She parked the car just at the edge of the forest. She sat in her car after turning the engine off, wondering if this was truly what she wanted to do. She remembered the conversation she had had with Tibi last night, his disappointment and frustration at her for the choice she was making.
“Why would you want to do this? What is so bad about our lives that you want to leave it all behind?” He screamed.
“Its not about it being bad, its about me wanting something good. I need a fresh start Tibi. I need to forget my past, it’s the only way I can move forward.” She said, trying to de-escalate the conversation.
“You mean me? You need to erase me from your memories so you can have the perfect life? That’s not how things work. You’re going to make the same mistakes, you’re going to end up right back here.”
“You don’t know that, and neither do I. I need to do this for me. If I end up back here then fine, but I still need to try.”
“Well I guess you’ve made your choice. Don’t wake me up in the morning.” He said as he stormed out of the living room and into the bedroom.
She took a deep breath, grabbed her bag and made her way out of the car. She entered into semi darkness as the trees covered most of the sun’s rays that had previously showered her face. She focused on the path as it led to one destination, the Morayman. She continued through the forest until she was hit with the smell of burnt offerings. She could smell the newly burnt flesh of whatever animal the Morayman had demanded for his last sacrifice. She slowed her step as she saw the hut in front of her.
She couldn’t believe that these still existed, remnants of the ancient world and the old order. She saw the red clay coloured triangular hut. She saw the roasters leisurely walking around the compound. She saw the herbs planted to the right of the hut. She slowly made her way to the front of the hut, wondering whether or not to enter the doorless entrance.
She entered the hut and was transported outside, except this was a different part of the forest, different from the one she had just left. She saw the Morayman in front of her, dancing the dance of the ancestors, already in the midst of the ceremony. She wondered if she was late or if she was interrupting someone else’s ceremony.
She slowly approached the Morayman and the Voice rang through her head bellowing “Sit!”.
She obeyed as the Morayman continued with his dance, as if oblivious to her presence.
“Welcome my daughter,” said the Voice, “the bank transaction has been cleared. We can begin your ceremony. How many years do you want erased from your life”?
“Just the year 2020” she said “that was when it all started.”
“Very well my daughter” said the Voice, “let us begin.”
Thank you for reading.