Today I went on a little adventure, decided to take a stroll up the road behind my friend’s house and disappear into the forest.
The road before the forest was quite busy with the constant passing of vehicles with various persons peering out the windows as I walked on, staring at a girl who properly looked like a lost tourist, and though I felt nervous with the constant peering of eyes my desire for an adventure kept me going. The sky was clear and blue, and I could hear the nearby flowing of streams. The trees stood tall, wide and green as birds sang their praises. I thanked God for these awesome surroundings of nature at its best, I soon came near the estate of a Rasta man that’s known to be vicious. Walking closer I recalled always admiring this house many years ago while I rode the bus to and from town before my family and I relocated. I would admire how it looked old, and worn out but somehow I felt it had history as it resembled an old maser dwelling.
I stood on the road staring at the house in the distance, heard the owner only uses solar energy and lived all alone and enjoyed wading off any trespassers. I could see the dirt path aligned with dry leaves, some ruins of another building, birds chirping loudly and I even noticed a bridge leading to the house, all things that beckoned me to come closer. I didn’t know the man and God knows what he could do to me if I dare neared his property.
I decided to ignore my wild curiosity and the better me decided to keep on walking as there was also a trail a little higher that I wanted to explore. This was a trail I also admired while I would transit down these roads and to finally explore it was a dream come true.
The dry leaves were piled along the man made path that lead into the dense of the forest, mango and coconut trees stretching towards a blue sky, creating a natural canopy. Though the forest got darker with every step I took I became lost in my surroundings. Branches and wild flowers reaching out to me, I pulled out my phone and right there I was filled of dread as I wished I had my canon. But I took pictures regardless ,took snaps of ferns, leaves, various plants all along the trail was most decorated with nature’s splendor. Soon enough my exploring was cut short by this huge fenced gate, confined by a silver lock. I couldn’t believe my exploring was brought to a halt when I felt I was just getting started, beyond the gate I saw a wooden shed battered by rain I could see the rust forming on the galvanize and noticed a water catchment that was surrounded by the most beautiful flowers I’d ever seen. My excitement grew and I knew this was a no trespass zone but I couldn’t ignore my curious impulses. What was in that shed, who placed it there? Was it the owner of the wooden house I’d just pass, was he hiding something. My investigative skills peeked up a notch and I decided to climb over the gate.
The task was most difficult and I wasn’t as light and fit as I would hope, I kept looking over my shoulders and tripping. I got several arm and leg scratches as I made my landing on the other side. I of course landed on my butt and I quickly stood brushing some dirt off my hands and looked nervously around as if someone was watching. Being now confined within the gate made my heart race rather quickly or was it due to my total lack of exercise. Turning around made me shake some more as I stood inches awy from the shed I took out my camera from my back pack and took photos of the outside of the shed, the flowers,oh wow those water lilies were spectacular, I stooped and held one in my hand when I heard a clicking sound.
I turned around quickly and saw this black, middle aged rasta man looking at me sternly on the outside of the gate .I gulped as I stood slowly “Good afternoon” I said with my voice cracking and my throat hurting with fear. He didn’t answer, he looked at me from head to toe,”Y’all don’t respect people’s property eh? What are you doing in there?”
“I, I wanted to take pictures of the flowers and”
“Get the hell out of there! Now! ” he said piercingly I quickly headed towards the gate.
He took his keys out and opened the gate” I shook in fear I was all alone on this strangers land God knows what he could do to me I was scared for my life “and never come here again you hear me” he huffed as I passed near him and stepped out. “Yes Sir “ I replied and hurried away, I run as fast as my feet could carry me ,I could hear me shouting at me in the distance but I was too far gone, thanking God with very leap I took and also asking Him to protect me, never looking back. My rebellious and curiosity almost cost me my life that day, and I don’t know why he didn’t harm me when he had the chance to, I was just so glad that he didn’t.
I luckily made it back to my friend’s house where I found her asleep I just sat there with my heart pounding and staring blankly at her. I could be screaming for help and she wouldn’t have heard me, she could have lost her friend today as she slept on in slumber. I sighed as I sat back in a chair and thanked God I was alive with sweat running down my face and back. That look on his face though, looked pure murderous and that shed was obviously his and what on earth was he hiding there.