Beyond the Horizon
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The look on Nel’s face set off adrenaline coursing through her body in a flood of hope. Her heart seemed to burst out of her chest and wildly flew away with her reasoning. She thought her prayers had finally been answered and felt that perhaps her time with Nel would not be in vain after all. The glow in his eyes could only mean one thing. He was experiencing a trickle of feelings and energy flowing back to his lifeless limbs.
On asking him whether that was the case, his countenance brightened splendidly, a doubtless confirmation of the hope deeply thudding in her breasts.
She forgot herself and lowered her guard, putting aside all need for caution and gentleness. Her churning eagerness to see her dream for Nel coming true threw her into a vortex of nervous excitement. She abandoned tact, lost herself in this whirlpool of anticipation and asked him to perform a half a dozen tasks that even a perfectly normal person would still have found strenuous and impossibly confusing.
The look on Nel’s face set off adrenaline coursing through her body in a flood of hope. Her heart seemed to burst out of her chest and wildly flew away with her reasoning. She thought her prayers had finally been answered and felt that perhaps her time with Nel would not be in vain after all. The glow in his eyes could only mean one thing. He was experiencing a trickle of feelings and energy flowing back to his lifeless limbs.
On asking him whether that was the case, his countenance brightened splendidly, a doubtless confirmation of the hope deeply thudding in her breasts.
She forgot herself and lowered her guard, putting aside all need for caution and gentleness. Her churning eagerness to see her dream for Nel coming true threw her into a vortex of nervous excitement. She abandoned tact, lost herself in this whirlpool of anticipation and asked him to perform a half a dozen tasks that even a perfectly normal person would still have found strenuous and impossibly confusing.
Angelo knew her well. He quickly interpreted the signal, once again sensing that the timing wasn’t right. Nothing was ever right with anything any more except…? He sighed again.
What he was seeing before him was not the adorable girl he’d married. This was her image, the ghost of the loving, caring Rhamaliza with whom he’d shared over 16 happy years and three children. The other one was gone and in her place was this one, now the mistress of the army General.
Is it merely because I am of mixed parentage? Is that really the only reason why she decided to run away from home? Or did she simply get fed up being my wife?
Of course he’d never been ashamed to acknowledge that he was a hybrid, the army euphemism for officers who were neither full blooded Tutsis nor Hutus. His mother had been a Tutsi while his father a Hutu who had some Ankole blood in him. Rhamaliza on the other hand was a pure pedigree – another army euphemism. She was a full blooded Tutsi. Angelo bitterly smirked at such an absurd way of classifying decent human beings.
“Angelo, my dearest,” she had said one Sunday afternoon a year earlier, “I think it will be impossible for us to continue living as husband and wife any more.”
He’d looked up from his studious reading of a newspaper in perplexity. “What did you just say?”
“I must leave you.”
He’d laughed, thinking that she was up to her usual provocative and intimate Sunday afternoon mischief. “Why now dear?” He’d asked, anticipating an accusation he’d thought would obviously follow.
What he was seeing before him was not the adorable girl he’d married. This was her image, the ghost of the loving, caring Rhamaliza with whom he’d shared over 16 happy years and three children. The other one was gone and in her place was this one, now the mistress of the army General.
Is it merely because I am of mixed parentage? Is that really the only reason why she decided to run away from home? Or did she simply get fed up being my wife?
Of course he’d never been ashamed to acknowledge that he was a hybrid, the army euphemism for officers who were neither full blooded Tutsis nor Hutus. His mother had been a Tutsi while his father a Hutu who had some Ankole blood in him. Rhamaliza on the other hand was a pure pedigree – another army euphemism. She was a full blooded Tutsi. Angelo bitterly smirked at such an absurd way of classifying decent human beings.
“Angelo, my dearest,” she had said one Sunday afternoon a year earlier, “I think it will be impossible for us to continue living as husband and wife any more.”
He’d looked up from his studious reading of a newspaper in perplexity. “What did you just say?”
“I must leave you.”
He’d laughed, thinking that she was up to her usual provocative and intimate Sunday afternoon mischief. “Why now dear?” He’d asked, anticipating an accusation he’d thought would obviously follow.