The morning light was barely enough to pass through Chelsi’s bedroom window; but it was enough to tell her that morning was near. She rolled over, away from it and pulled her darling Daisy closer. It was another cold rainy morning, with nowhere to rush off. Daisy let out a sigh in agreement.
“Baaaa… BAAAAH,” screamed a goat. Chelsi’s host family didn’t corral or shelter their goats in anyway, so they had taken up residence in her chinzanza. But because that too was collapsing now it wasn’t uncommon for Chelsi or Daisy to be woken in the middle of the night to goats screaming; they are cold and wet, or grass and support beams had fallen on them. It hurt Chelsi’s heart to hear, but they couldn’t become her responsibility and there was really nothing she could do.
The screaming had woken Tulip too though, and now he was pawing at the mosquito net, trying to find a way on to the bed. Chelsi reached behind her, grabbing the grown kitten by the scruff of his neck and hoisting him on to the bed. “BAAAAAH! BAAAH!” screamed a goat again. Chelsi listened, and she could hear that this was a different goat, one bedded down behind her house, not in front. She didn’t think much of it though. It didn’t sound like the usually situation of a goat bedding down in her toilet, but it was close enough. Maybe it’s just left looking for the others, or the others kicked it out of the chinzanza and now it doesn’t know where to go, Chelsi reasoned to herself. Either way, the screaming was followed by peaceful silence.
A dream was starting to form in Chelsi’s mind eye, when “bmeeee, meeeh,” the weak whimper for a goat caught her attention. A new baby had just been born a few days ago. Maybe it was her mother that got kicked out of the chinzanza and now they’re separated. Half a sleep, her thoughts tried to puzzle it out. She didn’t want to open her eyes to check the time, but she figured, just another half an hour and I’ll get up to check it out.
All three of them in the bed rested until the light naturally lifted their lids. There had been a few more goat noises in the interim, but nothing more that Chelsi thought as cause for alarm. She pushed off the blankets, and pealed herself out of the bed. Daisy grunted, Tulip yawned. She dressed herself and started her morning the same way she did every day. She even pushed open the back window to let a fresh breeze blow through the house.
“Meh he he,” came a goat’s limp whimper. This time Chelsi could tell, that without a doubt it was coming from just under her back window. She spit and rinsed, finished brushing her teeth, she stuck her head out the window to have a look.
“Well, what do you know?”
The black and white nanny looked right up at her. Blood was splattered on the grass, just beyond where the overhang of the roof ended. Clear mucus was smeared on her wall. And poking its head out from between its mother’s legs was a brand new ka mbuzhi.
Chelsi reach out to rub the nanny’s neck, the baby goat took a few wobbly steps to sniff Chelsi’s fingers. It was back and white, like a miniature version of its mother. Chelsi leaned farther out the window to rub its back. Its fur had already been cleaned and was as soft as ever. When Chelsi stroked it, it wobbled and let out a little sigh.
Not wanting to disturb them too much, Chelsi retracted herself back through the window. She gave them one more smile, and finished up with her morning.