There were sounds of horses galloping and pulling the
heavily laden carts. Voices could be heard everywhere and talking mostly of
diamond strike. It was at Klipdrift. Diamond strike became the talk of the
town.
I walked through the dusty road and passed
by a few cafes where men sat around round tables; smoking, drinking,
talking and mostly discussing where the new diamond fields could be found. The
town was bustling with people from all over the world, each one looking for big fortunes
at Klipdrift - diamonds that could turn a man rich overnight if luck was on his
side. Much prices had to be paid for it for it needed sacrifices of the
souls or courage. Only the ones with brave hearts could overcome the challenges towards getting rich.
Jamie and Banda were on the beach picking
up the biggest diamonds they could find and hastily put them inside a big bag.
The footsteps of guards and dogs barking were in a distant. Then, there was a
thick fog and everything was blanketed inside it. To walk through it was a
struggle for not knowing where it led to; may be to one of the land mines.
I heard a growling sound right behind me
and in an instant I felt something razor sharp cutting through my left leg. I
shouted in pain and the only thing I heard before passing out was
"Kruger-Brent."
Oh my God! Where am I now? Wasn't a
moment ago, I was picking mother diamond on the beach and having a stiff
competition with Jamie and Banda? While admiring it, like in a flash of lightning everything dimmed out.
As if I had just got out safely from the
fog, I looked around and right here on my right hand was "Sidney Sheldon's Master of
The Game." This was the
"diamond" I was holding on the last past hours. I was so engrossed
reading this novel until I fell asleep and dreamed of the diamond rush at
Klipdrift, South Africa way back in 1883.
Sidney Sheldon is one of my favorite
authors, thus purchasing his books is a-must for me.
