Jambo Rafiki ~ Part 2
Title: Jambo Rafiki - Part 2
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: AU: Kris Allen left his life behind in the States to follow the intriguing Sheikh Addi Baba (Adam) and work for his foundation. During a trip to Amsterdam, Kris made contact with a charity that brings water to those who don’t have it. Addi’s organization decided to invest and Kris and Addi (and bodyguard Amir) are heading off on the adventure of a lifetime to lead a hand.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone involved. Entirely a figment of my imagination. Not intended to offend any group.
‘Jambo Rafiki’ is Swahili for ‘Hello Friend’. I did some research but didn’t want to spend more time looking up facts than writing the fiction. If something doesn’t seem correct to you, suspend your belief LOL
Sorry this is so short but I’ve kept everyone waiting long enough. Hopefully, the next one will be longer.
Jambo Part 1 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/89321.html
Addi Baba Masterlist ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/88865.html
~*~*~*~
It was a long, hot, noisy flight from Nairobi, Kenya to Dire Dawa, Ethiopia. They had landed once to refuel and arrived just as the sun was setting. At that point, it was too dark to unload the cargo plane, load the trucks and head out. Besides, it wasn’t wise to travel at night into the rural areas.
Addi, Kris and Amir were going to check into a hotel until they learned Tim and the others were camping out in the hanger. They had every right to sleep in a soft bed if they wanted too but all three men felt guilty doing so while the others slept on mats on concrete.
A couple of local men had met them and would be driving the trucks to the village tomorrow. One of them, Solomon, had brought a meal prepared by his wife and her sisters; he said he knew they wouldn’t be moving on that night and would need something to eat. Though it was a humble meat stew with vegetables, sourdough flatbread and fruit, it was feast to them and praised as such.
After they ate, the exhausted group took out their sleeping mats and got ready for some much needed rest. Kris looked over at their local helpers and noticed, alarmingly, that they were moving towards the entrance of the hanger with shotguns. He tugged on Addi’s arm and was relieved his boyfriend seemed just as shocked. Addi headed towards Tim and Kris and Amir followed.
“Is there trouble?” he asked, pointing towards the men.
Tim shook his head but he looked grim nonetheless.
“Everything we’ve brought with us is highly valuable on the black market. We need security to make sure we don’t get robbed. They’ll be coming with us on our trip too.”
“Does this happen often?” Kris asked.
“It happened to us the first time we made a trip here but we learned our lesson. We’ve come close a few times but luckily it hasn’t happened to us again.”
Moving back to their mats, Kris and Addi laid down. They wanted to hold each other but their personal relationship would have been frowned upon by the locals so they moved as close as they could and kept eye contact.
There was a shuffling above Kris’ head and he looked up. Amir was sitting up, leaning against the wall.
“Aren’t you going to sleep?”
The bodyguard shook his head.
“My job is to protect Sheikh Baba and you. If there is a chance there will be trouble, I must be ready.”
Kris smiled and lay down again, still scared as hell but not quite as much anymore.
~*~*~*~
Up at 5:30am, everyone pitched it, unloading the cargo plane and loading the trucks. While the more seasoned men hauled the larger items, it was still exhausting for Kris and Addi making multiple trips back and forth with the smaller boxes and bags.
Half way thru the moving, Addi stopped and rested his hands against his lower back as he arched back and winced.
“Sorry you came?” Kris asked, just as achy but not willing to share that.
“Not in the least. I just need to get used to carrying things heavier than a briefcase.”
“Well,” Kris replied slowly as he set a box of mosquito nets into the back of a truck, “you’ll have plenty of time to practice. Maybe you’ll look like Amir by the time this trip is over.”
“Wishful thinking Kristopher … wishful thinking.”
Mid-morning saw them leaving the city behind and a vast landscape opened up before them. The rainy season had just come to an end but the predominant color of the vegetation was brown, though green bushes and small trees popped up here and there. The roads were dirt and rock and the vehicles didn’t have seatbelts. Kris and Addi each braced themselves with one hand out before them, clutching the front seat, and another above them so they didn’t bump up and hit their heads.
There was so much to see that the boys didn’t really talk. This adventure was overwhelming and at least for Kris, he was afraid if he turned away or said something, he’s miss out on an once-in-a-lifetime sight.
A flurry of voices emerged from the front seat and the caravan came to an abrupt halt.
“The road’s been washed out by the rain. We need to go back and take another route.”
That detour added another half hour to their journey and just when they seemed to be back on the right track, they came to a halt again. This time, there was a fallen tree across the road. All hands got out, including the boys, and they began shifting the massive obstacle when a droning sound filled the air. The locals leapt back from the trunk and not knowing what the fuck was happening, the visitors did the same.
“What’s wrong? What’s that sound?” Kris asked, panic rising in his throat.
“Bees … the trunk is full of bees,” Solomon replied.
Stepping back, a new game plan was devised. Solomon and his crew tied a rope to one end of the wooden hive and the other end of the rope to a jeep. Slowly, they dragged it clear of the road, causing a minor cloud of pissed-off insects that thankfully kept close to home. As soon as the rope was untied, they all got their asses out of there as fast as they could.
Kris’ mom always swore by the old adage that things ran in threes and it proved right again. First, the road was washed out; next, a tree full of bees blocked the road; now, the engine on one of the cargo trucks conked out. For obvious reasons, they couldn’t leave the truck behind so the entire convoy stopped until either the problem got fixed or they had to move the cargo into another truck and leave that one behind.
The hottest part of the day was upon them and shade was at a premium; what little they found wasn’t much cooler anyway.
Kris looked at the sweat beading on his boyfriend’s brow.
“I figured you’d be used to this heat,” Kris commented.
“I prefer my hot spots air conditioned.”
Taking a swig from the canteen, Kris handed it to Addi.
“It’s not that bad. Kinda reminds me of a few summers back home in Arkansas.”
“Do you have air conditioning there?”
“Uh … yeah.”
“Then I’d love to visit Arkansas on a day such as this.”
Kris burst out laughing, taking the canteen back.
An hour later, they were moving again. Some thing-a-majigger came off a thingy-a-ma-bob and it didn’t take long to fix. It was mid-afternoon at this point and the boys were worn out without having done anything really. The lead jeep stopped at a fork in the road. Tim, who was in the truck with Addi and Kris, got out.
“Where you going?”
“You fellas are taking a detour.”
“We are?”
“Once we get started with the well, there won’t be time to make a trip to the local hospital to drop off the supplies you brought. Tyrell here,” he gestured to their driver, another local, “is going to take you three there while the rest of us continue to the village.”
“Is that safe?” Addi asked, worrying his bottom lip.
“You’ll be fine. Tyrell lives in the village … he knows the area like the back of his hand. After you drop everything off, he’ll bring you to us.” Tim looked back and forth between their worried faces. “If you’d rather not ….”
“No, no … we’ll go,” Kris jumped in, smiling at Tyrell. “We trust you guys … this is just new to us … and a little intimidating.” He grasped Addi’s hand behind the seat. “Besides, we came here to help and we’ll do what we need to do.”
Tim shook their hands and jumped into another truck just as Solomon and his shotgun jumped into theirs. The rest of the vehicles left and then the medical truck turned right and with every second, put more space between them and the others.
Everyone remained silent. Since they’d left Dire Dawa, the only people they’d seen were their own group of travelers. At first, they saw one or two people walking along the road and then more and more appeared. Tyrell explained those folks had walked miles to seek medical care. When they finally reached the hospital, there was a line-up outside, locals sitting on the ground, under trees, or benches. It was a plain, simple building but the area was clean. Staff in white lab coats moved amongst the patients outside, doing quick health checks, probably looking for those in urgent need. A man with an air of authority came out with a pregnant woman, handing her something and giving her a reassuring smile.
“The doctor,” Tyrell pointed out.
Addi was just about to step out when a woman came by holding a limp child in her arms - he stopped short of hitting her with the heavy door. The little girl’s eyes were open but she looked so out of it, it was painful.
Kris had seen her too but he knew time was short and started unpacking the medical supplies they’d brought. When Addi didn’t join them, Kris came back to him.
“We need to unpack.”
Addi shook his head, eyes wide and staring as he gazed around.
“I’m … I’m sorry Habibi … I can’t … I can’t do this,” he whispered roughly.
Without another word, Addi turned on his heel and started walking away.
Pic of Dire Dawa - http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1e/MosqueDireDawa.JPG/300px-MosqueDireDawa.JPG
Landscape pic - http://mw2.google.com/mw-panoramio/photos/medium/63704782.jpg
Rural hospital - http://www.fistulafoundation.org/newsletters/winter2005a/bahir_dar_clinic2.jpg
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: AU: Kris Allen left his life behind in the States to follow the intriguing Sheikh Addi Baba (Adam) and work for his foundation. During a trip to Amsterdam, Kris made contact with a charity that brings water to those who don’t have it. Addi’s organization decided to invest and Kris and Addi (and bodyguard Amir) are heading off on the adventure of a lifetime to lead a hand.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone involved. Entirely a figment of my imagination. Not intended to offend any group.
‘Jambo Rafiki’ is Swahili for ‘Hello Friend’. I did some research but didn’t want to spend more time looking up facts than writing the fiction. If something doesn’t seem correct to you, suspend your belief LOL
Sorry this is so short but I’ve kept everyone waiting long enough. Hopefully, the next one will be longer.
Jambo Part 1 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/89321.html
Addi Baba Masterlist ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/88865.html
~*~*~*~
It was a long, hot, noisy flight from Nairobi, Kenya to Dire Dawa, Ethiopia. They had landed once to refuel and arrived just as the sun was setting. At that point, it was too dark to unload the cargo plane, load the trucks and head out. Besides, it wasn’t wise to travel at night into the rural areas.
Addi, Kris and Amir were going to check into a hotel until they learned Tim and the others were camping out in the hanger. They had every right to sleep in a soft bed if they wanted too but all three men felt guilty doing so while the others slept on mats on concrete.
A couple of local men had met them and would be driving the trucks to the village tomorrow. One of them, Solomon, had brought a meal prepared by his wife and her sisters; he said he knew they wouldn’t be moving on that night and would need something to eat. Though it was a humble meat stew with vegetables, sourdough flatbread and fruit, it was feast to them and praised as such.
After they ate, the exhausted group took out their sleeping mats and got ready for some much needed rest. Kris looked over at their local helpers and noticed, alarmingly, that they were moving towards the entrance of the hanger with shotguns. He tugged on Addi’s arm and was relieved his boyfriend seemed just as shocked. Addi headed towards Tim and Kris and Amir followed.
“Is there trouble?” he asked, pointing towards the men.
Tim shook his head but he looked grim nonetheless.
“Everything we’ve brought with us is highly valuable on the black market. We need security to make sure we don’t get robbed. They’ll be coming with us on our trip too.”
“Does this happen often?” Kris asked.
“It happened to us the first time we made a trip here but we learned our lesson. We’ve come close a few times but luckily it hasn’t happened to us again.”
Moving back to their mats, Kris and Addi laid down. They wanted to hold each other but their personal relationship would have been frowned upon by the locals so they moved as close as they could and kept eye contact.
There was a shuffling above Kris’ head and he looked up. Amir was sitting up, leaning against the wall.
“Aren’t you going to sleep?”
The bodyguard shook his head.
“My job is to protect Sheikh Baba and you. If there is a chance there will be trouble, I must be ready.”
Kris smiled and lay down again, still scared as hell but not quite as much anymore.
~*~*~*~
Up at 5:30am, everyone pitched it, unloading the cargo plane and loading the trucks. While the more seasoned men hauled the larger items, it was still exhausting for Kris and Addi making multiple trips back and forth with the smaller boxes and bags.
Half way thru the moving, Addi stopped and rested his hands against his lower back as he arched back and winced.
“Sorry you came?” Kris asked, just as achy but not willing to share that.
“Not in the least. I just need to get used to carrying things heavier than a briefcase.”
“Well,” Kris replied slowly as he set a box of mosquito nets into the back of a truck, “you’ll have plenty of time to practice. Maybe you’ll look like Amir by the time this trip is over.”
“Wishful thinking Kristopher … wishful thinking.”
Mid-morning saw them leaving the city behind and a vast landscape opened up before them. The rainy season had just come to an end but the predominant color of the vegetation was brown, though green bushes and small trees popped up here and there. The roads were dirt and rock and the vehicles didn’t have seatbelts. Kris and Addi each braced themselves with one hand out before them, clutching the front seat, and another above them so they didn’t bump up and hit their heads.
There was so much to see that the boys didn’t really talk. This adventure was overwhelming and at least for Kris, he was afraid if he turned away or said something, he’s miss out on an once-in-a-lifetime sight.
A flurry of voices emerged from the front seat and the caravan came to an abrupt halt.
“The road’s been washed out by the rain. We need to go back and take another route.”
That detour added another half hour to their journey and just when they seemed to be back on the right track, they came to a halt again. This time, there was a fallen tree across the road. All hands got out, including the boys, and they began shifting the massive obstacle when a droning sound filled the air. The locals leapt back from the trunk and not knowing what the fuck was happening, the visitors did the same.
“What’s wrong? What’s that sound?” Kris asked, panic rising in his throat.
“Bees … the trunk is full of bees,” Solomon replied.
Stepping back, a new game plan was devised. Solomon and his crew tied a rope to one end of the wooden hive and the other end of the rope to a jeep. Slowly, they dragged it clear of the road, causing a minor cloud of pissed-off insects that thankfully kept close to home. As soon as the rope was untied, they all got their asses out of there as fast as they could.
Kris’ mom always swore by the old adage that things ran in threes and it proved right again. First, the road was washed out; next, a tree full of bees blocked the road; now, the engine on one of the cargo trucks conked out. For obvious reasons, they couldn’t leave the truck behind so the entire convoy stopped until either the problem got fixed or they had to move the cargo into another truck and leave that one behind.
The hottest part of the day was upon them and shade was at a premium; what little they found wasn’t much cooler anyway.
Kris looked at the sweat beading on his boyfriend’s brow.
“I figured you’d be used to this heat,” Kris commented.
“I prefer my hot spots air conditioned.”
Taking a swig from the canteen, Kris handed it to Addi.
“It’s not that bad. Kinda reminds me of a few summers back home in Arkansas.”
“Do you have air conditioning there?”
“Uh … yeah.”
“Then I’d love to visit Arkansas on a day such as this.”
Kris burst out laughing, taking the canteen back.
An hour later, they were moving again. Some thing-a-majigger came off a thingy-a-ma-bob and it didn’t take long to fix. It was mid-afternoon at this point and the boys were worn out without having done anything really. The lead jeep stopped at a fork in the road. Tim, who was in the truck with Addi and Kris, got out.
“Where you going?”
“You fellas are taking a detour.”
“We are?”
“Once we get started with the well, there won’t be time to make a trip to the local hospital to drop off the supplies you brought. Tyrell here,” he gestured to their driver, another local, “is going to take you three there while the rest of us continue to the village.”
“Is that safe?” Addi asked, worrying his bottom lip.
“You’ll be fine. Tyrell lives in the village … he knows the area like the back of his hand. After you drop everything off, he’ll bring you to us.” Tim looked back and forth between their worried faces. “If you’d rather not ….”
“No, no … we’ll go,” Kris jumped in, smiling at Tyrell. “We trust you guys … this is just new to us … and a little intimidating.” He grasped Addi’s hand behind the seat. “Besides, we came here to help and we’ll do what we need to do.”
Tim shook their hands and jumped into another truck just as Solomon and his shotgun jumped into theirs. The rest of the vehicles left and then the medical truck turned right and with every second, put more space between them and the others.
Everyone remained silent. Since they’d left Dire Dawa, the only people they’d seen were their own group of travelers. At first, they saw one or two people walking along the road and then more and more appeared. Tyrell explained those folks had walked miles to seek medical care. When they finally reached the hospital, there was a line-up outside, locals sitting on the ground, under trees, or benches. It was a plain, simple building but the area was clean. Staff in white lab coats moved amongst the patients outside, doing quick health checks, probably looking for those in urgent need. A man with an air of authority came out with a pregnant woman, handing her something and giving her a reassuring smile.
“The doctor,” Tyrell pointed out.
Addi was just about to step out when a woman came by holding a limp child in her arms - he stopped short of hitting her with the heavy door. The little girl’s eyes were open but she looked so out of it, it was painful.
Kris had seen her too but he knew time was short and started unpacking the medical supplies they’d brought. When Addi didn’t join them, Kris came back to him.
“We need to unpack.”
Addi shook his head, eyes wide and staring as he gazed around.
“I’m … I’m sorry Habibi … I can’t … I can’t do this,” he whispered roughly.
Without another word, Addi turned on his heel and started walking away.
Pic of Dire Dawa - http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1e/MosqueDireDawa.JPG/300px-MosqueDireDawa.JPG
Landscape pic - http://mw2.google.com/mw-panoramio/photos/medium/63704782.jpg
Rural hospital - http://www.fistulafoundation.org/newsletters/winter2005a/bahir_dar_clinic2.jpg
