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    Savannah

    Savannah
    The knock was soft on the exotic wood of the bedroom door.
    It opened before any summons to come in could be heard.
    "Habari ya asubuhi Mama Bette" came the voice of a little thin black woman. "Good morning, it’s time!" she reaffirmed this time in English as she stepped further into the room to make sure that she had been heard by the sleeping woman.
    A disembodied voice rose from below the soft blanket draped over the king size bed.
    "Nzuri, Augustine, asante," the voice was sleepy but there was no doubt that the woman below the blankets was awake. "Good Morning to you too, Augustine."
    A hand appeared from below the blankets to push them away and reveal  a slightly dishevelled brunette who was clearly not relishing the early morning rise. 
    She sat up in the middle of her bed trying as best she could to shake the night’s slumber. Her mind was fuzzy from the lack of sleep and she yawned really loudly, stretching her arms above the mop of curly hair which seemed to want to sit upright atop her head.
    With a mental sigh, she allowed her brain to focus on the importance of the day ahead of her and cautiously opened one eye and then the other. The room was still dark.
    She knew the old woman was still in the room with her, observing her suspiciously as was her habit, through the sheer veil of the net which surrounded her bed.
    "Kahawa?" Bette enquired.
    "Ndiyo, Mama Bette," the old Swahili woman replied in her native tongue. "You know I would never wake you, knowing that your coffee was not ready. You need to get up now, the men will be here soon. You have work to do."
    "Ok, ok Augustine, I am up now you can leave. I will not go back to sleep, I promise! I just need a shower and I’ll be out soon." Bette feigned slight outraged at the insistence of the old woman to get her out of bed.
    The little old woman turned her heels, muttering  under her breath in her dialect.
    Bette laughed at the ramblings of the frail looking woman she held so dear. She was practically her second mother.
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    1. Hey Kins! Yippee another story from you!! :-) What a beginning :-) totally a different Melvin here :-p and Bette stays in Kenya?! Hmmm… Interesting! I hope you don’t make Tina as one of the Illegal tusk hunter or trader >_< ... Anyway, no worries about the language... Let it flow with the story, for me personally it's totally foreign and I just take it as part of the story where Bette interacted with the locals. :-) so, what are you waiting for?! Just bring it on...!!! :-) he3...

    2. I like ur style of writing, and the plot seems interesting, keep it coming and we will keep reading for sure, LOL. I don’t know Sawaheli but I guess it has some similarity with Arabic! I think u r doing fine.

    3. Hi kins40, What an awesome beginning; full of mystery and a real sense of Africa. I loved it and can’t wait to read more. It will be a pleasure to read how the rest of the gang play their parts in this story. Please continue soon. Your Loyal Fan.

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