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My Life at Sea.

 

For nine months I have been marooned in the Indian Ocean monitoring the sounds of whales. I am accustomed to hearing the soft whir of the wind as it seeps in through the cabin's windows accompanied by a short throbbing sound but today when I opened my eyes in the morning I heard a loud beeping noise, somewhat familiar, yet different from before, more urgent. Running my hand through my short, curly hair, I decide I'd better get up.
It must be the same whales, I figure. After getting up, I stretch my arms and legs to relieve the tension in my lower back, and a tiny wave rocks me from side to side. First things first, I peruse round the boat as I check the anchor for safety. It is secure as ever. Immediately afterwards, I enter the small kitchen, make a fresh cup of tea to start my morning off right.
The tiny waves are now hitting and rocking the boat harder. There must be a storm brewing somewhere, I sigh. I almost choke on my tea as the rocking increases and I ponder, Something isn't right!
One of the two whales is now closer to the surface and I can almost sense it touching the underside of my boat. Is it the one causing the ripples?
The sonar stops blinking and so does the rocking and I settle myself into my favourite position on the deck? legs folded together like a monk deep in meditation or like a Moslem having his meal on a rug on the floor and I continue sipping at my tea.
A soft breeze washes over my face in languorous curls and I feel a suctioning effect from under and above me. Accompanying it is a soft hum and a buzz and I turn my head this way and that, and I raise the frequency of my ear a notch higher as the buzzing increases and I stand up. The sounds now come to me in a dull, echoing rumble and the sonar now blinks long and hard.
I am roused by a heavy jolt.

  The side of my boat has been hit by something and I now move to the centre of it. I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as fear encompasses me like a dark veil and I whimper. My small whines increase into a loud cry as the bumping and movements increase but none can hear me.
For the past few days I have been feeling these strange bumps around me, an increasing pressure surrounding my head and hot air coming to me in small hugs. Today the hugs are coming more frequently and growing stronger. Suddenly, a strong pressure from under me bowls me over and I am blown out of sea and into the cold atmosphere with a pop sound and I let out a wail, arms and legs flailing, and my anchor rope is cut loose.
My distress is short lived as I land on a warm, soft surface gently rising and falling beneath me.
'It's a girl, Mrs. Mboya! A beautiful baby girl.' A soft voice says.
So I'm a girl! I exclaim inwardly and I let out a wail as I feel a pinch behind my left thigh and I struggle to open my eyes to no avail. Some strange voices are now saying. 'Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Mboya!'
'He looks just like you Mr. Mboya.'
The familiar whale's softer voice now whispers close to my face, 'Shhh baby, welcome to the world.' And I feel her lips on my forehead.
She now hugs me closer to her chest and rocks me gently. My wails are short lived as something warm, soft and round touches my lips and I begin to suck on it, now enjoying the sweet soothing sensation going down my throat.