‘What are you running from Dadzie Maduka?’ Dadzie stopped running and turned towards the voice. It was his mother’s voice but it was coming from a traffic control robot that was leaning on a signpost. Frowning, Dadzie tried to sniff back the blood that wouldn’t stop flowing down his nose. He could tell from the numbness that his left eye was swelling shut. He stood, facing robot, in a way that presented his right profile, defiant. He wasn’t going back. ‘What are you running from Dadzie Maduka?’ His mother’s voice asked again. ‘They are mean mama. They said I am a halfling, that my mother is not human,’ Dadzie said. He meant to be brave, but the tears poured from his smarting eyes and he leaned into the metal and plastic body that offered comfort. ‘I am not going back to that school mama,’ he sobbed. ‘Come home Dadzie,’ his mother said from the speaker in the traffic robot’s chest, ‘come home my son.’ Dadzie did not go home, not immediately. He spent most of that afternoon playing truant, ignoring his mother’s voice that came to him from the shuttle bay public address system, from the robot medic in the street ambulance that passed him in South Boulevard, from the Bus Rapid Transit shuttle and every cash point he passed. He expected a lecture when he got home later that day, but his mother only pulled him closed and started telling him about his father and how she had met him on a Mars bound research ship. Untitled work in progress.
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 14:27:29 +0000
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