Day Of The Serpent 4

By Drum Digital
01 May 2014

Deep down he was afraid of snakes but he would do anything to impress the beautiful Lesego.

I pivoted my knee on the floor and started to cautiously raise my chest. The snake fidgeted as it felt the weight lifting.

My eyes fell on its head. Something was wrong.

The head of the snake was out of sight, still buried. Then I realised I’d been saved.

The snake’s head was trapped. I must have dislodged a loose chunk of cement from the floor as I fell on the snake.

This fragment had landed across the fissure in the floor and trapped the serpent’s head.

I slowly got up. The snake wiggled weakly. It was exhausted, I reckoned. All the onlookers were silent.

“Plastic bag, hurry!” I shouted. In no time, a black shopping back was thrust over my back into my left hand. I opened it, hands

still shaking, and placed it, mouth first, over the head of the snake. My other hand briskly plucked out the stone that weighed it down. The snake shot up into the shopping bag.

The ladies screamed. My jittery hands fumbled with the neck of the bag. With the snake now inside and still writhing, I hastily tied the neck in a double knot.

I stood up from the rough floor, holding my trophy at arm’s length, like a thief with a bag of gold.

Nonetheless, my shoes were still filled with jelly. What if the snake were to burst out of the open bag and attack me?

I jumped off the porch and headed for the bush. The ladies scattered. At the end of the village was a dry riverbed with thick bushes on either side of it. I stormed up to the riverbank, opened the plastic bag and put it on the ground.

When I came back, I could now feel my feet. The jelly feeling was gone as I strode up to Lesego.

“As I told you,” I started, speaking with the voice of Superman, “snakes are harmless if you know your way with them.

There’s no need to kill them. They are beautiful creatures.”

“I thought it had bitten you. You fell hard on it,” she said.

“That was not falling. It’s called the bellypuff and that’s the best way to subdue a snake.”

Lesego thanked me very much and other women nodded in recognition of my wisdom and bravery.

“It’s fine. Just let me know when there’s another snake,” I said, inflating my heroism.

But in my mind I meant precisely the opposite.

So I walked back to my house, feeling like a very important man and hoping that I never had to cross paths with a snake again.

There was one dream I never needed to dream again – the one where I rescued lovely Lesego from danger. But now I had a new dream to work on – the one where I took her in my loving arms.

-by Legodile Seganabeng

The end.

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