Monthly Archives: October 2017

Survival

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“Sir. . Sir, Hello. . . Hello! Can you come sir? Hello. . .” Waking a doctor from a drink-induced sleep called for persistence. We had transported the machete-attack victim the five miles to the government clinic, only to learn an aged, slow-moving male nurse was the only person on duty. “The doctor for this work”, he said, eyeing the…

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In The Name Of A Friend

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The young pastor strained under the weight of the bleeding man he supported. “He is my brother.” He labored to keep the wounded man upright. The machete blade had gone deep. “How did it happen?”, I asked, as my nurse-wife entered from a side room and approached to lend aid. “My brother has a friend. The friend sent my brother…

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Urgent Care

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Klak. Klak. Klak. Klak. The sound of an archery bow thumping a bedroom window deep into the night is one not easily forgotten. Our watchman’s smokey voice joined the klacking sound outside, pronouncing my surname as best he could, “Bwana Lauti, Bwana Lauti.” At Nyamahanga’s second or third call I stirred. The bedside clock read 1:30 a.m. “Bwana Lauti. ….

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A Matter of Taste

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I never grew a warm place in my heart for serpents. Never acquired the taste. “Good morning, Bwana.” The man labored up the slope, evidently with merchandise. Not that snakes were uncommon on the farm where I grew up. Water Moccasins (Cottonmouths) and a few non-poisonous varieties often found their way to our pastures and watering ponds. A pleasant summer…

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BOOM in the Night

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“Bwana, Kuja! Ona nyoka kubwa sana!” The African voices clamored – yelling attention to the white men of Bukuria station. “Sirs, Come see! Very big snake!” Art Dodzweit leapt from his chair. Reaching for his rifle and a fist full of shells he shouted. “Bud, come! Seems a cobra or python has paid us a visit.” In the mid 1940s,…

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