The Final Episode...
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It had been a week since Anita's unfortunate accident in the San Marcos forest. The entire village had heard of her untimely wounding and had chipped in with support and prayers and gifts. At the Caura Hospital, where she was warded, her room was always filled with flowers and candies of all sorts of descriptions. The Kurmaman and Madame Lani would go visit Anita often and Mangohead would not miss a day to check up on how she was.
He had been with her through every step of her recovery and
they had grown quite close. Mangohead could sit and talk to her for hours and
he felt himself drawn to her like a moth to an open flame. It was her eyes, he
concluded. Her eyes had stolen his heart and he really didn't think he could
get it back even if he wanted it.
Back in San Marcos, each day Mangohead would inspect the
trail behind Ma Procop's house and pass casually by the inconspicuous path that
led into the weed field that had led to Anita's wounding. In the night time,
when he had first seen the field, he figured it was probably a small field,
maybe some subsistence farmer growing weed to supplement his income as was
usually the case in areas like Biche, Navet and San Marcos. In the full glory
of the daylight the day after Anita's accident, he and Two returned to inspect
the field. It was far bigger than he had thought.
"Whey boy Mangohead," Two whistled. "You see
how big this is? I feel it could house a whole cricket ground inside here
oui!"
Mangohead nodded silently. This field spread for at least
half a mile, interspersed with forest trees deliberately planted for their
shade and their ability to camouflage the growth from the air. Recently, local
law enforcement had taken to doing flybys of the area, and many weed fields
were burnt last season, much to the chagrin of growers and buyers, since the decreased
supply meant increased prices. He had heard a few youths complaining about the
cost of weed casually as they walked down the road.
This field was the size of watermelon plantations in Plum
Mitan. The trees were planted in ordered rows, and it was obvious that it was a
planned growth, not some random passerby. He wondered who had had the time and
effort to come all the way down into this forest to do this much planting.
"Whaz yuh plan boy Mangohead?" Two asked. They had
been standing in the field inspecting the growth for a little over ten minutes.
"Come, let we go back to the house," Mangohead
said and turned on his heel, heading back up the path.
They slipped quietly into Ma Procop's house, Two
breathlessly behind him as they shut the front door. "The plan
simple," Mangohead said as he slid into one of Ma Procop's wicker chairs
that adorned her sitting room. "We going to spread a rumour that it have a new zaboca on the
tree, a real bess zaboca; that it looking so juicy and full you just HAVE to
taste it..."
"But Mangohead," Two said in a small, puzzled
voice, "we ent have no more zaboca..."
"I know that," Mangohead said pointing to himself,
"and you know that," pointing to Two, "but THEM ent know
that."
"Ohho!" Two said, late to the party as usual.
"So after we spread dem
rumours, what is de plan?"
"We hadda keep watch on that weed field,"
Mangohead said and narrowed his eyes. "Whoever running that field is who
teefin we zaboca."
"You sure bout dat?" Two asked.
"I surer than sure," Mangohead responded.
"Watch how I right ehh."
So they spread the rumour and they waited. Few passed and
knocked on Ma Procop's garden gate, asking to buy the zaboca, but Mangohead and
Two turned them away, claiming that the fruit was not yet ripe enough for sale
and they would not want to cause undue worry to whoever bought it to ripen it.
Days passed until a week had gone. Then another. Still, there was no sign of
activity from the weed field, only the slow sway of the ganja leaves in the
breeze.
After the second week, Anita had come home. It was a day of
celebration and excitement, like a hero returning to her people. Children of
the village came to see her, especially those who were unable to go to Caura
General Hospital during her stay. The candies and flowers kept coming, and Mangohead
kept visiting. Still, there was nothing from the weed field.
Three weeks after Anita had been shot and week since she had
come home, Mangohead figured the time for giving up was coming close. Whoever
had stolen the zabocas didn't seem as though they were interested in coming
back to the tree. Whether they had scoped out the lack of zabocas on the tree
and called Mangohead and Two's bluff was anyone's guess. He confided in Two
that tonight would be the last night of the watch.
The moon rose pale and full that night, casting long shadows
into the forest. Mangohead and Two resumed their vigil atom Ma Procop's roof.
it gave them a rough vantage point to see the area around the house and to spot
anyone approaching the weed field from the village side. It also gave them a
straight line of sight to the hidden path that led to the field. Owls hooted
and crickets chirped as the smell of the forest grew around them, a dark, green
scent hovering on the air. Mangohead could smell something beneath it; something
that didn't seem to belong, but he brushed it off as his mind playing tricks on
him. The sudden snap of a twig brought him back to reality.
Two shoved him in the shoulder. "Yuh hear dat?"
the boy whispered.
Mangohead nodded the affirmative. Both stared at the path
and there was someone going into the field. Quickly, both boys climbed down off
the roof, dropping stealthily to the grass below and walking as fast as their
legs could carry them without making any noise. Just as they hit the darkness
of the path, they saw a glint of reflected moonlight as whoever it was
disappeared into the track.
"He have ah cutlash!" Two said, tugging
Mangohead's sleeve. "I too pretty to get chap!"
"Calm down Two," Mangohead whispered. "Is
just a watch."
"You sure?' Two said, his voice sounding a little more
confident.
"Yeah I see it," Mangohead lied. He didn't know if
it WAS a watch, but he couldn't afford to have Two chicken out now. He needed
the other boy. "Come, lewwe go."
Rapidly, they slipped into the shadows, the dark colours of
their clothes blending seamlessly with the darkness around them. As they
reached to where the field opened out, they could see the silhouette of a dark
figure tending the plants. Mangohead racked his brain for the person in the
village who suited the silhouette. Suddenly it dawned on him.
"Tony!" Mangohead shouted as he pushed out of the
darkness and into the speckled moonlight beneath the trees. "I know is you
ehh!"
"A who dey?" Tony's voice came, cold and dangerous.
"Yuh ent know what yuh dealing with inno!"
"Yuh teefin my zaboca and tellin me I ent know what I
dealing with?" Mangohead shouted indignantly. "Who you feel you
is?"
Tony burst out laughing. "ME? Teefing YOUR zaboca? No
yute, if somebody teefing your zaboca is not me."
"But you shoot Anita!" Mangohead shouted.
"Ent it was your trap gun shoot she?"
"I ent shoot nobody," Tony said, his voice
sounding unsure now. "The trap gun gone off and she was in the line of it
so she get hit. Is not my fault she was walking round in the dark in my
plantation."
"Is your gun, you hadda take responsibility for
it!" Mangohead shouted back.
"Look, pull yuh tail from here before I REALLY shoot
somebody." He could hear the cock of a shotgun and Tony's silhouette
changed to present the deadly firearm at Mangohead's torso.
Mangohead backed away slowly. "Doh do nuttn schupid,
all I want is the money for mih zaboca dem..."
"You and this blasted zaboca," Tony fumed. "I
ent teef none ah yuh damn zaboca!"
"Mangohead!" Two whispered and pointed back to the
house. A lithe, shadowy figure has leapt the wall.
"Oh hell!" Mangohead shouted. "Ah sorry
Mister Tony, I now see the teef dey," he blustered and ran, not looking
back to see if Tony had accepted his apology.
He heard Tony shout something, but he wasn't sure what it
was. Two and Mangohead crossed the clearing from the forest to the fence in
record time, both leaping over the fence and landing surefootedly on the ground
of the garden behind. First Mangohead then Two turned their head up to the
tree...and stared in shock.
Climbing the tree, with a gauze wrapped around her injured
leg, was none other than Anita.
"YOU!?!?" Mangohead shouted disbelievingly.
"How could it be you?"
"I'm sorry but..." Anita started but before she
could finish, she slipped, the gauze of her leg unraveling as she fell. Without
a though, Mangohead rushed to try to stop her from hitting the ground, but he
was too late. With a dull thud Anita landed, her back arched painfully by the
protruding root of Ma Procop's zaboca tree. For the second time, Mangohead held
her in his arms, and he felt her tremble and shudder.
"Two go call ah ambulance!" he shouted but he knew
the other buy was already on his way to get help. He turned back to Anita.
"How could you? How could you betray me like that?"
"It was the zaboca," she gasped. "After the
first one I couldn't leave them alone. They're addictive."
"Hush," Mangohead said. He petted her hair and
looked into her eyes tear-filled eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." she sobbed. "I
can't feel my legs."
"You'll be fine..." Mangohead insisted.
She coughed, gouts of blood coming out of her mouth.
"I'm sorry..." her voice trailed off.
When the ambulance arrived they took the corpse of the young
girl from Mangohead's arms. He sat staring at the zaboca tree for a while
before he went inside.
*
"Mangohead!" Julie shouted and he roused himself.
What did the silly girl want now.
"Wham?" Mangohead said irritably. "You ent
see people trying to sleep?"
Julie looked at him severely. "Look, I know you liked
her and I know she died, but it happens okay?" Julie said abrasively.
"I know that..." he said softly. He had gone to
Anita's funeral, had watched as they lowered her into the ground. But he hadn't
cried. He didn't know how to feel. He hadn't forgiven her before she died. All
of a sudden, he grabbed Julie and sobbed into her shoulder, letting out a flood
of tears.
Awkwardly, Julie patted his back. "There, there,"
she said.
Together they exited Ma Procop's garden. She was coming back
next week, and Mangohead had gotten money out of his savings to pay for the
stolen zabocas, but he didn't think he'd be eating zabocas anytime soon, if
ever again.
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Thanks for the support up to the end of this season. I'd be glad for some feedback on the facebook page if you guys would like to see a second season. Thanks for putting up with my sporadic updates coming down to the end. This was a great journey and you've been a wonderful audience. Thanks again!
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