“Just returning the favor. And you’re wrong. I find it sexy as hell—I can’t wait to run my fingers through it.”
Jack choked. He actually spluttered. “You should . . .” He coughed to catch his breath. “You should ride trains more often. They seem to have a liberating effect on you.”
“Yeah?” I stood on my tiptoes so I could coo into his ear. “I can think of a few other things I’d rather ride.”
I’m pretty sure the next photo caught him with his mouth hanging open.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he said through clenched teeth.
“Think of it as payback for playing hard to get, and then disappearing on me.” I smiled for the camera.
“You know, two can play this game.” His voice dropped a few notches as all five of his fingers slid onto the back of my neck. He grabbed my hair and tugged, holding me immobile. “Say cheese, Rodel.”
By the time the next flash went off, I was squirming.
“What’s the matter?” he teased, as he traced a long, sensuous line down my back, from my nape to my waistband. “Your English garden can’t handle the tropical heat?”
“Thank you. That should do,” said Josephine, wrapping it up.
Oh, thank God.I hopped away from Jack, thinking this must be exactly what it felt like to have a corset loosened at the end of the day.
“It’s time to go inside, kids,” said Josephine. “Say goodbye to your friends.”
My throat closed up as they hugged me, one by one.
“Kwaheri,” they said. “Asante.”
I kissed their snow-white cheeks and held on to them, knowing this was just the beginning. They still had a long, long way to go.
Please, world, be kind to them, I thought. And if not, just let them be.
I stood aside as Jack and Bahati said their goodbyes. Something whispered in the trees around us, sending shimmers of peek-a-boo sunlight through the leaves. I walked to the small boulder on the shore and unzipped my backpack. I took a deep breath and retrieved a notebook, letting it fall open to the page where I’d stored my sister’s Post-it notes.
It was time to say goodbye.
The lake was mirror-calm, reflecting angel-white clouds against a shimmering blue sky. It was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.
It’s the perfect spot, Mo. Free and endless.
I held the three sticky notes and read the first one silently:July 17—Juma (Baraka)
Then I lowered it into the water and let go.
Goodbye, Juma. I’m sorry we didn’t get to you in time.
I smiled when I looked at the next one:Aug 29—Sumuni (Maymosi)
Goodbye, Sumuni. Keep rapping. Don’t ever let them silence you.
I smoothed out the last one and was hit with a surge of emotion:Sept 1—Furaha (Magesa)
Goodbye, Furaha. We’ll never meet because you’d already left with your family when we got there. And you’ll never know. Because of you, a lot of lives were saved. We came for you and found the others. Wherever you are, I hope you’re well. I hope you’re happy.
I sat back and watched the three yellow pieces of paper float away from me. They bobbed gently in the water, sending ripples in ever widening circles until they disappeared, like echoes in a vast valley.
Goodbye, Mo.The tears gradually found their way down my cheeks.
A breeze ruffled through the grass. Wildflowers unfurled slowly, like coral arms waving at low tide. I slipped my backpack on and started walking away. Then I paused and turned around. I’d left my notebook behind. As I bent to get it, a wave broke against the boulder and splashed me.
