”Shelia leaned forward and took my hand. “Sally you are not the first new mother to feel this way. Child birth is a major trauma for a woman’s b...dy. Of course, you can’t just jump back into lover mode. You may need some help getting those old fires burning again.” She paused. “I might be able to help.”“What can you do?” I sniffled.“Well let’s start with those sore nipples. Lay back and open your shirt.”Out of her backpack Shelia pulled a jar of coconut oil. Putting a dollop in her palm, she. “We should be all right there since it’s mostly barren land, sand dunes and scrub. The Masai don’t use it and the animals avoid it due to the lack of water,” Sultar said.It was arranged that tents would be erected ready for them close to a water hole and a generator would be set up. Some of the Gurkha rangers would move there in preparation for them coming.“I’m flying down to Cape Town in the next few days to see what I can buy from the War Surplus Depot at Simons Town. Whatever I get will be. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea. I’d try to imitate that, if I ever managed to get up off the ground again, that is. ‘You know something that’s worse than these bloody stomach cramps?’ I looked up as his shadow landed on me. ‘What’s worse Bess? What could be worse than the pain of starvation? Slowly dying and knowing it.’ Even his tone was showing signs of being beaten. ‘The fucking flies. I’m sick to death of these colourless flies landing on me every minute of the day and night. Where the hell. After looking and smiling at each other for almost a month, one day as Battuta walked by, he saw a different policeman. He was tall, white, and very attractive in golden blonde hair. Battuta did not know why but having reached the age, although he never had been with any other man but he liked to be with men. Once again almost a month passed and they saw each other every day in the morning and one day suddenly the things changed when the policeman said, “Hello and Good Morning” to the boy..