“Come stand here with me,” she said taking Henry’s hand. They stood in the middle of the grove where there were no trees. She spread her arms out and closed her eyes. Henry did the same, and slowly, he felt the flutter of wings tickle his entire body as hundreds of the colourful creatures covered him. At first he was afraid and opened his eyes,
“Don’t look just relax and close your eyes,” Akosua said Henry complied and after a couple of minutes he felt light headed,
“Open your eyes” She said, Henry slowly opened his eyes and found that he was looking down on the jungle. His heart raced up, and he felt like he was going to faint, but controlled himself. The green leaves glittered in the tropical sun, pigeons, parrots, humming birds and feathered creatures of all kinds floated next to him. At first he felt numb, and then he screamed, as he slowly began to move forward the wings of the butterflies flapping to the rhythm of his heartbeat
“Ohhhh,” he screamed as Akosua glided up alongside him,
“Isn’t this fun?” she screamed as the wind captured her voice right after she uttered the words. They picked up speed, the trees rushed by below him as they flew over the village,
“Am flying Am flying!” he screamed waving to kids on the beach, they screamed back running and jumping.
They flew over the beach and out to the ocean. The emerald water rushed by, dolphins jumped, some doing flips, whales blew water from their spouts; red snappers glittered crimson just below the surface. The wind whistled by his ears and tears rolled down his face. Goose bumps popped out all over him, causing his skin to feel like it had tightened up. Akosua came up next to him and motioned for him to turn around. He was amazed at how small the island looked from the air. They glided over the island going through clouds, floating by flocks of birds. They went to the other side and out to sea again. Akosua pulled up next to him and pointed in the distance. There was the silhouette of an island against the ocean. Henry struggled to see it against the glare of the sun. The closer they got, the darker the sky became. The emerald ocean became grey, and schools of sharks swam menacingly in the murky water. Crows hovered over the mountain peak at the centre of the island; buzzards attacked the carcass of a dead animal on the black sand beach. Akosua stopped and stared at the island,
“Jumbie Island!” Akosua screamed above the howling wind. The buzzards lined up facing them as if creating a battle formation,
“Lets go back,” she said the butterflies fluttered their wings and Henry was turned around and they glided back to the blue ocean and sunshine.
They stopped over the village and hovered for a while, the kids all ran and stood under them as they slowly descended, landing in the middle of the screaming children,