Send Me An Angel

I sat down at the bottom of the hill getting use to the weather. The breeze feels good on my skin, it was better staying here than being in the room; the heat was unbearable in the room.

Forgetting my iPod was the biggest mistake I made. Music really keeps me going, it saves me from boredom, and keeps me alive. My shifted to my family, my wife and the little baby I left at home to travel on excursion ship to a neighboring country.

The part of the hill I was sitting as not been exploited, a small town settles at the bottom of the hill, the people of the town never went near the hills. There are so many myths common with the inhabitants. I heard two of the inhabitants discussing one of the myths in their dialect the afternoon we came; they said when it rains and sunny at the same time it means that a lion was mating in the hills. I didn’t give it much thought, it was just a myth, I concluded as I couldn’t comprehend what a lion has got to do with nature.

My best ways of relaxing at the same time developing ideas is to be alone at a secluded location especially on a hill like this enjoying the natural air, building my ideas at the same time relaxing.
I wrapped some marijuana leaves in a paper, and lit it, drew smoke into my lungs, inhaled deeply and let it out. I sighed as I noticed that the light was off, and had to strike another light to put it on. After the second draw I was already feeling elated I could feel the cloud above me, and it feels good to be high up I still can’t understand why so many negative things are said about smoking weeds, most people are yet to discover the glorious feeling of being high on weeds. I smiled at their misinformation!

 
I decided to climb farther into the hills; maybe I could pick some things of interest to write about, something of interest that can make a good reading. Something my editor can be proud of publishing different from the usual contemporary issues.

I walked about ten minutes until I got to another part of the hill, the heat over here is even colder than the place I left, there are more bushes in this place as I was about to sit on a stone, with my smoke in my hand, I saw a hanging lake some meters away. I moved there, I was sure the lake as not been discovered. I had never seen a hanging lake before; writing about this could a major break in my writing career. Why shouldn’t it be, after all people like Mango Park have received credits for discovering the Niger? I could name the hanging lake after myself, it was what everyone was doing, and mine shouldn’t be an exception.
I am not a swimmer, and I am water-phobic. Notwithstanding, I started to take shots of the lake, the shots first, and a few notes, the writing will be done later. I checked my wallet to ensure I was stilling some more weeds to smoke; I was no longer in a hurry to leave, not so fast. Everything has to be captured on the camcorder first. I wasn’t aware of what the time was; I knew it was evening, even though the sun was severe and it just rained before I came to the hills. I smiled at the thought of a lion mating, maybe when it finished mating, the sun would go off I smiled at how ridiculous it sounds.
Now I wrapped my second smoke, and decided to sit back a while, to think over everything I had seen, I wrote some things out in a small piece of paper, I was becoming tired too, I guess the effect of weed. The marijuana sold here is better than the one I had been smoking all my life, I noted. After dragging my last smoke, I got up, I had to finish the work and leave, and it was becoming dark.

I adjusted the lens of the camcorder; because it was no longer bright I had to use the flash light for the picture to be taken clearly. As I focused the camera on the lake what appeared on the screen was a shocking black mamba, about the length of an adult man, it should be weighing about one hundred kilogram. I shut the camera, and looked into the lake to see if there was anything in there, but couldn’t see anything. Was this an imagination or something?

I switched the camera on again and this time, I saw the same mamba on the screen again, it wasn’t a mistake, I quickly checked the memory of the camcorder to ensure that it wasn’t a picture I had saved on it. Then I heard a roaring noise, it sounds like a lion.

Then I looked up across the lake not far from where I was standing was a lion! It looked at me daringly and roared again but reminded standing, probably waiting for me to run. The branch of the tree where I stood was there a few inches away from my head, I heard a hissing sound, and behold it was the mamba that was caught on the screen of my camcorder.

The mamba slipped down the tree, and that was all I needed to see, I started running with the speed of a sprint, trying to find my way back to where I was coming from. The roaring noise of the lion was on my trail as I ran. I couldn’t find my way back, but I just kept running away from the lion and the mamba as far as I could.

I was doing well at my sprinting; didn’t know I could run that fast. Then I woke up! It was a dream!