A Battle of Hope: Escape from the Colombian Jungle
Chanell M West
eBook
(CW Publishing Inc., Jan. 23, 2017)
Before he has gone too far, our guard turns and catches my eye, then cocks his gun. The message is clear. Hope and I continue to crush the coca leaves beneath our feet. My ankles are turning a strange orangy color, and have begun to look old and shriveled. Free momentarily from the watchful eyes of our guard, I allow myself to look towards the jungle. I study the layout of the small portion that I am able to view, which is not much. It is the first time since our capture that I have allowed myself to even think about escape. Yet, the prospect of it, now that I have entertained the idea, seems bleak. We are surrounded on all sides by thick jungle; the only road is the narrow dirt path that we were brought here by. Which direction is north, I do not know; by my best guess we are southeast of Cumaribo. Thinking of our home and our parents brings tears to my eyes. While I do not doubt that they are searching as hard as they can, I do doubt their ability, or anyone’s ability, to find us. There is no trace, no trail of where we went. Hope and I are hidden hundreds of miles from home deep in the rain forest. These thoughts drive fear into my mind, and I feel my chest constrict. Once again, the shame overtakes me as I am reminded that this is my fault. It is my fault that my sister and I may die here in the forest. Why we are still alive is a mystery to me. I do not know what our value is, or why the FARC named Angel keeps defending us. Confusion clouds my mind. I whisper a desperate prayer. “Lord, please save us. I am lost. I do not know what to do. We are never lost from you, though, Lord. Please keep us safe, and under your protection.” Standing in the middle of a vat of cocaine base, I raise my pain, my fear, and pleas up to God. I know that He is our only hope now, our only source of protection. Truly, I now know what it means to rely on the Lord completely.