The presence of a very caring 'dwarf' (Adama) resident in Bamako helped soothe the tension as Snow White waited patiently in front of the Bamako Tennis Club. Soon, the dwarfs lost all sense of coordination and direction due to fatigue, and incessant arguments frequently ensued. The burning desire to see home was paramount so it somehow kept hope alive!!
The Bamako 'dwarf' knew he had to talk some sense to the bunch headed to Lagos and then led them out of town in the direction of Bobo Doulasso. Still without a consensus of where they'd end up for they day, they dwarfs drove off for the unknown destination led by fate and faith, knowing that some how, Lagos beckoned!
A silent chill enveloped Snow White as the dwarfs contemplated their fate. The pilot, who had, until now been doing a fairly good job had now become marooned to the hilt by the excruciating distance he had covered coupled with a malaria attack, but remained adamant not to let go of his steering. At some point, some dwarfs planned a 'mutiny' against him. But he hung on. He must set a secret record for himself, some of the dwarfs deduced. This was his first time driving that distance through the West Coast. At least he'd have something to brag about back home.
With some lapses in navigation, Snow White ended up at the Sikasso border post between Mali and Cote d' Ivoire ( the original plan was to reach the Mali/ Burkina Faso border) and the dwarfs pondered their next move. Fortunately, this time around, the Malian Border Police had some good advice for them…” Woe is on you if darkness meets you here. You must leave here as soon as possible; any other minute spent here will cost you the services of a military escort to Koury, the next safest border”. Time was running out and so was our money; the plan to reach Bobo became a mirage. To the dwarfs' understanding, the border between Mali and Cote d'Ivoire was volatile and rebels prowl the whole area. It wasn't the place to be; life is precious!
The dwarfs sped off to Koury, danger lurking and the fear of rebels became the beginning of wisdom for the dwarfs. Snow White pulled up at the Koury border post in record time and everyone had their documents processed. Time to move on, but the dwarfs Achilles heels and bone of contention set in again - arguments and more arguments! One dwarf enthused, “we go to Bobo tonight”; others: “no we can't”; some others: “Bobo is just two hours away from the border, let's go there!” Arguing now was a peculiar for them. It raged on!
As the argument increased, three dwarfs went in search of mats. They had to book for 'mat spaces' (to lay their heads for the night) at the border. The female dwarfs went in search of small comforts- like taking a bath, even if it meant their paying for it! Surprisingly, indeed miraculously, they found comfort and more comfort. Another female a resident at the border post, struck a friendship with them, offered all three of them bath, dinner, cold water, bed and breakfast! The male dwarfs had to fend for their food and sleep in the outdoors!
Gentlemen, welcome to the domain of donkeys. As the female dwarfs settled in near by apartment, the male folks - not as fortunate and privileged - got 'mat spaces' in the donkey's domain. The night wore on and the hours stretched. The male dwarfs tried to sleep and knock off fatigue, but it was impossible. Some couldn't find 'mat space' and had to join the pilot in Snow White's belly. The weather had another idea and dusty wind encroached for several minutes. The mats flews in different directions and the donkeys began to 'sing' lullabies. They were on heat! It began to drizzle and the donkeys brayed some more. It was a long tortuous night as the donkeys sang harsh lullabies to the dwarfs. But animals don't sing lullabies-apart for once, when it was recorded to have spoken in Bible.
No other evidence was needed; this was obviously an invisible border the dwarfs didn't foresee. A border that will hinder sleep. This tongue was different, the language was not comprehensible. What was it that the donkey sang? A love song to a new company? Was it a protest for a sudden intrusion? Whatever it was, it was a night the dwarfs could never forget because it took 'donkey years' to end. A night of a thousand lessons. A night the dwarfs were humbled, A NIGHT IN THE DONKEY's 'DEN'.
