Extracts from Interview: Nalia

Interview with: Nalia

Age: 16 years old

Gender: Female

Location: B-9 Police Station

Interviewer: Rachel Smith (Lead Psychologist)

 


 

(Click, Click, Click)

Where am I? Who are you?

Nalia? It’s me …

Why do you keep looking at me like that……

(shuffles)

Wait, what is this?

Nalia i’m going…

Is this blood?

WHAT IS THIS?

Nalia, I’m going to need you to calm down.

 (Click, Click, Click)

 (shuffles)

Hey relax, look at me.

Its Doctor Rachel, remember? Am a friend of your dad’s and I’ve been helping him with the department?

(silence)

I’m sorry we had to keep you in this room but it’s all for your protection and everything will be made clear in a moment.

(Shuffles)

I know you are confused but I am here to help you.

You are in B-9 police station and you were found unconscious outside Great Fruits Supermarket a few miles from the Chief residences. Do you remember how you got there?

(Silence)

Liana…

Liana?

(shuffles)

Why am I here?

I’ll answer all your questions I promise….

What is all this…. blood?

 …….but first I need you to try and remember what happened before we found you outside the supermarket.

I…..

He…..

(Shuffles)

I can’t help you if you don’t tell me anything Nalia.

(Shuffles)

Listen, Liana ….

(whispers) what have you done?

….told me that Biko was trying to help. Do you know who Biko is Nalia?

I remember now …..where i was.

I was at home with him, the chief.

What were you doing at home?

I….(shuffles)….I was finishing my homework.

You remember don’t you? How the chief always said that school work was important, how he said it low and cold. You remember don’t you miss ‘it’s the gateway to the white lands’?

Said?

Says, said, your language is foreign to me.

Nalia, tell me what happened after you finished your homework?

I …..

He….(shuffles)….

I don’t want to be here anymore. Now either tell me why I am here or let me go this instant.

He….the Ch…Chiief won’t be very happy about this, white woman.

Listen there is no need to be rude and your father….

(Shuffles)

Father (snickers)

Na…

Curiosity killed the cat you know.

You shouldn’t stick your nose into other people’s business.

(Shuffles)

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Extracts From Interviews: Liana

Interview with: Liana

Age: 5 years old

Gender: Female

Location: B-9 Police Station

Interviewer: Rachel Smith (Lead Psychologist)


(click click)

Hello Liana. My name is Rachel, how are you?

(shuffles)

…..I’m scared.

I know you’re scared Liana and I’m so sorry about that but guess what…. I’m  here to protect you and I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Okay?

(silence)

Do you want to hear a secret?

(silence)

I’d rather be home too, the boys here all smell like dudu.

(giggles)

There we go, now I’m going to ask you a few questions and all you have to do is tell me anything you can remember.

(silence)

 Can you tell me how you got to the supermarket?

I’m not supposed to say….

They told me not to say.

Who’s they Liana?

(Silence)

Hey look, its okay, I promise no one is going to hurt you.

(Click)

Here have some Fanta, you told the officer you like Fanta, didn’t you?

Yes

Good.

Now Liana I need you to try and remember anything you can, okay?

Okay.

Who is they?

 (shuffles) Biko and…… Nalia.

What did Biko and Nalia tell you not to say?

(Silence)

It’s okay Liana, you can tell me anything, pinky promise.

We are friends, right?

Yeah I guess…

If you promise not to tell…

(shuffles)

 

Biko … He didn’t mean too. He was just trying to…..

(Silence)

Liana?

What was he trying to do……

Liana?

(Silence)

(Cuts Recording)

Loki {Part Three}

As his teeth sunk deeper into my flesh and his counterpart proceeded to release me from my skin, I saw her eyes shine golden as the sun. Her hair as wild as its rays. Her movement as swift as the evening winds that passed through our lands every day.

It was she, Loki, the ancestral spirit protector.

Very few had seen her, and even fewer had been in her presence. Loki, some would say, was a myth, while the older children believed it was a meager scare tactic used by the elders but not me.

I believed in her because I saw her once when I went to fetch water. I saw her once reflected behind me from the water which we drink and I knew from that day that she was more than a simple old wives tale.

She leapt and pounced on the Hyenas that threatened to devour me and my family to nothing.

She ripped them apart and her paws dug into their backs and as she finished off the last one I realized that Loki was I.

The Hyenas {Part Two}

I had resigned myself to death.

The earth that was our grave would become our final resting place. The earth where me and my siblings played about with clay and mama would clean the hut and fetch water with her friends would be our final resting place.

But as I closed my eyes ready to leave this plane, I felt it before I saw its face.

It pierced my foot with such intensity the pain woke me up from my slumber.

It gripped tight, much tighter then when mama would grab me to give me a beaten before bed. These were teeth is what I could gather in my incoherent state. Teeth much different from when Adeben, my brother, bite into my flesh that day I beat him swimming across the lake.

This felt like that except I felt evil instead.

I cleaned my eyes the best I could and strained to see the animal that dragged me to my death. From the laughter and snickering I heard from the east and west, I realized it was the hyenas that played along the forbidden path in May.

The Coffin {Part One}

I remember as a child how I would be mesmerized when mama sang to me as I suckled on her breast.

She always had one hand ensuring I balanced on her lap, and the other stirring the pot of porridge which the older children would have. I loved how she always peaked down at me with a smile and laugh and nuzzled my little nose as her voice shook the hut.

But now, as my weight pressed down on her, the lovely smell that once soothed me to sleep was now replaced with the scent of debwalo, that which we call the final release.

A few moons past, the white men came through our path. They had funny hats and talked in a way that made the little ones laugh but one think was for sure to those that were in charge, they looked just like the gwongo (spirits) those who hide along the forbidden path.

The white men shook the huts, went through our lands and demanded the chief give up all that we had and when they were met with defiance from our warriors who took stand, they vowed to come back for what they knew they couldn’t have.

I remember as a child how my papa would pick me up off the ground and spin me around.

He was strong because of how well he worked the lands and he was mighty because how many fights he had under his arm.

My papa was my everything and as his cold hands now lay a few inches away from my broken arm and the soil they pour over our corpses sinks into my wounded gash, I knew paradise was gone and it would no longer return to our lands.

 

Part Three

Deja: The Ministers Daughter

As I felt the metal penetrate deeper and deeper into my skull I knew I had taken it too far.

Chad was a spoilt brat from high school who tried everything he could to get me and I loved it.

The way he watched me, followed me around like a puppy, he was the thing that every girl drooled over but he only drooled over me.

When I first saw him at the freshman mixer, all the memories came back and for a moment I was glad he was here.

For me, Chad represented a form of entertain that broke the monotonous role my parents forced onto me from the time I could say my first words.  He excited me with his obsession and maybe you could say, he was mine as well.

So when we made our stop at the petrol station and I saw that stupid boy checking me out, I saw it as an opportunity to spice things up but I didn’t think he would go off the handle.

All I wanted to do was to rile him up and watch him get hot under the collar. I wanted to see his anger and have him put me in my place. I wanted my parents to hear about it and rack their brains. I wanted……