African Safari Bootcamp for Women

The next day was uneventful—besides encouraging several crocs to return to the river, the entourage slept and lazed around the camp chatting and joking and enjoying the cool breeze whifting off of the river. When Mo awoke and joined the others, Kouri asked, “How are you doing today?”

“Outside of feeling like a lion took a bite out of my posterior, much better.”

Saa unwrapped Mo’s wound and cleaned it. She motioned for Kouri to join her. She showed her the herbs she used, how to apply them, and how to hold them in place with leaves and bindings.

Kisai who had been quiet up until now spouted out in Swahili, “Something is moving towards us through the forest.” Everyone got to their feet to see Katie’s zebra approaching the camp. They broke out in laughter and greeted it with hugs and petting. Mo gave it salt from the salt lick and others built a pile of edible leaves and grass which the animal ate voraciously.

Henna said, “He needs a name. Let’s call him “Shadow”.” Everyone agreed.

When they were finished dressing Mo’s wound, Kouri returned to reading Jane Eyre. After a while she said, “Jane is helping Mr. Rochester recover from the fall he took when his horse lost its footing on the ice near his estate. Jane doesn’t know that Mr. Rochester is her employee and Mr. Rochester doesn’t know that Jane is the governess hired by
Mrs. Fairfax, his housekeeper, to tutor his adopted daughter.”

Theresa said, “He was an arrogant bastard, wasn’t he? He changing moods at the drop of a hat and expected everyone to conform to his wants and needs. He’d pay attention to Jane for an hour or two and then ride off without telling her and not see her for weeks at a time.”

Katie said, “Aren’t all men like that—raised to think they’re special and that the world belongs to them?”

Henna said, “Well, Jane fell for him, didn’t she?” He was big and strong, although a bit homely, like Jane, herself.”

Kouri said, “It was the first man she’d met who treated her with any kind of attention and respect. That’s how Calix is.”

Henna said, “Who’s Calix?”

“He’s the guy I worked for while herding sheep, before I came to the Bootcamp. I had my purse stolen in Sophia, Bulgaria and scrambled to find work and a place to stay until I could get my banking straightened out. I met his sister at Joy Day Health Food Store. While I was waiting to get hired to work in her company, she told me that Calix needed someone to cover for him as a shepherd near Orhid, Macedonia. So I went off to meet him and his family and tend his sheep and goats.”

“How was it?”

“Just amazing. Calix, his mother, and brothers and sisters treated me like family. I wandered the snow topped mountains for a month watching over fifty sheep and twenty goats, chasing off predators and keeping the animals from stumbling off cliffs.”

“And what happened with Calix?”

“He traveled to Greece to visit his uncle. He plans on studying Archaeology at a university in Athens. He was going to asked him to borrow money for his education.”

“Katie said, “And what does this pied piper look like.”

He’s a little taller than I am, with light brown, curly hair, a narrow waist, and strong tanned legs. He’s kind and gentle and considerate and so is his family.”

“Sounds sexy. Did he fall for you?”

“No, it’ll be a long time before he’s ready for marriage. We didn’t even get involved—but he did say he liked me and wanted to see me again. And I guess I was more attracted to him than I realized.”

Henna changed the subject, “Theresa, What do you find attractive in a man?”

I like someone like Sven who’s intelligent with a sense of humor and who knows what he’s about. He’s got to be attractive, but looks aren’t the most important component to me.”

“Do you have someone special in Spain?”

“Are you kidding, with my schedule? I’m working twelve hours a day and am exhausted when I get home. I zone out with a beer in front of the tube and that’s it for the day. I broke up with a guy a few years ago. I thought we were going to get married, but he never asked me. Sven, the guy I met in Nairobi is the only man in my life right now and I’ve only known him for a few weeks.”

“Do you think you would settle down if you found the right one?”

“Sure, that would be easy; I’d have to change jobs, of course—probably start a business I could run from home while raising a family. That is, unless I married someone rich, so I wouldn’t need to work.”

Katie and Henna both said, “Now that’s the life,” and laughed because they were thinking alike.

Theresa said, “On second thought, being married to a wealthy man puts you right back into that helpless, dependent female role. You’re stuck asking your “sugar daddy” to take care of all of your needs and you lose your motivation to develop a career and sustain your semi-independent.”

Katie said, “Mo, tell us about your husband.”

"Simon and I met at Boston University while I was studying geology and he was working on his international law degree. He’s African American, big and athletic, and played football in college. His father was a lawyer and a judge and his grandfather a lawyer before him. He’s kind and gentle with me; however, he can be fierce in the courtroom or when dealing with adversaries.”

“Are you happy?”

“I’m beyond happy . . . I’m ecstatic and madly in love. We often travel together, but decided against it this time.”

Kouri said, “I’m so glad for you. You’re the only one among us who is blissfully married. You’re a role model for all of us.”

“Thank you. So what are we going to do today, troupers—sit around talking about “prince charming”, or find a way off of this pile of rocks?”

Henna said, “We’ve still got some lion meat left. We could gather roots and plants to supplement our meal.”
Theresa said, “Our supply of meat won’t last more than a few days. Then we’ll need to snare something else.”
Katie said, “There’s one thing in abundance out here.”

Stacy said, “Yea, crocs.”

“With a few spears we could get one.”

Mo said, “Or maybe with a noose with a slip knot; however, don’t count on it. They’re fierce and you’ve got to spear them in just the right spot, or the weapon will bounce off their thick hides.”

Kouri said, “How about making jerky out of the remaining lion meat; that way it won’t go bad. It’s easy to prepare; you just soak the meat in a sauce, such as peppers, salt, and herbs, and then let it bake in the hot sun.”

Mo said, “Excellent idea.”

Mo spoke to Saa, “Mother, do you have herbs to cure and preserve our meat?”

“Yes, several.”

“Please give some to Kouri for making jerky.”

Theresa said, “So Amazonians, what are we going to do now, return to the shore we left, or find a way to cross the river?”

Mo said, “We’ll need to traverse it at some point, no matter what we do now. Henna, what do you think; Is this a good place to swim for the far shore?”

She walked over to the water’s edge and the others followed. The island was only about one-third of the way across the watercourse and the current was fast and rough. Henna said, “No, several of us barely made the swim to the island. I’d even be afraid to chance it. What we need is a huge raft, then we could float down stream and gently guide it towards the far bank.”

Katie said, “Now that’s a great idea. And we wouldn’t risk being consumed by crocs.”

Mo said, “How could we build something that big?”

Katie confided, “When I was in the army, we often constructed forts and battlements to do mock battle with other platoons. Let me work on a plan.”

Kouri said, “This island is heavily wooded. We could take branches and brush and tie them together with vines for floatation. We could even make platforms to sit on and a shade to protect us from the sun.”
Mo said, “Let’s do it.” “Mother, how many days walk once we cross the river?”
She held up three fingers. “Two downstream and one day inland.”


Katie scoured the island for resources, examining the types of wood and the sizes of branches. She searched for vines that would be strong enough to hold bundles of branches together. She then imagined the dimensions of a raft that would hold seven women, a boy, and a zebra.

While Mo was feeding Sephie, Kouri and Stacy helped Saa make a sauce and cut the lion meat into strips. Henna and Theresa gathered branches and brush. Hope, the bush baby, snuck scraps of meat when the women weren’t looking.

Henna came running back to camp, “I found something . . . it’s a boat!”

Mo said in disbelief said, “A boat?”

“Yes, I was walking around the north tip of the island and when I rounded the point, I saw it. It’s like an old riverboat you’d see in the movies.”

Kouri said, “Let’s check it out.”

The troop wove their way through the jungle and came to an old water craft that had probably crashed into the island during a spring flood. Two crocodiles were laying on the left gunwale sunning themselves. Mo said, “It looks like the hull is gone. Perhaps we could salvage some of the wood.”

The craft was approximately ten meters long and at one time had been painted a sky blue. You could still read its name, ironic though it was, “Good Fortune”. Now, most of the paint was covered with green slime and vegetation.

Kouri said, “Let’s check it out—maybe we’ll find some tools . . . or even a lost treasure.”

Stacy said, “Or maybe some dead bodies. We haven’t seen any evidence of survivors from the craft.”

Mo said, “I sure don’t want to tangle with those crocodiles. Stacy was already creeping out on a branch to the boat with a spear in her hand. Mo said, “Stacy, Those crocs are going to eat you. Come on back.”

Just then, she threw her hands into the air, let out a shrill scream, and ran towards the predators. Both animals dove into the water. Kisai and Katie jumped into the air from surprise. Kouri said, “Nice going, Stacy. Be careful, there might be more of them below deck.”

Mo and Kouri joined her. Saa waited on shore, holding Stephie while Hope sat on her shoulder. Mo spun the old steering wheel that sat in the center of the forward deck as she walked past it. Kouri peeked down the short staircase and then hit the sides of the boat and shouted several times to scare out any unwanted creatures. Then feeling daring, she slowly descend below deck with Mo and Stacy behind her. A dark, short hallway, with three doors, led toward the stern of the vessel. Kouri stood poised to open the portal on the left, “Shall we?”

“Go ahead.” She turned the handle and pushed but nothing happened. Then with the help of the other two women, it slowly opened. It was the crew’s cabin. Bunks lined the walls, and a plain round table sat in the middle of the room with trash, bottles, cans, and two chairs laying on the floor. Mo found a drawer in a built in cabinet and opened it. She pulled out two machetes and handed one to Stacy and one to Kouri. Then she took out a hand ax and put it in her backpack.

They moved to the next room across the hall. It was the captain’s cabin. It had a fine carved bed and round dining room table, four turned over chairs, and a cabinet with glass and wire doors. Bottles of wine and brandy and cut crystal glasses lined the shelves. Stacy said, “Troopers, it’s party time tonight.” Mo opened the doors and handed out the spoils.

They pulled away masses of vegetation and found a set of drawers below a waist-high counter. The top one was filled with silverware and steak knives. Kouri said, “We’re going to eat in style tonight.”

“These knives will make excellent spears.”

The second drawer held a ship’s compass and log. Mo put them in Kouri’s backpack. She pulled out an assortment of hand tools from the third compartment: hammers, saws, screw drivers, pliers, and wrenches. Mo put these in Stacy’s bag.

A loud cry in Masai of “Help . . . help” coursed the air.

“Saa’s in trouble.” The troopers dashed out of the hold and leaped onto shore with weapons ready. Crocodiles we’re closing in on Saa, carrying Hope and Sephie as she backup up against a tree near the river.