Chapter Five

Green Pink Flower Plant

It’s kind of a relief being distracted by their magical stone and love making. But my stomach was now growling and starvation was hitting me. It was a good thing I’ve reached the entrance to my aunt’s yard, which was gated by two pillared stones, erecting at the entrance to her land. It wasn’t actually a real gate, but for them it was what they called gated. A mere invisible indication that this land belonged to someone else. I was glad to have reached, but there was still the path to her door that was a good three minute walk.

All that anyone did was walk. There were hardly any vehicles, except for the ones we made and it was driving me crazy that we weren’t allowed to use it. They didn’t want the natives to feel that they were being attacked and invaded. We needed to learn about them first, before making our transition. Today was the last day that my feet were going to be sore. The very last day.

Walking and trembling from exhaustion, I couldn’t help myself. There was this beautiful exotic plant in the path. I suppose my aunt was studying it, that’s what she did. It smelled sweet like candy. It reminded me of what we called “gooby”, back home. A sweet hard candy. Quite sugary. My aunt was growing something that would be the perfect replacement and a small fortune for me, once we settled. I picked it and immediately it opened. Poor delicate thing, I must have killed it. It smelled even sweeter with the petals opened, showing a pink sticky inside. I suppose that’s where we would get the sugar from. It kind of looked like a tongue sticking out. A flower that looks like a mouth. It’s worth a taste. I dabbed my finger on the sticky part and tasted. It was indeed sweet and quite enjoyable. Perfect for my sugary candy empire. One more time, I dabbed my finger, but this time the flower closed on it. Quite funny. I pulled it out laughing to myself. A plant trying to suck my finger, how amusing.

This is the time I wished we could bring our video recorder out in public, but we weren’t allowed to do that either. They wanted minimal exposure of technology, to prevent scaring the natives. They send us on missions, but ill equipped. What kind of reports were they expecting? I made countless complaints that visual footage was extremely important. Yet, the committee refused, making an argument that we shouldn’t manipulate the environment and that we should minimize any engagement, so not to spoil anything. It was a good argument for them back in the comfort of their home, but for us missionaries, we needed every tool we can take.