Chapter 21 - The Rains
The rains were now upon us with their attendant storms, and these were a nightmare to me. I felt completely vulnerable and if one came on while the men were at the bridge I would lie on my bed with my head under a pillow, very aware of the bed being iron and hoping the men would be able to run the few yards to the house in safety. The smell of the first rains is unforgettable. The heat and dust gradually accumulate in a tension which affects everyone, bush fires break out all around the ground is cracked and hard, water is low, insects are vicious and the birds cry their very sad mournful notes over and over again, then suddenly comes the crash of thunder, the blackness, and then a wall of water descends until we all appear to be floating inside a huge waterfall, swaying and pounding all around us and we rush onto it like a baptism, laughing and smelling that combination of wet burnt earth and vegetation, the tensions gone. A circular letter written to the members of the Forestry Department one October, summed it up this way;
The cement had all been moved into dry quarters, mounds of wood were safely housed, but the work went on with the river rising rapidly and all poles being re-lashed and a different set of cares and precautions and duties to fit the changed weather. The temperature rose high between storms and low just after and it was a time of chills and fevers. Roy had malaria which we attended at home and he was soon better - just a few days of fever with every blanket available piled on him and regular doses of paludrine, then the profuse sweating until he was soaked and changed till it dried up. I had hundreds of mosquito bites on my legs, which I had scratched and they turned septic, so as Alex had another attack of Malaria, we decided to make a visit to Kasama for stores, a convenient time to visit Kasama Hospital and get supplies for our camp. The Sister in charge made us welcome, but after examining us decided that we had better stay in hospital for a few days and we were put into a ward with two beds normally used for women in labour, and rather high!. Many of the Kasama people came to see us and made the obvious jokes, so that it was more like a holiday than an illness. I never had malaria at Kalungu, and my prescription was to scratch the bite before the poison had a chance to take effect. I was lucky not to be sceptically inclined, but even so it took some days to clean up my bites and Alex and I shared the labour ward during that time. It was a pleasant change to be in semi-civilisation for a short time, but we were always glad to get back to camp, and wondered how the Kasama people could possibly live happily under such boring conditions!. |