That night I had another attack. It was midnight and everybody was settled for some sleep. The moon was white, there were no stars and the evening brought mild breezes. Wild dogs and wolves howled from the hilly distance and the night was deafened in their terrifying noise. Night was nobody’s friend those days. Travelers… Continue reading Diary of a Village Boy: The Leopard Spirit 6 (Another Attack)
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Diary of a Village Boy: The Leopard Spirit 2 (Spirit Animal)
It was evening when I reached Mazi Kenem’s house. Father had asked me to return a basket borrowed from the old man during the new yam festival. It was an old basket, most of the raffia used to weave it was damaged. The evening breeze and cloudy skies painted a vague but hopeful imagery in… Continue reading Diary of a Village Boy: The Leopard Spirit 2 (Spirit Animal)
Reintroducing the Legend of Wawadomea
1 Now I write you a piece of my heart, tonight In the growing Harmattan and her temperament I am cut in two- halved in your Providence One for your happiness, another for Your happiness 2 This piece of heart tells a tale of the sea folk a story of survival, a war of loneliness… Continue reading Reintroducing the Legend of Wawadomea
The Castle called a man’s Heart
Have you heard or seen the dens or prisons where free men were kept? If not, let me tell you about it, about the little details which no man told First, those men put their trusts in imaginations and false hopes Clinging to the mirror, others casted for them for self discovery The colors they… Continue reading The Castle called a man’s Heart
I shall sing like the nightingale for you
Throwing flowers before your feet
And make for you a fine cuddly seat
Tonight I will stand behind the mango tree
And I shall call out to you, so we can meet;
So we can hold hands and walk to the square*
I shall tell you my favorite folklores and stories,
I shall tell you about the night and why the moon is half
And how she got herself eaten by the tall giraffe
Tonight I am going to tell you how I feel,
I will tell you all I have for long kept in me
And if you do that your laugh I will run away
There is a marrow of love I have for thee
I shall let you have it and let go of my wit
If you agree to play the strings of my joyful heart
Commentary.
Welcome to my birth month of August everyone. I will like to give a shout out to Lize Bard, she has been reading this blog as far back as I can remember. Thank you Lize and to all my followers, loving and liking my works even at my worst performances I say a big thank you. Have a blessed new month of August. I love you all.
Square: Village square, town centre.
