Hyena Child

In the hot, wandering wilderness of Africa, we find Naieesha, a twelve year old girl who has been raised by a pack of hyena's her entire life.
When Thomas Walters, a man on safari, discovers this girl, he captures her and brings her home to his wealthy family in New York.
Things aren't always what they seem.
Lost and alone, Naieesha's behaviour is intolerable. She fights, eats with her hands, and will do anything to get back home to her beloved pack. Both her and The Walter's family are at their wits end. Can Lena Van Helsing, a teacher for the deaf and misunderstood, step in and save the day?


28. Chapter XXVIII - Naieesha's Perspective

Dreaming again. The village. The people.  Singing.  The upendo.  

No. I want to push away. It means nothing anymore. Nothing is love. Nothing is warm.

Nothing. Wake up, Nai, wake up.

But wait. I see someone. Someone so familiar. I stop fighting the urge to awake.

It is a beautiful woman. She is young. She is slender. And she is dancing.

The woman wears a vibrant bright pink skirt. It moves with her. It twirls with her.

Her feet won't stop moving. She is laughing. 

The woman turns toward me. She pulls me in to dance with her. I am reluctant at first, but once I am in our circle, I cannot stop moving my feet also. I feel a thrill. I feel the joy. I feel alive.

I feel... loved.

We have stopped dancing. The woman looks at me and holds me close.

She is speaking to me.

"Nakupenda... I love you, Nai."

This woman is my mother.

And she slowly fades away.


I jerk awake, calling, "Mother?" "Mother?!"

The elderly woman bursts into my room. "Naieesha!"

"Where is my mother?"

The elderly woman smiles. "Here, chil'.  

She holds up an image. It is the same woman in my dream. It is my mother.

The elderly woman holds me tight. I feel as if she will never let go.

She starts to sob. I start to sob.

"Where is she?!" I choked out between tears.

She is gone, chil'. We will not see her again for a long, long time. But I am here, and I will take care of  you for the rest of my days. We're going home.

I stop and stare at the elderly woman. My grandmother.

"To Africa?" I question her.

She smiles and laughs. "Yes, darlin."  To Africa.




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