Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Bedtime Story

As I am writing this, I can hear the thunder rolling in the distance and the joyful sounds of traditional drums and chants in the background. There is a retreat starting tonight at the school, and sound seems to travel differently here. The running joke is that I attend mass four times a day with out ever leaving my apartment. I can hear every word even though the chapel is on the other side of the compound. Today, I have walked up the hill needlessly (as the person I needed to see was in a meeting), been to a fellow missionary family’s house for a birthday party (bbq chicken and potato salad), made rice for the cat, been bit by said cat twice (he is skating thin ice, but thankfully no broken skin), and written out a shopping list for tomorrow. The day is winding down, so it’s time to unwind. I have been promising my family I would post this particular blog, so I finally brewed myself a pot of tea and sat down to write.

I’d tell you to close your eyes, but that defeats the purpose. Instead, I want you to unlock your imagination. Delve deep into the recesses of your mind and unlock the door to the world of infinite possibilities and put yourself into my shoes for a few moments.

It’s late, the sun having long ago fallen behind the mountains and the city has quieted from an abundance of noise to a dull roar of bugs, birds, beasts and the occasional car. You rinse the last dish in the sink from dinner and dry your hands, turning off the light on your way out of the kitchen. You walk into your room, careful to keep the cat out. The last time he wormed his way into your room, he sprayed your quilt for a second time and tore a hole in your curtain. The air in the room is cool, so you pull on your pajamas and a pair of socks to keep your toes warm. There is nothing worse than having cold toes when you’re trying to sleep peacefully.

You do a quick check of your room to make sure things are off the floor and turn on your lantern so you don’t have to fumble with your mosquito net in the dark. You’d probably rip it or yank it out of the ceiling if you tried that. With a quick flick, the light goes off, only the soft glow of the lantern to guide you. Unclipping the slit in the net and slipping inside, you are finally in your little cocoon of peace and relaxation. You clip the mosquito net closed, twisting the two edges together to seal it and tuck it up under your mattress. You get yourself situated in the center of the bed, slide your legs under the sheet and fluff your pillow, thankful you brought one from home because the pillows here are about as comfortable as a rock. You pull your quilt up to your shoulders and take a moment to surround yourself with the love the quilt represents. Each fabric was handpicked to represent a loved one—a memento from home to curl up in when you need a hug. Your breathing evens out and the world begins to lull you to sleep.

In the muddled world of half asleep, you hear a buzzing—no, not a buzzing, it’s more of a vibration. You know, the one you hear as a fly zooms past your ear. “Thank goodness for a mosquito net,” you think, turning over and stretching your legs out a little more. Again you hear the noise only this time it’s closer. It grows louder, and you feel an unsettling breeze on your cheek. Panic courses through you. The sanctity of your mosquito net has been breached. Something is in there with you, something with wings. Your tired mind struggles to come awake and begins fantasizing that the demon in the net is a rabid bat and soon you would feel its teeth sink into your flesh. You reach for the lantern, but it won’t go on. The battery needs to be recharged and your stomach seems to fall to your toes. Your trembling fingers land on your flashlight and you click it on expecting the worst, but in the light, you see nothing. You check everywhere, lifting blankets and pillows trying to find the source of the ghostly wind on your cheek.

The vibration is gone, but you know what you heard. You know something is in there. You know, but it seemed to have vanished. The adrenalin is wearing off, and you can feel your body beginning to crash.

Carefully, you slid your legs back under the sheet and pull the quilt to your chin, taking deep breaths to calm down. You turn off the flashlight and once again find yourself in darkness. Usually, you find darkness peaceful, but without an answer, your mind vilifies the dark world around you. As your breathing evens out once again, you manage to banish the wild thoughts from your mind and close your eyes. Just as you feel your body relax into your foam mattress, the vibration is back. It seems to be coming for you. Your breath hitches, and your hands begin to tremble. Your fingers can’t seem to find the flashlight you literally just held in your hands, and the mysterious wind is back. With a swallowed scream, you pull your quilt over your head, tucking it under your body as much as you can to keep whatever it is away. It is there inside the comfort of your quilt that you drift off to sleep.

The sound of your neighbor’s crashing pots as she prepares a meal for her family wakes you. Sunlight peaks in from around your curtains and reflects off the teal paint covering your walls. You roll over and open up the net careful to seal it behind you. After putting the cat outside for the day and finishing breakfast, complete with your daily dose of an anti-malarial, you walk back into your room to get dressed and make your bed. The memory of the horror of last night is not really important as you start a new day. The mosquito net is carefully tucked around your mattress, so you gently pull it out. As you loosen one side, a dark object falls onto the ground at your feet.

Startled, you jump back a little and look down. Lying on red tile at your feet is an at least two and a half inch cockroach. On one hand you feel relief at knowing what the intruder of your peace the night before was, but on the other you are sitting somewhere right around nauseous. Its legs twitch and out of reflex you stomp down with your slipper clad foot two or three times to make sure it’s really dead.

You kick it through your house not wanting it anywhere near your hands. What if it comes alive and crawls? Yeah, no. Plus, maybe it will send a message to any other cockroach the size of Texas that your house is off limits. As soon as it’s mangled body flies over the edge of your concrete “porch” into the grass, you slam the door shut and rush into your kitchen for a bucket, some bleach and your floor rag.  You don’t stop until every tile in your house glistens. Only then are you able to breathe.

Pro of this entire experience: my floors got cleaned. Con: I’m a little more paranoid when I hear things at night. Having something with you in the mosquito net—an object designed to protect you from bugs—is unsettling, and there is just something about cockroaches that sends shivers down the spine. This morning, I killed two more cockroaches, but there was no panic. I just stepped on them and flung their bodies into the grass. For the record, I have been here a month today, and there have only been five cockroaches in my house. I am told they are a part of life here, so I think I am doing just fine with my five. I just hope they choose to stay out of my mosquito net from now on.


  1. Good morning, how are you?

    My name is Emilio, I am a Spanish boy and I live in a town near to Madrid. I am a very interested person in knowing things so different as the culture, the way of life of the inhabitants of our planet, the fauna, the flora, and the landscapes of all the countries of the world etc. in summary, I am a person that enjoys traveling, learning and respecting people's diversity from all over the world.

    I would love to travel and meet in person all the aspects above mentioned, but unfortunately as this is very expensive and my purchasing power is quite small, so I devised a way to travel with the imagination in every corner of our planet. A few years ago I started a collection of used stamps because through them, you can see pictures about fauna, flora, monuments, landscapes etc. from all the countries. As every day is more and more difficult to get stamps, some years ago I started a new collection in order to get traditional letters addressed to me in which my goal was to get at least 1 letter from each country in the world. This modest goal is feasible to reach in the most part of countries, but unfortunately, it is impossible to achieve in other various territories for several reasons, either because they are very small countries with very few population, either because they are countries at war, either because they are countries with extreme poverty or because for whatever reason the postal system is not functioning properly.

    For all this, I would ask you one small favor:
    Would you be so kind as to send me a letter by traditional mail from Cameroon? I understand perfectly that you think that your blog is not the appropriate place to ask this, and even, is very probably that you ignore my letter, but I would call your attention to the difficulty involved in getting a letter from that country, and also I don’t know anyone neither where to write in Cameroon in order to increase my collection. a letter for me is like a little souvenir, like if I have had visited that territory with my imagination and at same time, the arrival of the letters from a country is a sign of peace and normality and an original way to promote a country in the world. My postal address is the following one:

    Emilio Fernandez Esteban
    Avenida Juan de la Cierva, 44
    28902 Getafe (Madrid)

    If you wish, you can visit my blog www.cartasenmibuzon.blogspot.com where you can see the pictures of all the letters that I have received from whole World.

    Finally, I would like to thank the attention given to this letter, and whether you can help me or not, I send my best wishes for peace, health and happiness for you, your family and all your dear beings.

    Yours Sincerely

    Emilio Fernandez

  2. Emilio,

    I think your collection is a wonderful thing! The postal system is a little tricky here, but I will see what I can do about getting you a letter.

    Thank you for reading my blog and taking the time to comment! It's nice to know that someone reads it! I wish you all the best, and I will check your blog!

    Best wishes,