades. Our father was going toleave us retrenched with character traits. Which was only visible with a short termdisadvantage. Her treated the natives with respect. He attempted to remind himself of the wildcontinent, without sparing a moment the black man close to earth build round walls, and conethatched roof. He didn't question himself, why to these workers it was out their dexterity tostraighten walls. These men made a pact in their previous lives. That women were going to bekept pregnant and work the fields. These workmen that rose with the rooster's call, couldn't becompared to machinery. They didn't see purpose at exerting their childish dislikes. Feeling oneday the need and not the next to head for the white man's suburbs to work on a building site.Wheelbarrow were a tool of the future, picks, shovels, and hammers and chisels to hewn rockscurrent. Men and tools, in a lapse of time cleared the bush and dug foundation on lava rock,raised from the ground floors and the novelty of raw brick-walls that mushroom fromsurrounding bush.

Playground construction site

While parents and surrogated parents' absence, the families subtle tearing leaves ussiblings dressed in flimsy summer clothes playing; "What's the time Mr. Wolf." and, with us thewinds sweeping through the undergrowth. The big woods and uninvited guest flirting with us,

finding each of us wherever we hid. The wind changed to a pressing draft, way down the rawbrick walls of a corridor stiffing daylight. At the light of doorways, the insistent draft pressed ourbody and slipped by into the bedrooms. Sprawled into the corners juxtaposed with the rawconcrete floor and overhead concrete slab, to which each of us fell prey, before crawling overthe raw brick window sill course and escaping from our screams through the bare openings.

Through our screams, we where left ignorant of our ethereal wild playmate, while on therun from the wolf, feeling in a rat trap and escaped to the large room wide open to the distantstreet. Anoli stopped. The next moment the wolf vanished from our minds. We came to standby the raw and rudimentary wooden ladder that the builders had left standing on the vertical.Anoli's whims, that after a shutterhand of activity and hand mixing concrete, abandoned fortwenty-eight days before a team removed props and form-work. Peaceful and deserted to alarge bare light out of the green concrete slab.

In that moment, and standby, down graded half a head size from our eldest sister Anoli,then Dirgni, me followed by Rogi. Rogi and me, feeling left out from the game, we gazed at oursisters for their next move. Intense by the crutches that survived the extend of constructionwork and the curiosity that caught our sisters in following by sight the sweep of a ghostingstaircase to the upper floor. The top floor lure, which kept the two girls with a shift of glancequestioning the unknown. Until, Anoli headed on along her eyes narrowing with mischief, sheprodded Dirgni to start off.

Careful and with alternate hand grips and foot treads, cat crawled at a gradual and slowpace climbing the rungs. As though Rogi and me, we were too young, they left us behind. Anoli

went after and rose into the void until, they appeared suspended midway up, when I followedsuit.When I did something, Rogi wasn't too far copycatting, and soon we were all upstairs in

the shade of overhead exposed raw timber trusses. I was left in the forefront of the room, to


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watch Anoli, chasing. She darted for the Sremos gang, with Dirgni and Rogi running away inscreams and distant. My brother ran up for the sturdy brick-wall where the dark stifled lightshadowed and cowered, bound to catch a rat in the corner with the rear brick-walls. At arm'slength with both hand out to absorbed the chock and stop him in his tracks, as Dirgni momentsbefore led the show. Came my turn. I ran away for the rear wall across the middle of the roomalong the slab slipping up to disappearing and leaving me to see shutting in the void. Short of

the edges, the ladder top ends poking out of the void alongside my line of vision, I took frightand came to an abrupt stop. Turned my back away from the floor-less middle. Facing the widespread raw concrete surface, until I was chased again. I ran off for the open panoramic sky, andlake in view. With my sight focused in the distance, the slab continued slipping across into thedistance under my feet. Until, I notice the break of changed levels, the edge of the concrete slabto which my eyesight fell. I stopped playing after I had sensed the parachute harnesses andfurling hurl. with a sudden pulled back from gliding across to jump on my feet. As I stood inshock, my brother and sisters came to stand abreast, to mesmerized our superior position andview across the suburb, we came down. Where still, as dusk subtle and sprawling crawl throughthe house. A little later, the flame of a candle light burrowed along the raw walls a way into thenight.

Piggyback babies

Our father wasn't given an option than learn to live with a native crews reared on theirmother's back shaken during the plowing of fields, the reaping, the cleaning. His bourgeoisWhite upbringing in strollers and disconnected from their mother scents and flesh. He expectedsome similar rigor in the behavior of a construction crew at ease with thicket branches andcow's dung building curved mud walls and from the tuft grass, thatch the cone roof of huts.

Our father's moon Capricorn ruled with firmness, in the year of the Warthog theauthenticity, which brought him respect from the workmen. Unable to get it over his heart to ruleby the fear of whip lashes men to mules work. In the short term, it was costing him the naivety

of his in-laws. In the long term, the fate of the missionaries. His competence juggled from asuper hero from the snow country amongst the natives. To the leeching reputation ofincompetence faltering a scheduled completion date. He ceded the comfort of the caravan tomy grandparents. For the moon in Capricorn and the sun in Cat, the symbiotic zoo of the sensea growing rift between Aunt Alrac and our father.

Shadows of the pitch black nights

I tracked a certain personality trait to these inspiringnights, when I lay in my bed before falling asleep. My headon an icy pillow in the corner of the room, and my body thatstretched underneath the window opening. There, feeling thecurrents freely sweeping through the door and found noplace to rest than, meandering a pathway out the windowopening. With shifting eyeballs, I fixed the night's playground.Watched the pitch black shadows of a giant monster wakingunderneath the distant and active volcano outreaching withclaws and jaws. The night monster attempted to enter thewindow opening, too small to reach beyond the last light ofthe candle flame, to skulk in the dark juxtapose floor andslab, and room corners.

By my legs, facing the gruesome night to doze off. By first light, realizing I had fallenasleep from exhaustion. There wasn't a trace, but a soft breeze, without the pitch black thrivingmonster. When the occasion arouse, that the mythical creature of a Leopard man prowled away to the house. Awe driven by the natives, leopard men only lived in the jungle. As soft and


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mild as a shadow appearing at the window opening where our parents slept, Outreaching witha hand, and pulling off the hook of a wooden kitchen chair backrest that stood at the foot oftheir bed. Our father's wardrobe disappeared from its hanger. And that, before Credit Cards, thewallet was a precious possession to lose.

Aunt Alrac had a characterful black cat's flair, roamed by sight alert to the shadowsbehind the bush. One night,

with the drafts meanderingthrough passageways,through doorways intorooms. Before emergingfrom the window openingcarried her screaming voicethat didn't let up. Shefrightened the shadow out ofthe dark away, shouting herlungs out initiating her

Swahili; "...Come, come!"Long after the incident, ourfather will keep on mockingher, without wanting to seeshe had results, though she

should have shouted; "...Go Away, go away!"Mishaps ended, or so it appeared, unless the child in me grew immune to the pitch darknights. Or, left to an evolving routine, as the house gained a glazing of windows fitted into theopening, and isolated the rooms with doors fitted into doorways. Aunt Alrac laying out thegarden, planting shrubs and trees, and the caravan towed off to the next construction site splitup our co-habitation.

A lake side point of vA lake side point of view of theiew of theLake-View houseLake-View house completed against thecompleted against thebackground with the activebackground with the active NyiragongoNyiragongo

volcano.volcano.

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