I didn’t hear that;
Very surely so I didn’t hear it; It
was a reverie from last night’s winery taste. The beams of light flashed my
face so much that I couldn’t see clearly what stood before me. I wanted to sit but
my bottom was so hot, standing and jogging were the only remedies, so said my
friend who has already packed bag and baggage en-route Ngabwe.
Couldn’t it be that the
sensations of last night’s social merry-making injected the better of me? But how
could it be when the whole of my life I have been the king of the hall; the
master mimic and cherry babe dancer, but never in a day did I walk home zig-zag
like a running stitch patching the bottom side of my Sunday best shots? Worse still
failing to find my stool!
Like Eshu the Confunser of Men,
from Imprisonment of Obatala, I started
to mistake shopping malls to mountains and tarmac roads to rivers swollen to
the banks with water. At one point I almost dived in, in my effort to swim
across – thank goodness for the beaming light of oncoming vehicle – It could
have been twakalinabo. I now realised
why my friend was so anxious to move to Ngabwe before plots are all taken up. My
step was in such muddle! I crave for Nega-Nega instead, at least the odour of
soup ya Mbuzi can quench my ravenous appetite
that come with this ooze of the effects of wining and dining.
But what I failed to understand
him is the malicious ignominy he so often likes taking me for walks. For once I
thought he thought I didn’t know this place so well enough for me to sit and
relax. But last night, I was stammering like one whose left brain side was
pinched with garlic powder. Then he whispered the word – I almost puked!
How on earth can that be? For the
sake of the majesty innovation of ancient times, the son of a beer brewer must
sojourn henceforth to his abode and leave me alone! Is there no article in the
holy book that demands that one of his kinds must be para-trooped by the belt
to their habitat?
The monkey feeder must not stick
his shoe where his fingers must go. Who is there to relieve me of this nagging
hair in my nostril…!
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