Chapter 9
The drive to
Makalamabedi was beautiful. Good rains meant the trees were leafed out and the
bush green. At the T-junction they turned right. Delly insisted on driving her
battered Land Rover which though older than Dambuza’s Corolla was in better condition and more
reliable.
“There’s the
compound,” Delly said.
They turned down a
curved dirt road and parked outside a compound with three mud huts and a walled
kitchen made of reeds. Many people were gathered sitting on the bare ground or
broken upturned cement blocks. Some women spread out kanga cloths and sat on
them. At the front of the group sat an older woman, probably in her fifties,
with a small boy sitting on her lap and an older girl sitting quietly at her
feet. A few older men sat on each side of the old woman, five in all. An
elderly man stood addressing the crowd.
As Dambuza and
Delly approached the gathering, a man standing to the side came up to them. “Dumelang, Delly. O teng?” he said.
“Ke teng, Les.
This is Detective Dambuza from the Maun Police. He’s here to help.”
“I’m so glad you
two came. We’re just organising today’s search. Let Baleka’s uncle finish and
then we can go and speak with MmaShorty and the uncles,” Les said. He was a
tall gangly man with a pleasant face. Dambuza could tell what had happened was
affecting him. His hair was uncombed and his clothes wrinkled, they looked
slept in and worn for a few days. At the moment such things didn’t matter.
They stood back
and listened. Dambuza looked around at those gathered. They were mostly older
people. There was a group of young men at the back who seemed riled up and
ready to go. One, named Pops, spoke, saying he had his mother’s bakkie and
offered to take a few people deeper out in the bush for searching. The crowd
gave appreciative nods to his offer.
Soon everyone was
assigned their area and the gathering dispersed. Les came toward Dambuza and
Delly.
“Okay let’s go,”
Les said and lead them to the mud and dung lolwapa where Baleka’s mother and
uncles were gathered. He introduced Delly and Dambuza and they were offered
chairs.
“Do you have any
news from Maun?” MmaShorty asked.
“No, I’m sorry I
don’t,” Dambuza answered. “I was hoping you could tell me a bit about what you
think happened.”
“They’re taking
them,” MmaShorty said, her eyes red from days of crying.
“What do you mean
they?” Dambuza asked.
“You know when
people disappear; when people vanish, they’re taken for muti. Everyone knows
this. They’re operating in Makalamabedi. Every day someone is taken. Now
they’ve taken my Baleka.” She began to weep into the edge of her shawl.
“Have you found
anything Les?” Delly asked.
“We know she was
grabbed at the river. We followed the footsteps. They carried her; we think
they were two, to a vehicle. The tracks looked like a big car, maybe a 4 x 4.
The police took casts of the footprints and the tyre treads. They drove to the
tarred road and were gone. That’s it. That’s all we’ve found out so far.”
“Do you search
everyday like this?” Dambuza asked.
“Yes, this is our
sixth day. The kgosi thinks we should do it for a week. But he’s told me if
after a week she’s not found he’ll call it off.”
“On the day she
went missing where were you, Les?” Dambuza asked. He knew it wasn’t the best
tim,e but he was here to get information.
Delly answered
instead. “He was out on safari, I can vouch for that.”
Dambuza asked, “Is
there anyone new in the village maybe in the last year or so?”
“I mostly stay in
Maun,” Les said. He turned to the old man who had been conducting the meeting.
“This is Rre Kelebogile, the VDC chair, he knows just about everything that
happens in the village. Rre Kelebogile, do you know of anyone new around the
village in the last year or so?”
The old man looked
at Delly and then spoke to Les. In Setswana he asked, “What does this white
woman want here? Is she from that church again?”
Before Les could
speak MmaShorty broke in. “What do you mean? My church? What is wrong with my
church?”
“You know that
church is run by makgoa with all kinds of funny ideas,” Rre Kelebogile said. “I
wouldn’t be surprised if they are found to be involved.”
“What do you mean
funny ideas? Involved in what? And besides it is not all whites, most of the
people are just ordinary Batswana from Maun. The white people have gone. The
church has nothing to do with any of this. This, what is happening, the
disappearances, the vanishing of my Baleka, this is evil. My church is for God,
my church is for good.”
“Still some are
outsiders in that church...” He turned away from MmaShorty and lowered his
voice. “They have funny ideas no matter
what she says. And too, they only started operating around here a year in a
half ago. Who knows maybe they’re part of the vanishings? Who knows about these
kinds of people?”
MmaShorty shot to
her feet. “How can you tell lies like that? Are you saying my church stole
Baleka? Is that what you are saying, old man? The only outsiders were Mr and
Mrs Johnson, the missionaries from America, but they’ve gone home. You ought to
get your story straight before you get yourself into some problems. This woman
was never part of our church.”
Les stood up and
went to MmaShorty. “Of course she wasn’t, this is Delly Woods, she’s my boss.
And you might pay attention to your language, Rre Kelebogile, Delly is a
Motswana and speaks Setswana.” He took MmaShorty’s hand in his. “Mme, you need to try to keep calm. The nurse
said if your BP goes up again you’ll need to be admitted in Maun. Rre
Kelebogile was just answering the policeman’s question. They’re new around
here, the church people, that’s all he was saying.”
MmaShorty sat back
down, but kept looking at the VDC chair, her battle with him was not over.
“Maybe you can go
with me. I was just off to talk to Rre Khathurima,” Les said.
“Why? Who’s that?”
Delly asked.
“He’s a
traditional doctor. He was at the meeting. He asked me to come and see him
after we were finished.”
Dambuza, Delly,
and Les headed for the Land Rover.
“Daddy! Daddy!”
The small girl who
had been sitting quietly next to MmaShorty during the meeting came racing up to
them. “Are you going to get Mama?” she asked Les.
Les picked up the
little girl. “We’re still trying to find her Penny. You must be a big girl and
go and help Nkunku with Moarabi. Can you do that?”
“Okay, Daddy.”
Les put her down
and she ran back to where a little boy sat playing with his clay cattle. Les
wiped his eyes and followed Delly and Dambuza to the car.
***
The compound Les
directed them to was opulent compared to MmaShorty’s. There was a big face
brick house and a wide tiled lolwapa shaded by a massive mopipi tree. Opposite
to the house on the far side of the lolwapa was a smaller house like the larger
with face brick and black roof tiles. Les walked to the smaller house. Before
he could speak a voice inside said, “Tsena, Lesedi.”
Delly looked at
Dambuza and lifted an eyebrow. Les opened the door and they walked into the
large room. Two walls were lined with shelves containing various traditional
medicines. The man they were visiting, Rre Khathurima, sat on a low stool
wearing an animal skin around his shoulder.
There were two low, long wooden benches opposite him. The three sat down
on one of the benches.
“Les, I wanted you
to come. I had a dream about Baleka. I want to tell you the dream. I want to
tell you the dream and then throw the bones to see what badimo tell us. I’m
glad the bush woman and the police man are here with you. They need to hear
everything.”
Dambuza felt a
shiver up his spine. He didn’t know this man. He doubted Delly did either. So
how did he know who they were? Dambuza was rational and didn’t go to such men,
but, like most Batswana, he had a healthy respect for traditional doctors. He knew
they could be powerful. He knew there were many things they did that could not
be explained. He could feel that he had entered the house of a very powerful
man.
“Baleka is alive.
She is not dead. They hold her. They want things from her, things only she can
give. She is with others. Her will is strong. But Lesedi, nwangaka, these
people who hold her are very dangerous. Very dangerous indeed. She thinks she
can fight them, she thinks she can win. She cannot. They are far more powerful
than her, even than me. But she is alive and there is hope. My dream showed me
this.”
The three kept
quiet. The doctor took up his bones. He blew on them and then he put it out to
each of them, they blew on the bones, and then he threw them on the leather
mat. He waited and suddenly the room changed. Dambuza thought a cloud must have
passed over the sun because the room darkened. The doctor moaned a deep
guttural moan. His body shook. He closed his eyes and something pulsed through
his body, something he could not control. It shook him violently.
He spoke in a
tortured voice. “They are good, on the outside…good on the outside. Good on the
outside. Watch out!” His eyes opened wide and he looked above their heads. “She
is in danger! They will steal her. They will kill her. They are good ….. but
they are evil. He will do it again. He will kill again. He will kill all of
them!”
He fell back and
Delly jumped to her feet and fell to the floor where the old man lay. “Are you
okay?”
Rre Kathurima
opened his eyes. He grabbed Delly’s hand and looked her in the eyes. “Please be
careful! Be very careful! You are not safe.”
Chapter 10
Delly dropped Les
back at MmaShorty’s and she and Dambuza headed back to Maun. They were quiet
for some time. Dambuza was trying to make sense of what happened at the
traditional doctor’s house.
After they turned
at the T-junction heading to Maun Dambuza said, “So, did you know him?”
“Who? The doctor?
No, I’ve never seen him before. But he might know me, lots of people know me.
Just because he said that doesn’t mean he knows us. I’m wearing khaki shorts I
drive a Land Rover, not a hard stretch to say I’m a bush woman. And you, well
anyone with any sense can see you’re a police officer at ten yards.”
“But what do you
think? Maybe he’s making that all up to get us off his trail. Maybe he’s the
one stealing these people for his medicines. Traditional doctors are the ones
involved in all of this sort of thing. It could be him.”
Delly looked at
him. “Do you believe that?”
“No,” Dambuza
said. He had to admit he didn’t think Rre Khathurima was involved. He thought
what they saw was authentic, not a ruse, based on nothing except a gut
instinct. “Do you think it might be the
church then? He said they appear good but they’re evil. It could be the church,
the one the VDC guy talked about.”
“Yeah, maybe. I
don’t know anything about the churches in Maun. Not a big believer myself. Are
they into things like that?”
“I don’t know.
There is that Gutara Mwari where allegedly parents need to kill their oldest
child as a sacrifice so they can become rich. Maybe it’s something like that
who knows.”
“Jesus. Do you
think Baleka’s mother is involved in something like that?” Delly asked.
“I don’t know. Shit
man! You know as well as I do that a human is the most difficult animal to
understand. I think I prefer your Kgosi, at least he doesn’t hide what he’s up
to. If he’s going to eat me, he’s going to eat me. He’s not going to be smiling
behind a Bible while he pulls out his knife.”
Delly nodded her
head and smiled.
“I really can’t believe I have no leads and I’m
putting together a case based on dreams and the bones thrown by a traditional
doctor,” Dambuza said. He laughed a forced laugh in an attempt to
push away the thought of what happened
in that small house. If the people were being held somewhere and were still
alive, than the case just took on a far more serious edge. He could save these
people if he cracked the case, he wouldn’t just be finding their murderers,
collecting their bodies. If the traditional doctor was right, he was looking
for their kidnappers.
“I think I’ll do a
bit of checking around about the other missing people.”
“But he said
Baleka is alive, maybe we can still find her,” Delly said.
“We? Have you
joined the police force?”
“No... but …I have
an interest here. I know this woman, and now I heard what the doctor said. I
think I can help. I feel like I should. Like you said- I know Maun, you don’t.”
Dambuza looked out
the window at the passing fields of mealies and watermelon. If the people kept
vanishing they’d soon all leave the lands in fear. Who wanted to be out in the
bush waiting to be the next target? It was up to him to figure out what was
going on. Were these disappearances related? If so, why were they being taken?
For what reason? If they were dead- where were the bodies? If they were alive,
why were they being kept? It was a mess, an unsolvable puzzle and no leads at all
or hardly any leads, that was if he considered what the traditional doctor had
said as a lead.
There was the
church. New in the area about the same time. Did that mean anything? Could
MmaShorty be involved in the disappearance of her own daughter? And what about
the traditional doctor? What if he was
taking them? He could be taking the parts he needed and burying the bodies.
Appears good but they are evil? That could apply to just about anyone. And what
about at the end, when he grabbed Delly’s arm, what did that mean? Was Delly in
danger?
Dambuza turned to
Delly. “What happened at the end? Why did he say that?”
Delly looked at
Dambuza and then smiled. “Who knows? I have two fighting hippos out my door,
maybe one is going to pop in and eat me.”
She laughed but
they both knew there was little joy behind it. Dambuza couldn’t shake the
feeling that they did have a reason to be scared, because they were in danger.
***
Dambuza was
surprised how quickly he was able to forget about the day. He’d gone on only a
few dates in his life since he’d been married for the bulk of it and he’d never
been on a date with a woman like Nana. But then again maybe this wasn’t a date?
He needed to keep his thoughts steady and take it as it came, not assume
anything. Maybe it was two buddies meeting up for a beer. In any case, spending
the evening with Nana, date or not, had put him in a great mood.
He found Chuck’s
easy enough. It was the only bar on the mall with a parking lot overflowing
with cars and music pouring out its open door. Inside he found Nana sitting at
a quieter table in the corner. Two men stood nearby trying their luck with her,
but when Dambuza came near, they disappeared.
“You clean up
okay,” Nana said giving him the once over.
He’d bought a new
shirt, since most of his nice shirts were still in the wardrobe of his former
home. Luckily he’d brought his leather jacket and Levis when he left
Francistown. He might be forty-nine going on fifty, and have the beginnings of
an unavoidable beer gut, but he wasn’t a complete loser, despite Bontle’s
attempts to make him feel otherwise. Dambuza sat down opposite Nana and he
could almost hear the sighs of disappointment from the male population of the
bar.
“Ma said you and
she went out to Makalamabedi today. How’d that go?” Nana asked.
“It was okay but
I’d really like to talk about something else if we could.” Dambuza paid the
waitress for the beers she brought. “So why’d you leave UK and come back here
anyway?”
Nana smiled. “You
realise that is the fourth time you’ve asked me that question since I met you.”
“Really? You were
counting?”
“Yes.” Her face
got serious. “I had some trouble. Boyfriend trouble.”
“Well, I can certainly
understand that.”
Her face changed
and Dambuza could see that this was something serious. “No, I don’t think you
can. I accidentally killed him.”
Dambuza wasn’t
sure how to react. What do you say when someone says they killed their lover? “Huh...you’re
right, I don’t understand.”
“Now I freaked you
out. Sorry, maybe I didn’t word that properly.
It was an accident. He was married; he wasn’t even really mine in the
true sense. We were arguing. I wanted to break up. I was tired of it all. All
the hiding and the games. More than anything, tired of being second. Always
second. I wasn’t born to be second.” She took a long drink of her beer. “He was
an actor, a bit well known. Better known than me in any case. So the papers
went crazy, as UK papers do.”
“So are they
looking for you? The police I mean?”
She threw her head
back laughing, her neck stretched out and Dambuza couldn’t stop his eyes from
following it down the plunge of her button up shirt. He looked away just in
time, before his mind and body went to places he wasn’t sure they would be able
to come back from.
“Would I tell a
cop I killed someone if the cops were still looking for me? Ah Dambuza, I can
be foolish, obviously, but I’m not stupid. I have no interest in spending any
of my fabulous life behind bars. No, the police are not looking for me. It was
an accident, like I said. I was never even charged. He tripped trying to grab
me and fell. Unfortunately he hit his head on the hideous marble table he’d
bought me. Dead before he landed on the floor the police said.”
Dambuza was
relieved. He didn’t want to be put in a situation where he needed to arrest his
date. “When did it happen?”
“Beginning of
November.”
“But that’s like
two months ago. Are you okay?”
“You’re sweet,
Dambuza, you know that?” She put her hand over his where it rested on the
table. Only for a minute or so but even when she took it away he still felt it
there. “I’m fine. It was horrible, of course. Besides him dying, the affair
came out, and it was all a huge awful mess. The papers wouldn’t drop it, even after
I was cleared and I was trying my best to get over it. Ma said I should come
home, and suddenly it felt like the best thing to do. So…here I am.”
She smiled but
with a tinge of sadness. Dambuza could see she was Delly’s daughter, a few
shades darker, fabulously beautiful, but tough as they come. A dead boyfriend,
a potential murder charge, life strewn across the tabloids, and still she had a
smile.
“And you? What’s
your story?” she asked sipping at her beer and looking at him with the sexiest
eyes he could ever have imagined.
Dambuza shook his
head. “Do we really want to get into that?”
“Yes, we do.”
“Eighteen years
married, out of the blue, I get served with divorce papers three days ago.”
“Ouch!”
“Yeah, well, maybe
it’s the best thing for us. Neither of us has been happy for a very long time.”
“Kids?”
“Yeah…I think
that’s why we toughed it out for so long. Three.”
“Must be hard.”
“Yeah well…”
Dambuza looked around the bar slightly lost at how he should respond. He didn’t
do weakness well. Chuck’s had something
for everyone. There was a big screen TV at the front for the sports fans. In
the back there was a small wooden dance floor and a DJ for the dancers. Brenda
Fassie’s ‘Weekend Special’ played for the few dancers on the floor.
Nana stood up.
“Okay let’s go.”
She reached out
her hand to him. He took hers and stood up, but still wasn’t clear about what
she was on about -but then everything became frighteningly clear. She was
walking him to the dance floor.
He stopped. This
he could not do. “I…I’m not really a dancer.”
“Don’t be silly,
everyone’s a dancer.”
She was already on
the floor and it was obvious in her world everyone was a dancer. In
Dambuza’s almost no one was. He stood watching her move her body and felt light
headed. He was completely lost. Everyone around the dance floor turned to watch
her. She reached for Dambuza’s hand and he stepped forward mechanically. He did
his best, basically rocking back and forth, and watching her. He was smiling
like an idiot, but he didn’t care. Nana was fabulous.
They drank quite a
bit more and even danced to a few more songs. She talked about the UK and the
theatre she loved so much. He talked about his kids and his job. Dambuza was
surprised when last call was announced. The time had disappeared.
He walked her out
to her car. “Are you going to be okay driving home?” he asked.
“Sure, I’m fine.”
They stood
awkwardly. Dambuza didn’t know what to say. If he said the truth he’d sound
stupid. He didn’t know if he should try to kiss her since he still wasn’t sure
if they had been on a date or not.
“I like you,
Dambuza,” Nana said. “There’s something
about you… an honesty I think. Yeah. I get a lot of posers coming after me. But
that’s not you. You’re just straight. There you are in your thrown together
charming way. Take it or leave it. I like that. It’s refreshing.”
She leaned into Dambuza
and kissed him. First on the cheek, then on the lips. Then again- and suddenly
the answer to the question that rolled in his mind the whole night was
answered. Yes, it had been a date. And against all the odds in the universe, all
the voices shouting no way in his head, it looked like Nana was interested in
him. He wondered what he’d done to deserve that.
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