The Blue-eyed Beauty and the Wai Wai Warrior

By: Abdool A. Aziz
THE Scottish student, Mary Boots came to Guyana to study the life of the Harpy Eagle, the largest bird of prey which is found in our country. She was attached to a Wai Wai Amerindian village to do her university assignment.

THE WARRIOR GUIDE
She was well greeted when the Cessna Aircraft touched down at Konashen, and the village captain assigned his only son Torro to be her special guide. The young brave was enamoured by this C`aucasian beauty, wearing a crown of auburn hair and glaring her jet blue satellite eyes, like a pair of azure diamonds. No one had seen a white woman before. She was an honoured guest and the villagers were told to respect her. Torro was ecstatic to be close to her, he was fascinated by those blue marble orbs sparkling and dazzling.

ON THE TRAIL
Just before dawn, they set out for the Savannahs and the tall Kumaka tree which was the nesting place of the giant eagle. She was from the hills of Scotland – rough and tough, but a bit wayward. While crossing a mossy log across the swamp she slipped and fell. As she struggled to regain her composure, she caught the attention of a hungry Anaconda slithering nearby.

THE RESCUE
The reptile wrapped its huge coils around her. Torro immediately plunged into the muddy waters and took out his knife. He jostled with the snake found its head and punctured it. The serpent went limp, the coils loosened – Mary was saved. Torro lifted her on his shoulders and brought her to the embankment and cleaned her up. He dashed back into the swamp and dragged the snake out, skinned it and smoked the meat. Anaconda for supper.

TORRO HER – HERO
She hugged and kissed the brave man. Her country is famous for chivalry, but this warrior was exceptional. A few seconds late and her bones would have crushed. Torro built a makeshift shelter and stood guard as Mary slept – all bruised up. It was a full moon. Past midnight she rose and came to be with her sentinel. Even at nights, her eyes glowed, and Torro stared at them. She invited him to sit close to her. He stood his ground, she retired to the rough grass bed. Then Torro heard a scream, he darted into the camp. A tarantula was walking on Mary’s chest, he grabbed it, crushed it and devoured it. Mary gave him a bear hug, Torro fell on her, he scrambled up but Mary pulled him back down. Those blue eyes mesmerised the man. He couldn’t resist the Scottish amorous overture, her heart fell for this young innocent man. Torro was lost not in the rhythms of love but those magnetic eyes, he kept staring at them as though hypnotised.

THE DEPARTURE
As the Cessna took off with Mary, Torro hid behind the bushes with a sad heart. His beloved ‘blue-eyed beauty’ is leaving, and Mary too was love-sick. She left her heart in Konashen.

THE RETURN
Completing her thesis in ornithology, she returned to Guyana to her heartbeat – Torro. She married him, adopted the Amerindian way of life and was happy. The two races blended into euphoria. She became the mascot of the tribe. A daughter born to them was named Anaconda in memory of Torro’s bravery. Love knows no boundaries, follow thy heart.

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