Christine, a lady from one of the western countries wanted to learn more about the African culture. She was told at a very young age that her root is traced to the blacks by her mom who singlehandedly raised her. At eighteen, she was more eager to know about the land and culture he came from despite he was not alive.
"Where in Africa is my father from?" She asked patting her mum's hair. Her mum held her for a minute surprised she had brought up the topic they've both agreed not to discuss again.
"What's wrong" her mum enquired, she wanted to ensure she was fine. Christine nod in a gesture that explained she was fine
"Angola, at the northern province. A village called Ankolo.
"I want to go there"
"You're going nowhere" her mum object, "None of his relatives know you, besides the road is dangerous to travel".
Christine sat quietly in the bus that was heading to Ankolo thinking about the long argument she had engaged with her mum. She understands her mum fears the risk of traveling this path, however, she wanted to know her origin. Her mum had reluctantly permitted her. She stares outside the window admiring the trees as she journey along the road.
"Where is this place?" She asked the driver who had been telling the travelers the history of every town they passed.
"Wafo, it's the least among the villages in this provinces but also has the most numbers of warriors".
" What's happening?" Christine asked as she noticed the car jerking.
" Let me check, everything will be fine" he assured them.
Hi @dwixer!
Your story starts with an interesting plot that, although it gets lost in the development, keeps us waiting to read the moment when Christine initiates contact with her lost relatives. I think you have a universal motivation since, according to science, all humans come from Africa. At one point I thought the person approaching the car might be one of the lost relatives of the father or mother, but it's not, it's just a nice man.
Thank you for sharing this story of a personal journey. It seems all children want to know where they came from. In this case, the journey to discovery took the Christine very far away.
You apply the prompt well, because it is a winding road to Christine's roots. Thank you for engaging with your fellow Ink Well authors.
Hello @dwixer. Christine's journey is both physical and symbolic. It is a winding road she travels to the distant village of her ancestors. And, it is a winding road we all travel to self-discovery. This after all is what the questions about roots signify: Who are we? Where do we come from?
Young people are seeking to establish an identity, and learning about their roots is part of that process.
I like your description of the journey through a thick and confusing forest. Once again, this is symbolic.
The conclusion could have been more satisfying. I would have liked to hear how close Christine came to the village. Just a few more sentences would have made this satisfying story even more gratifying.
I enjoyed reading your description of the environment and Christine's journey very much.
Wonderful that you find time to write while you are in a camp.
Be safe my friend.
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I was set on edge anticipating the next move if it would be a lion or anything that would be scary or prolly adventurous. Nice story though. I'ld do same as Christine. Locating my background would be fun.
Yeah sure
Everyone wants to know where they came from. It's a natural curiosity and Christine was bold enough to embark on this important journey that would have change her life despite the dangers on the way.
Too bad they got stuck on the road and luckily found a nice man to help them.
Your story is captivating! Well done. 🙂
Some questions just won't let you be until you get them answered eh
I wonder if Christine will turn back around taking it as a sign to let things be or will she continue on her journey ...
Ahhh, questions, questions :D
Thank you for sharing your story in The Ink Well, @dwixer. I like stories that have several characters all trying to find their way.
I can imagine the pain of not knowing your root.
Christine did well to take a step, and that step will take her there someday.
A nice piece.
Christine is one curious and adventurous young lady bent on tracing her roots. Sometimes in life, we just need to know where we are coming from so as to determine where we should go. Lol
It's a suspenseful story that ends on a happy note. I like it