Beauty with Confusion by Shepherd Mavis Young

Author:Shepherd, Mavis Young [Shepherd, Mavis Young]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dorrance Publishing Co. Inc.
Published: 2011-11-18T16:00:00+00:00

“All right,” I replied. I picked up my baby and my things from the bed and left the premises. I walked to Broadway Shopping Center, and I sat down next to the red phone booth, hoping to see friendly faces. I was scared and confused. When it got dark, I walked to the Europeans-only park and sat on the bench. It was summertime and very hot. Soon, I was not alone. Three nonwhites who work in the area stayed on the benches. They were not friendly, but it was not too long before the strangers were gone. I was left alone with the benches and the streetlights. I changed my baby’s napkin on the bench, and this time, I had dresses and a shopping bag. I moved toward the trees. Behind the trees, there were pavement and the street. It was dark, but the streetlights helped me see. Across the street, there were rich people’s homes. I sat on the bench all night, and at about 4 A .M ., I heard a sound of a whistle coming from far away, and I listened. I got very scared, then I could hear it clearly coming from downhill. I could not move from the bench (???) shaking with my baby. The night was quiet. Only the leaves from the trees and the Popsicle paper cups rolling on the ground were making noise. It was a little windy. Somebody was whistling a song called “The Lion Sleeps Tonight.” I kept looking in between the trees to the street, and suddenly, I saw a white top slowly rising up down the hill. Oh my God! It’s only a milkman, a Zulu man pushing a heavy white wagon, full of fresh milk pints. The man could hardly push it, and when he got up the hill, he stopped, sat down on the pavement under the streetlights across, rolled his tobacco, smoked for about ten minutes, then he got up and dusted off the back of his white shorts, trim with red on the knees, along with his short-sleeved shirt, trimmed with red. He fixed the sandals he was wearing, made out of car tire, then he opened the wagon and took out two big pints of fresh milk. He walked inside the gate of one of the houses. He could not see me across, between the trees. I was about twenty feet away from the wagon with fresh milk. It took me a split second to lay down my baby on the bench and rush to the wagon to steal one pint of milk to drink, to have enough milk in my breast. I watched the milkman coming out of the gate. He closed the top of the wagon, which he left open, then he moved on. I drank the milk, but after drinking, only then I thought, My God, what if he had seen me? He could have hurt me or raped me. What will happen to my baby? I realized I had escaped the danger.

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