Good luck and God speed." Grandpa gave me a hug and then moved around to Dad and
did the same. I looked at him intently before we drove off. The silvery letters that
floated around his head still rattling off in my mind, his message puzzled me. I had never
known him to be secretive but obviously he did not want Dad to know what he told me.
It took me aback a little and I pondered on his words as we drove the few kilometres of
dirt road back out. The Hummer was fantastic and Dad was revelling in its capabilities
especially since the rain provided him with the perfect playground. I had a feeling that
this exhilaration would soon be replaced with anxiety and to some extent panic. Here
we go, I thought, it's about to begin. I sent out a ping to my friends and to Kayla letting
them know and then turned my attention to the flask with my name on it. May as well
get some warm cocoa in me before we went off the edge of sanity.
It was late and dark, this was going to be hard. For some reason though there was
hardly any traffic. I think it was because it was so miserable that everyone wanted to be
at home. In Gauteng when the weather was bad the traffic was a nightmare, maybe
everyone knew this and over the past few days just decided to give up going anywhere.
We were on the N1 highway within an hour and sped our way towards London Road
where we would be turning into Alexandra. I was worried about the surrounding areas
and the rest of the neighbourhoods but if I was meant to be working there I would be.
Instead I would be here, this is where I was being sent, ground zero. A part of the
Jukskeiriver ran adjacent to the sports stadium and around that area is where the
underground river would break its banks.
I had a thought as we drove. "Dad," I said inquiringly.
"Uh huh" came the reply.
"I think you need to get your friend Graham from the SABC out here as well, he needs to
get what is going to happen onto TV so that people can evacuate the surrounding areas.