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 over the world all 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 for the ones with the brave hearts could overcome the many
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
and 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 and while admiring it, like in a flash everything dimmed out?
As if I had just got out safely from the fog, I looked
around and right there 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 and
purchasing his books is a-must for me.
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